The Irish standard., 1895-01-26
THE IRISH STANDARD: SATURDAY. JANUARY 1. ,ly11o--
He ALWAYS RODE.

ILL AIWA1S hUUE.
A Nevada Bad Man Who Had .
Cinch on Stage Drivers.
when He Intimated That He Wanted .
Ride the Jehus Would Very Obse-
| quiously Accommodate Him
ON the Instant.
MY first meeting with Sam Brown,
who figured SO tragically in NeVadas
early days." said A. E. Bastrop, the
mining man, to a writer for the New
York Sun, was as | came into Nr-
ginia City one evening on the inland
stage l was riding on top with Shorty
Tredwin, one of the best known OF the
old-t;ne drivers, and he was chock full
of the arrogance which characterized
the men who followed his eminent call
ing. There were some eastern passen-
gers aboard whom Shorty had snuobed
and overawed until they scarcely dared
to speak to him. He had just returned
an answer of cutting irony to pas
senger who had ventured 10 inquire
how much further it was to Virginia
CITY. and as he handled the reins was
surveying the scene with sniff OF con-
tempt at creation in general. We were
climbing the long hill six miles from
Virginia City when, through the DUSK
a man doomed up ahead walking in the
same direction. He stopped as the
stage came along and asked for lift
into town. His request was refused by
the driver, who hallooed to the horses
to get along and not fall asleep in the
traces.
"sYou won't, eh?' said the wayfarer,
in whose gruff voice there was trace
of surprise. DO you know who amp
".No, don't know, answered Shorty,
cracking his whip at the leaders; and
what's more, don't care cuss.'
"sI am Sam Brown!' thundered the
stranger, and reckon my names good
for a ride on Ben Holidays or any
other stage line in Nevada. DO YOU
want
SAT the words Sam Brown, Shorty
brought his four horses all back on
their launches with one jerk.
"'Whoa! Whoap he shouted, as he
rugged at the lines You headstrong
beasts, will you ever stop pulling! FIX
tcuse me, Mr.. Brown, for keeping you
waiting. It's these plagued horses
won't stop. Ididn't recognize you in
the dark, Mr.. Brown. Will you step
inside or ride on the box with me?
Glad to see you, Mr.. Brown, and al
WAYS lonored to have you ride on my
coachV
'sMr. Brown climbed grimly to the
box, took his seat unthankfuly as by
right of possession and was the guest
of honor into Virginia City. Shorty
was extremely polite, and his tones to
his horses even were apologize all the
rest of the trip. Sam Brown was
man of immense physique and for
midable aspect. His long hair was, &C
cording to his custom, pinned up under
his hattie used bowie knives for that
purpose by popular report; it was when
s#ngry that he shook it loose and flung
it like a name about his shoulders. His
revolvers were plainly indicated be-
meath his long black frock coat, and
there could be no doubt that lurking
in concealment somewhere about his
person was the historic knife that had
let out so many human lives. He might
be described rather as an inter
esting than agreeable companion,
and Shorty was relieved of pain
full suspense by finding as the
minutes passed that he showed no dis
position to revert to the first words OF
their colloquy. Indeed, Mr.. Brown,
whose usual manner had the types of
amiability that grizzly bear mani
tests in his different moods, softened
into something like tolerance OF his
company under the influence OF
whisky bottle passed up by mining
man from within the coach, and he even
made some grimly humorous remarks,
at which the driver ard myself duly
laughed with an afectation OF great en-"
joynent. At the entrance OF the Prima-
ventura saloon, on the principal street
of the city, Mr.. Brown alighted in
style, the cynosure of attraction for all
who witnessed his coming. Shorty
rallied amazingly after his departure,
and he swelled with pride at the bar
rooms that night as he told at every
second drink of having brought Sam
Brown in on his coach.
''Our renowned fellow passenger was
probably, taken all around, the most
hardened and dangerous rufian that
ever figured in the red history Of the Pa
cifc slope. Up to the time that the vigil
ance committees got into operation his
reign of terror was supreme in Nevada.
The number of men he had killed was
variously computed, but the list was q
long one, and some Of his deeds OF
blood were of uncommon atrocity. 1t
was his pleasant custom to walk into
store or saloon and demand fifty dollars
of the proprietor, which was usually
handed him without protest. One un-
fortunate clerk who refused the tribute
he shot dead across the counter"
Matchmaking in New Mexico.
In the old Spanish-American days in
the southwest marriage was a matter
in which the contracting parties had
little to say, the question of choice and
fitness being settled by the parents of