Frostburg mining journal. [volume] (Frostburg, Md.) 1871-1913, 1894-10-27
BAD MEN OUT OF DATE.
rhry survive Chiefly in Arizona, but Are
Very Mmrh TOned Down.

rhry survive Chiefly in Arizona, but Are
Very Much Toned Down.
Prescott is now the one place i'll
ArZ jnl where the cowboy. the Wilhelm
''r.',jirr' and stage robbrr. lnc
"Vurrt' lady and other bad folks most
do couSrcgatc. Ills true they are CON
sidrraply tored down Ssncc the palmy
days cf Tombstone. Their oi'ganHa-
zion is not so perfect as of yorr. nc
mcmbrrS have been suspended for nom
payment of dues. others from trlr-
gral}l poles; some repoSr beneath the
lTcEly pear. others lead Il Srdt lGlry
life ON the classic banks of TIL" Cot
prado in the Territorial prntrntiarv,
while Il few have experienced Il change
u' heart and gone back to the States
10 lead Il pure life and invest their
savings with the Sugar Trust to buy
lrp struggling Senators.
Prescott is the centre of Il gold min
:n% section which is attract H. crowds
Al all CLASSES and conditions. Hotels
and lodging houses are ovcrCroWtlrd.
SALOONS and gambling houses are doing
Il rushing business. and the bad man
occasionally turns himself loose when
ii,lrd up to the neck with tarantua
juice.
| met such Il one recently on Monte
yuma street writes an Examiner cor
respondent. Coyote Cal IS his nom de
plume. and the only name have ever
heard Ia M 10 acknowledge. Ten years
ago he was one of the most prom sing
stage rDhhrrS in the southern part of
the Territory intelligent. ac-
tive. energetic. and respected by every
man who followed his calling. In
those days he could drink or leave t
alone. but candor compclS me to ad-
nit that he preferred not to leave it
alone when he could get It. But. then.
he didn't neglect his business; that
much could be said in his favor. As l
picture him in my mind. he was tall,
slight. with long faXcn hair and laugh
.ng blue eyes. He rode the best horse
he could steal. and his arms and ac-
cUutremtntS were beSpangled with Sl-
vcr
Now alas. he is Il common drunkard.
He struck me for four bits ''to eat on
and made a bcc-linc for the Cowboys
Rest. where | afterwards learned no
food was sold. He is IL blcar-ryrd.
rum>oakcd wretch. | can say this with
imDunty. for there is no fight in him,
and | WI tell YOU why later on.
| hate to say harsh things thar are
calculated to hurt his feelings about
any man-that is. to his face or in the
Ii, WSpapers. 1t is much better to go
quietly behind his back and talk. or
say what you have to say to yourself.
In this case it is different where there
: no danger attached. | repeat it.
then. Coyote Cal is Il drunk and Il
bum. with all that the terms imply.
| might not have said so years ago,
when Cal and his copartnerS stood UP
the Tombstone stage and took IIum@S
whitr-handlcd siX-shooterS and made
tlum take to the brush.
But that's neither here nor there.
Last n:ght Coyote Cal was loaded. and
as he stood i'm front of the Obeioyfut
saloon he was making Il talk. lI's voice
is all right-that necessary requisite Of
Il fighter is still laft him. The officers
had all gone to a meeting of the Third
Ward Republican Club. and Cad and
his listeners had the sidewalk to them
selves.
To take his own word for it. Il ccr-
tain amount of his composition was
horse and a portion alligator. He
came from Bitter Creek. he stated.
where the bad men all come frGm. and
Ilt dlS'b llldtlt llt SlHSultG it'illiTk liidJ
the further up the creek ynu go the
worse they get He himself, he said.
clme from the fountain source.
don't pretend to quote his exact lal-
guage. 1t was quite profane ut tines
and shocked me greatly. He did say,
howevpr. tina he could whip his weight
n wildcats and fight circular saws ana
all that sort of thing. hut | was not
paying much attention to him until
little dry goods clerk came up and
caught him by the collar and scat of
his breeches and threw him into the
street.
Picking himself up. he rushed into
the saloon ana asked the harkecppr
for gun. BarkecpcrS. as a class. are
accommodating fellows. and this one
of the Obcjoyful proved no exception.
Showing the SiX-shootcr into his
wa;st-band. Coyote Cal slowly saunter-
ed up the street to the Cowboys Rest,
where he pawneG it for whiskey.-
San Francisco Examiner