Waterbury evening Democrat. [volume] (Waterbury, Conn.) 1887-1895, 1893-06-29
A GAME FIGHT.
Ehe Kind of Show the western Bad /"
Men Enjoy.

men ENJOY
A man, whose height is scarcely five
feet six, and whose weight is not an
ounce over one hundred and forty
pounds. He has mild blue eye. a
frank face and his voice is pleasant to
the ear. You'd pick him out in crowd
as a mild-mannered, tender-hearted
man, and yet he is Dakota jack" and
has killed nine or ten men. He has
been slashed and cut, and shot and
dubbed, but he seems to bear charmed
life.
1t is high noon, and the long, stray
Cling street of the frontier town is al
most deserted by human life. Not be-
cause the sun beats down fiercely, nor
that the half-civilized population is
asleep, but because the town marshal
said to Dakota Jack last night at ten
o'clock:
IF you are in this town at noon to-
morrow will hunt you down and kill
you like dog!'
Well, twelve o'clock has come. The
threat came from man whose bravery
is unquestioned and whose skill with
the gun is marvellous He had uttered
similar warnings before. Some of the
desperadoes had left for other fields;
ObAcES Abu TCIAhlAGu u0udnC0 anu
fallen by his bullets. That he meant
what he said in this case no man doubt
ed, and yet Dakota Jack remained. He
did not buster or threaten in return.
He was taciturn and uncommunicativ
when his friends asked what he in
tended to do. At ten o'clock in the
morning he was abroad as usual.
At eleven o'clock he entered
the shanty in which q. gun
smith was doing business and
had his revolvers cleaned and re
loaded. At quarter to twelve he
took his position in the center of the
public square and waited. Then men
fled from the street and said to each
other:
snow you will see some of the pref
tiest shooting ever done in this town!
Dakota Jack is bound to see it out!''
The town marshal sat in his office a
block away. Word had come to him
that Dakota Jack refused to leave. At
eleven o'clock he also cleaned and re-
loaded his guns. At a quarter to
twelve he was all ready, but he sat
with his watch in his hand. He had
said high twelve, and he would not
move sooner. He would even give
Dakota Jack five minutes grace.
"Time's up!''
The marshal knew where to find his
man. They caught sight of each other
when afar off-too far to risk a shot
Dakota Jack backed across the square
to a broken-down wagon. The marshal
crossed the street to have the shelter
of the awning-posts and telegraph
poles. Five hundred faces appeared at
doors and windows, and spectators
spoke to each other in whispers.
The marshal advanced to within
thirty yards and then halted. The
weapons of both men were still in Their
holsters. They glared at each other
for long minute without moving a
hand or uttering word. The specta-
| tors held their breath. The one was
defiant, the other determined. Would
Dakota Jack take water? Would the
marshal crawfish? If not, there would
be killing.
sack, are you going?"
'sI'l see you hanged first!'
Men within ten feet of the marsha
could not follow the movement as he
| pulled his guns. It was the same in the
| case of Dakota Jack. Both left cover
| for the open street, and began firing
Pop! pop! pop! Both fired right anc
1eft-handed. Both advanced as they
fred.
"Jaclz's hit!'
"Tom's hit!''
stThat's elegant shootin'!'
s'That's somethin' to be remem
bered!'
The firing did not last over three
minutes, but the time seemed to be
quarter of an hour to the spectators
| They saw the marshal stagger to AM
fro, and they cheered Dakota Jack
They saw the Bad Man lurch to tn,
right and left, and they cheered tn,
marshal.
''Jaclz's DOWN.
'eTom's DOWN.
Hold on-wait!''
| The last two shots rang out as one
Both men were down, but they ha
made a dying effort, only twenty fee
| apart, as they lay on they backs gasr
ing out their lives. OF the twenty-fou
bullets, twenty-five had been fired
The hot lead had bored its way throug
shoulders, arms, bodies and legs. Bloc
had mixed with the dust of the stree
and made a hideous co1ored mud. Bone
. had been splintered, muscles severed
arteries cut. They lay there wit
j pallied, blood-stained faces upturne
to the MONDAY sun, each hand stil
, firmly clutching pistol, and the crow
, gathered and looked down upon then
and someone said:
. "Boys, it was game fight, and
good show-let's licker!"-Detroit Ere
, Press.
Fishermen's Superstitions.
At the beginning of the herring seq
! son the crew all try to seize the her
ring first on board, to see if it be NAL