The Big Stone Gap post. [volume] (Big Stone Gap, Wise County, Va.) 1892-1928, 1894-12-27
AN HISTORIC sARRooM.
Ti,e Landlord Proud of the Fact that TWEEN.
ty-rsye Men Have Been Slain There.

AN HISTORIC BARROOM.
/ The Landlord Proud of the Fact that TWEEN
fy-r-ive Men Have Been Slain There.
Cinarron was lively town in tn
seventies. said 1anl surveyor iron
/! New Mexico. I have seen Clay Aliisoi
/ ride into the place with following Q
| COWBOYS and start in to make nigh
of it. He would buy out LAMBERT
barroom to begin with, turn everybody
out of the room except his own crowd
and then their fun would be fast ane
furious. On such an occasion glanced
through the window and saw cowboy
dancing naked on the counter to the &C
compartment of yells and pistol shots
from his comrades.
Through this little adobe town among
the foothills, three-quarters Mexican in
it's population, came and went the varl'
Gus bad men of the region. Many OF
them went no further, dying there
with their boots on in quarrels over
land and stock transactions, politics.
women, cards, or in the ambitious at
tempt to assert their supremacy as des-
peradOes.
When last visited Cimarron, in 1878,
the town was quiet, the cowboys oeing
all out on the ranges gathering peer
cattle in the fall roundup. 1t was the
same old place, with it's has-roofed
adobe buildings struggling along the
banks of the deep ravine through
which the Cimarron river flows, its few
pitch-roofed whitewashed residences OF
the wcaltllier people, and Lamberts.
At that excellent hostelry of sanguln-
ary record was welcomed by the host,
the most genial and pacific of French
men. who, as we chatte.l together over
glass of native wine, spoke with evil
dent pride Of the tragic events con-
nected with his historic barroom.
twenty-five men have been killed IN
this room" he said, seven in one year.
Look at this, and he led me to one cor
ncr and pointed to two great splashes'
dull red in color, upon the wall, one
above the other, "These are the blood
stains made when Pancho was killed. .
Pancho was a Mexican desperate,
end between him and Clay Allison en-
nifty had long existed. Allison rode
into town one day and fell to drinking,
quietly enough, as he usually did in
the beginning. AS soon as Pancho heard
that Allison was in town he likewise
began to drink, and then the towns
people looked for difficulty between
the two. They did not meet until late
In the evening, when, as Allison stood
in Lambert's barroom, his elbow rest
ing on the counter Pancho came in and
walked over to the further corner Of
f, the room. Two other MeXicans entered
with him, one of whom took position
a little in the rear of Allison. while the
other threw himself in a longing at
titude upon corner of the billiard
table in the center of the room, and
taking a revolver from his pocket laid
it on the cloth.
To these maneuyers to distract his
attention Allison gave no apparent
heed, but kept his.eye on Pancho, who
began to talk to him, proposing that
they adjust their differences in friend
ly way. AS he talked thus plausibly
the Mexican held his sombrero before
him in his left hand, concealing
weapon, with his right hand all the
time slipping down toward the hat
AS Pancho passed his hand beneath
the brim, Allisons pistol cnme out like
flash, and its two quick reports
sounded like one. PanchO, Shot through
the forehead AMI tho heart. staggered
against the wall md sank in sitting
posture into 4 chair that stood in the
corner. The other two AIcXicans made
themselves scarce at Allisons first mo
ton, and Lambert, running in frolr
the kitchen, blew out the lights ant
closed up the barroom without perceiv
ing the slain man in the corner.
Allison at once took horse for hi:
ranch, saying nothing to any one O
the shooting, aiiI that night the friends
of pancho hunted far and vile for him
not knowing where or in what con
dition he was. The next morning
when Lambert opened up his BARRON
he saw Pancho sitting asleep, as he
thought, in the corner, and, going tt
wake him, discoyere that the mar
| was dead.-N. Y. Sun.