The representative. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1893-1901, 1894-09-12
BUFFALO BILL.
Nym Crinkle Gives an Account
of His First Discovery OF
This Well Known Scout.
The Jayhawker Who Shot the
Glass From the Captains
Hand Receives Two
Bullets.

1t is good many years ago that a young
newspaper man of New York got caught
with Il tenderfoot companion in border
town on the ragged edge of civiiZa ton.
The two men had ridden long distance
and there only one tavern, which was
the resort of all the worst characters in
that new country. They were tired and
they had to make the best of it. When
they had eaten a dinner of pork and corn
bread and the mud and darkness shut them
in, they went down into the bar room,
there to encounter for the first and last
time IN their experiences the traditional
Jayhawker of romance, who owns private
burying ground and keeps the neighbor-
hood well painted with his friends gore.
He was on deck in the bar room and al
ready half intoxicated. He wore two regu-
laton revolvers in his trousers His hair
was long and matted, if he had been on
a protracted bat" and his dirty slouched
hat was showed back on his head viciously.
There We're four or five men in the place
besides the barkeeper, and it appeared at
once that they had all they could do by
the most subservent amiability to keep
this ruffian from opening a promscuous
firing upon them in the intervals of drink
ing. Drink we all had to- or die, and there
really wasn't much difference, considering
the quality of the whisky. Our jayhawker,
his eyes infiamed and the veins standing
merely touched one Of his pistols, and in
quired if there was any - - - in the
room who had sand enough to refuse to
drink with him. This was one of those
cases in which discretion, IL not absolute
cowardice, was the better part OF a whole
catalogue of virtues for any man who did
not want to be carried out feet first to the
aforementioned graveyard. So the men in
that bar room who We're getting white in
spite of the whisky as they contemplated
the probable outcome of the process,
marched up to the bar at his commands,
smiled upon his insults and swallowed the
poison.
After this had been repeated several
times and the pack of cards was produced
there was momentary lull in the group.
Something had driven up to the front Of
the house. The creak of the wheels, the
strain of the animals and the plash of the
mud told everybody that it was one of
those heavy canvas-covered army wagons
that were then the official means of trans
portation. One jayhawker was in far
corner of the room against the wall, with
his cards on the table in front of him.
Even the broken jawed barkeeper fell into
the general tableau of expectation. Then
the door opened from the road and a stall
wart, long-imbed, handsome teamster
came in He had on pair of long cavalry
boots and a hunting shirt. In his hand
he carried his long black bullwhip. He
could not have been over q. But there
quiet dignity about his step, and
his mien, which affected the two strangers
from the East very much as If some one
had opened a window into a cave and let
the free west wind in. He paid no atten-
ton to anyone. but striding up to the bar
laid his whip down and said in soft must
cal voice to the barkeeper, Gimme a
drink There was a dead silence. The