The Roanoke daily times. (Roanoke, Va.) 1895-1897, 1895-10-12
BOWMAN, SHERIFF.

This here whisky drinkin," said the
Old cattlcman as he snt and toyed with his
empty glass, us mighty cur Gus thing
know mon as can tampcr with their lit
Ito old 40 drops frequent and regular As
fur as hurtin of 'cm IS concerned 1t don't
even como to THROWN water on u drowned
rat. Then ag'in Two crossed mems trails
as drinkin whisky was like playin harp
with hammer Well, we amt all up
holstcrcd alike, that what's tho matter
VIC don't all show the same brands an
yenrmnrks nohow. What's medicine for
pigs is pisen for dogs, an thar you be.
Bcin reg lar, reliable drunkarl comes
mighty near bcin " disease; thnt's what
ever. 1t amt no question of nerve neither
Some dead game men l knows-men that
Obstinate they wouldn't movo q camp for
prairie firc-couldnt poster d little bit
with whisky.
THAR was my friend Mace Bowman.
Maco was clean strain cl'ar through, an
yet don't reckon ho ever goes to n SHOW
down with whisky once rs he ain't out
held. But for grim ncrvo as would 40 up
against tho iron an never shivcr this ycre
bowman goes Mt par every time.
Bowman tlios victim to his ambition
Ho starts in once to drink all tho whisky
In Wolfville. BY his particular request
most of tho white mnlo people of tho camp
stands III on tho deal, n-helpin of him in
his play for to make Wolfville dry camp.
AT tho end of them two lurid weeks Mncc
lasts good judges like Enright an Doc
Poets allows hos shorcly mntlc It scarce
some.
But Wolfville was too big for him.
Any other man but Bowman would have
ropod ut smaller hamlet, but That
wouldn't have been Maco, nohow. If
thcred been bigger camp than Woifvillc
anywhere about, that's where he'd been.
He was mighty high hearted an ambitious.
Mace was, an it WAS kill bull or nuthin
when no trails out for buffalo.
But the thirteenth day he strikes i'm on
the big trail, where you never meets no
outfits comm back, an that settled it, Tho
boys, not havin no leader, with Mace nc
tered, OF course gives up the game, an tho
big raid on nose paint in Wolfyillc is ONLY
hist'ry now
When L knows Bowman first he's shcr-
III over In northeast New Mexico. A good
sheriff Maze was too Thoro amt n,thin
as shows tho public brand gets run of
while he's sheriff, you bet. Whom he thinks
anything's his dooty, he lays for it permits
Gus. He don't come foolin round after no
judges and scch
lone time 1 recalls wagon train with
household of folks into it as camps two or
thrco days where Mace is sheriff These
ycrc people hcadin for some ers down ON
tho Rio Grando for to settle somc Mobby
It's the third morning along of sunup they
strings out on the trail, IN we nils thinks
no moro of 'cm. It's long bout third
drink timo whom back rides man, sortcr
frctful and pcevish like an allows he's
done shy boy
When did you SEQ this ycre infant
last| says Bowman.
Why, says the man, I shorcly had
him yis 'tdny, cause my old woman done
rounded of em up and counted.
What time was that yis'tdayp'
Bout first drink time, says tho man.
How many Of these ycre offsprinps
corral count, have you got anyway asks
Bowman.
ia got my brand on to 'lcven of 'en,
says tho man beginnin to sob n whole LOT
OF course this yer young one gettin STAN
peded off this way leaves mo short one. It
makes 1t q mighty rough crossin for me
stranger, after bripgin that boy so far.
Tho old woman, she begged right down
when She knowcd, an don't reckon she'll
be the same helpmect to mo unless I finds
him agin'
oh we'll! says Bowman, tryin for to
cheer the bcrcft crittcr up, we lose cards
In tho shuttle ms turns up all right In the
deal, an reckon we're goin to walk down
this yearlin of yours agin too. What for
brands or year marks does he show so I'll
know him?'
Why! said the man, a-wipin of his
eye, he was shy n couple of tcoth boin
milk teeth as he'd shed, an thar's n mark
on his forard where his mother swIpcs him
with dipper, bringin of him up proper.
That's all as l remembers quick.
so Mace tells the man to take a cipch
on his fcclin's an stampcdes over to the
Mexican part Of the camp, which was
called Chilli, on scout for tho boy.
Whntovcr do You thinks become of his
SOM I'm blessed If n Mexican amt some
how cut him out of the herd an stole him.
Takes him in Just as you would u Nave.