The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1894-10-04

Prescott is now the one place in Arr
zofa where the cowboy, the whilom
''rustler" and stage robber, the queer
lady, and other had folks do congre-
gate. It's true they are considerably
toned down since the balmy days of
Tombstone. Their organization is not
so perfect as OF yore. Some members
have been suspended for on-payment
of dues, others from telegraph poles
some repose beneath the prickly pears,
others lead a sedentary life on the
classic banks of the Colorado in the
territorial penitentiary, while few
have experienced a change of heart
and have gone back to the states to
lead pure life and invest their saw
ings with the sugar trust to buy up
struggling senators.
Prescott is the center of gold min
ing section which is attracting crowds
of all classes and conditions. Hotels
and lodginghouses are overcrowded.
Saloons and gambling houses are do
ing a rushing business, and the bad
man occasionally turns himself loose,
filled up to the neck with tarantula
juice.
l met such one yesterday on Mon
tezuma street. Coyote Cal, is his nom
de plume. and the only name ever
heard him acknowledge. Ten years
ago he was one of the most promising
stage robbers in the southern part OF
the territory bright, intelligent, ac-
tive, energetic and respected by every
man who followed his calling, liz
those days he could drink or leave ii
alone, but candor compels me to ad
NIT that he preferred not to leave il
alone when he could get it. But, then
he didn't neglect his business; that
much could be said in his favor. As
/ picture him in my mind he was tall
slight, with long faxen hair and laugh
ing blue eyes. He rode the best horse
he could steal, and his arms and &C
countrements were silver.
Now. alas! he is a common drunk
ard He;struck me four for bits ito ea
on" and he made bee line for the
Cowboys Rest, where, [ afterwarC
learned no food was sold. He is {
blear- eyed, rum soaked wretch. L car
say this with impunity flor there is Nc
fight in him, and I will tell you why
later on.
| hate to say harsh things that are
| calculated to hurt his feelings about
any man-that is to his face or in the
newspapers. 1t is much better to &C
behind his back and talk, or say wha
you have to say to yourself. In this
case it is different, where there is Dc
danger attached. Irepeat it, then, Coy
ote Cal is a drunk and a bum. with al
that the termiimply. [ might not have
said so years ago, when Cal and his
copartners stood up the Tombstone
stage and took Hume's white-handleC
six shooter and made Clum take t,
the brush.
But that's neither here nor there
Last night Coyote Cal was loaded
and as he stood in front of Obejoyfu
saloon he was making a talk. Hi
voice was all right that necessar!
requisite of a fighter is still left him
The officers had all gone to a meeting
of the Third Ward Republican club
and Cal and his listeners had the side
walk to themselves.
To take his word for it, a certain
amount Of his composition was hors
and a portion alligator. He came from
Bitter Greek, he stated where al
bad men came from, and he also made
| the singular remark that the farthe,
you go up the creek worse they get. HI
himself, he said, came from the foun
tain source. [ don't pretend to quot
his exact language. 1t was quite pro
fame at times and shocked me greatly
He did say, however,. that he coult
whip his weight in wildcats and figh
circular saws. and all that sort of thing
but L was not paying any attention t.
him until little dry goods clerk came
up and caught him by the collar ant
the seat of his breeches and threw hin
| into the street.
Picking himself up, he pushed into
| the saloon and asked the bar keeper
for a gun. Barkeepers as class ar
accommodating fellows, and this one O
the Cbejopful proved no exception.
Putting the slx-shooter into his waist
band, Coyote Cal slowly sauntered VI
the street to the Cowbyy's Rest, wher'
he pawned it for whiskey.