The National tribune., 1895-09-05

paint all round. This yere is only proper
an p'lite, an everybody within hearin' o
the yell lines up. u
Its at this yere crisis Crawfsh Jim starts
in to make himself a gineral fav rite Every.
body's stopped out his perfoomery, an Dan
Boggs is jest sayin':
g." Yere's lookin' at ye, Crawfish.'
when that crazy7horse shepherd sorter
swarms round inside his shirt with his hand
for moment, and lugs out Julius Cesar by the
scIutf of his neck, a-squirmin' am a-bown',
an madder'n n drunken squaw. Once he
| gets julius out, he lays him on the Red Light
bar an sorter herds him round with his hand
to keep julius from chargin' off among the
bottles.
Gents, says this yer Iocoed Crawfist
aint no boaster, but / offers 100 to so AM
make it up to 81, 900 in wool or sheep,
Julius Cesar is the fattest an finest serpent
IN Arizona also the best behaved
There warn't no one tallin' Crawfsh's g
bet. The moment he slams Julius Cesar on
the bar, MORN 10 of our leadin' citizens falls
to the floor in fits, an simply emerges outen
one parks to slump into another. Which
we shorely had gineral round up of all
sorts Of spells.
Wha evers the matter of you-all peo-
ple?' says Crawfish, lookn' some aghast.
Thar's no more harm in julius Cesar than if
he was fnll-bown rose.n
Jack Moore, bein' Marshal, of course,
stands his hand. It's his official dooty to
play pat hand in bul-snakes an danger in
any form. AM Jack does it. While Craw-
fish is busy recountin' the virtues of julius
Cesar, a-holdIn' Of his pet with one hand.
Jack Moore takes snap shot at him along
the bar with his six-shooter, an away goes
Julius Cesar's head like a puff of smoke.
Then Moore rounds up Crawfish, an, per-
ceivin' of the other bull-snakes, he searches
'em out one by one an massacres 'em.
Call over Doc Poets, says Jack Moore
final an bring Boggs an Tut an the rest
of these yere invalids to-
doc Poets an Enright both trails in on
the lope from the New York store. They hears
Moore's gun play an Is curious, nacieral
enough to know who calls it. Well, they
turns in and brings the other inhabitants
outen their fits; pendin' which Moore goes
on an kills off the last remainin' bulI-snake
in Craw1ish's herd.
Son, I've seen people mad, 'an I've seen
'em sorry, an I've seen 'em bit by grief. But
Pm yere to remark | never runs upon a
fellow ben' who goes plum mad with sadness
until / sees CIawfsh that day Jack Moore
thar white, an amt sayin' word. Looks
for minute like he can't move. Crawish
don't pack no gun, or / alters reckoned we'd
heard Of him while them bull-snakes was
czishin' in.
" But ut last he sorter comes to, an walks
out without sayin' nothin'. They amt none
of us noticin' of him much at the time bein'
busy recoverin' from the general shock with
whisky.
Now what do you s'pose this yere old
Navajo does? Lopes straight over to tn
New York store--is ca IN as June day about
it, too-an' buys n six-shooter.
" The next notice we gets of Crawfish,
bang goes his new gun, an the bullet cuts
along over Jack Mo0re's head about two foot
too high for results. New gun that-a-way;
an Crawfish not up. on his practice, of
course he overshoots
We'll, the poor old murderer never gets
second crack. / reckon eight men shot all at
once an Crawfish Jim Quits this earthly deal
unanimous. He stops every bullet eight of
em, like | says.
Thar wasn't man Of rs don't feel re-
grets; but what's the use. Thar we was up
against a deal with Crawtish clean locoed, an
thar warnt no other wagon track out
shore hope he's of the hot trail of
sneH Dull-sIi.thes Oh his IL, says Ian BOg9S,
rs we lays Crawfish out on q monte table.
Seems like he thought monstrous of 'em
An it would mighty likely please him to
run up on 'em whar he's gone:
Whatever did we do? Why we digs
grave out back of the dance hall an plants
tharein Cmwiish an his pets.
II reckon we better bury the reptiles,
too says Doc Poets, just as we got Crawlish
stretched out all comfortable in the bottom
: If he's looking down on these obsequies
it'll make him feel easier Doc Peets was
mighty pcnsive an sentimental an romantic
that away, an alters thinks of sech like
touchin' things to do
1--WE counted in the snakes There was
IL of 'em besides julius Cesar, which we
lays him on Crawiishs breast. You can go