The McCook tribune. (McCook, Neb.) 1886-1936, 1894-03-16
That's what's wrong. Go back and tell
the rest to conceal their valuablee. !

Know what they're after. There's neal
" half q million in gold on board. II
60 forward and parley with them as Ion.
- possible, SO as to give you time.
imagine that IL they break open the II
they'll be in big hurry to get away
will leave the passengers alone. Sti.
don't know, sc warn everybody"
There is nc question but the man:
was q brave man. He went briskly
ward. est nothing particular was "
and it was all a little mistake that cs.i
be explained away in q few words,
he walked the length Of the trs...
made up his mind to sacrifice the
600 if by 30 doing he could press.
bloodshed and further robbery.
whats the row here?' he crie3 cs.ss.
fully as he approached the gloomy
of mountaineers.
"Who are you, anyhow asked L.
man who was covering" the ez
messenger.
"Who am I? I'm the manager Of
railroad. What do you fellows meal
stopping one Of my trainsY
The man lowered his rifle and 10
at the manager.
whats the matter with your" az.
Tompkins.
"The matters just this, Mr.. Mana.
You run the goldarndest railroad ii
creation. That's what's the matter, .'
we amt a-goin to stand it no longer
don't mind your trainmen THROWN cps
at my dog; I don't mind 'em sassin m
wife an maxim fun Of my clothes, h.
when it ZONES to monkeyin with III
whisky I'm dodgasted if I'm a-goin Ii
stand it."
The other mountaineers nodded tie;
approval of these sentiments.
"Monkeying with your whisky? WIZ
do you mean?'' cried the bewildered ma..
ager.
81 just what I say. They ca.
throw coal at my dog; they can sas
MY
Eyes, yes; but I don't understan,
about the whisky. What have my mel
to do with your whisky?'
"Why, don't you know, and you man
ager of the road? Well, moonshine whis
ky's all right enough ordinary days, bu
We allus has good old Kentucky TO
Christmas. Day before yesterday CAV,
your man in this here kyar a jug and S
to bring me some prime Kentucky from
town fur Christmas. Yesterday, ban,
through goes your train, jug and whisk,
and all and never stops. Now, we ain
a-goin to stand that from no road tina
ever footed a whistle to scare the steers
l said I'd bet my boots next train 'ut
stop, and she has. don't allow no maj
to monkey with my hkker. He kin sas
my wife and chuck coal"-
"See here" said the manager to the ex
pressman. did you take his S2r'
"'Twan't me-" said the messenger
"Must have been Bill Simmons, on No
9, and she must have gone through with
out stopping yesterday"
"Then all you want is your whisky
asked the manager, with q sigh of relief
"Fair's fair, boss. faint Christian
like to drink moonshine this time of tn,
year. Besides, he's got my So and tn
Jug"
"That's all right" cried the manager
"Have we got a jug on the trainY'
"Here's one," said the mountaineer
taking a jug from behind a log. They
had been refreshing themselves while
waiting for the train.
The manager grasped it by the handle
turned it upside down and let the re
mains of the ''moonshine" gurgle out, tt
the horror of the mountaineers. Then hi
started through the train, shouting
Here, you men with TASKS, I want hal
your stock. Pour it in here and be glai
you get off so cheaply."
Every man who had a bottle produced
it, and before Tompkins had gone through
two car the jug was brim full. He wen
back to the leader, who now allowed the
engineer and expressman to hold dowr
their hands.
"Taste that" said Tompkins.
The mountaineer smacked his lips aftel
sampling the content. That's a goot
blend" he said, with solemn reverence.
"Blend? You bet it's a blend. I've
blended it myself. There's a sample O.
every known brand in the states there
Now, tomorrow, I give you my word
that No. 9 stops and unships your jug
Of there1l be a row. Is that all right"
cts all right, boss" said the leader
who bad given the word. T~hereupor
his lank company had flung the old ties
and tree trunks clear of the track
you're a white man, if you are the
manager of this road. Aud your mel
can make fun Of my clothes an sass my
wife all the've a-mind to an heave the
company's coal at my dog as long al
they know you amt a-goin to let 'en
monkey with my whisky."-Robert Barr
in McClure's Magazine.