The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1894-01-20
MEN WHO HAVE NO FEAR.
A Story Teller Thinks That Some People
Cannot Realize Danger.

A Story Teller Thinks That Some People
Cannot Realize Danger.
Courage has often struck me us rather
being the loss of something than the pos
session of something. OF course ! know
that brave man will walk deliberately
into death, knowing full we'll what he is
doing, but having made up his mind to DO
it at any cost. 1t is no sign of cowardice
when a man sees that it is useless to die
when he might live with just as much
credit and honor to himself, and so refuses
to walk into the jaws of death.
But there is the man who does not know
what fear is. l have seen in my life few
such men-men who would go into any
danger for the simple reason that they did
not seem to have the power to perceive
that what they did was likely to cost their
lives.
l remember once in the late sixties was
in town which was bad. There were some
men in that town whose actions were never
questioned and there were many lawless
deeds at which even the good citizens
shrugged their shoulders that was ALL
A man came into the town who had the
mildest manner of any one whom ever
saw. He was very tall, had broad shoulders
and huge fists, but his eye was of soft
blue and his smile was always friendly.
One day two outlaws had been riding
around town, running things to suit them
selves. One of their tricks had been to ride
into barrooms and scatter people there
They were let alone at this amusement
until they both tired of it, for they were
bad men" and no one cared to have them
begin savage attack on him.
When the two riders, indamed with
brutality, found the barroom charges too
fiat for their tastes, they looked around for
other mischief to do. They found it in
little store, which was notion shop, drug
store and everything else They charged
it on the trot, and with spurs jingling, arms
waving and hoofs gathering, in they went
An instant later two screaming women
rushed from the place and ran down the
street. When the outlaws rode out to the
sidewalk they sat in their saddles and
howled like savages.
Now the mild hammered, blue eyed giant
coming down the street had seen enough
of the affair to understand what had hap
pened. He stopped and looked at the two
mad riders for full minute The whole
affair was over The women had disap-
peared and the horsemen were sitting
there, still laughing. But the giant, walk
ing close to one of them, reached up quick
~ and took him by his coat near the
throat. He pulled the man from his saddle
as if he had been sack of bran, and giving
him a terrific shake dashed him to the
ground. where he lay all in a crushed
heap.
The other rider had seen all this at first
with look of stupid establishment, and
then with a savage light on his face he
whipped out his revolver; but before he
could use it the giant had snatched him
from his saddle, and with one hand around |
his throat and one gathering up the fel-
lows clothes low on his chest he literally
wrung the strength out of him.
Better get out of this town as soon as
you can," he said in low voice, and he
lung him into the street on top of his com
oanion. The two sneaks actually whim-
oered when they got up. They had their
'evolvers, but they climbed into their sad |
lies as if they were half frightened to |
ieath and rode out of town.
Now, my point is this. No man who had |
In idea of danger would have attacked
hose men when the peril of the women :,
vas past. The chances were ten thousand |
% one that he would be killed. He was
absolutely ignorant of fear, for he after
ward became deputy marshal, and while
rying to arrest three desperate men in
his fearless way was shot to pieces.-In-
erview in New York Tribune