Arizona silver belt., 1895-03-16
HE ALWAYS RODE.
A Nevada Bad Man Who Had 6
 Cinoh on Stage Drivers,
wbsn He Intineted That He Wanted z Rlde the Jehus Would Very obse- uuIoualy Accommodate Him
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 My first meeting with Sam Brown, who figured so tragically in Nevada's carly days" said A. E. Bastrop, the mining man, to g writer for the New York sun, was as 1 came into Nir~ giuia City one evening on the inland stage was riding on top with Shorty ITcdwn, one of the best known of the oid-time drivers, and he was chock full of the arrogance which characterized Inc men who followed his eminent call lng There were some eastern passen- gers aboard whom Shorty had snubbed and overawed until they scarcely dared to speak to him. He had just returned an answer of cutting irony to pas senger who had venturcd to inquire how mucn further it was to Virginia City, aud 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 loomed up ahead walking in the .,ame direction He stopped as the stage came along and asked for n lift into town. His request was refused by the driver. who hailooed to the horses to get along and not fall asleep in the traces.
 '',You won't, ehP' said the wayfarer, in whose gruff voice there was trace of surprise. Do you know who aIl2"
 ".No, don't know, answered shorty, cracking his whip at the leaders; and what's more, don't care cuss.'
 '''I am sam Brownn tbundered the stranger, and l reckon my names good for q ride on Ben Holidays or any other stage line in Nevada. Do you want
 At the words Sam Brown, Shorty brought his four horses all back on their launches with one jerk,
 "Whoa. Whoar he shouted, as he tugged at the lines You headstrong beasts, will you ever stop pullingl EX- cuse me, Mir, Brown, for keeping you waiting It's these plagued horses won't stop. l didn't recognize you in the dark, Mir. Brown. Win you step inside or ride on the box with mc2 Glad to see you, Mir, Brown, and al- ways honored to have you ride on my coachr
 Mir. Brown climbed grimly to the box, took his seat unthaullfully 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 apologetic all the rest of the trip. Sam Brown was man of immense physique and for EIida5le aspect. His long hair was ac- -Ording to his custom, pinned up under his hat-he used bowie l.n.ycs for that parpose by popular report; it was when ,ingry that he shook it loose and flung It ike a mane about his shoulders, lis -evoiyers were plainly indicated be- heath his long black frock coat, and there could be no doubt that lurking in cOnccalment somewhere about his person was1ho historic knife that had let out so many human lives. He might be described rather as an inter- csting than agreeable companion, and Shorty was relieved of pain ful suspense by finding as the minutes passed that he showed no dis position to revert to the first words of their colioquy. Indeed Mir. Brown, whose usual manner had the types of suitability that grizzly bear mani fcsts in his different moods, softcned 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 grinly humorous remarks, ,.t which the driver and myself duly laughed with an aifcctation of great en- joyment. At the entrance of the Prima- ventura saloon, on the principal street of the city, Mr Brown alighted in style, the exposure of attraction for all who witnessed his coming Shorty rallied amazingly after his departure,
 nd he swelled with pride at the bar ooms taat night as he told at every econd drink of having brought sam
 :rown in on his coach.
 "Our renowned fellow passenger was
 robably, taken all around, the most
 ardcncd and dangerous rutian that yer figured in the red history of the Pa fife slope. Upto the time that the vigil
 nee committees got into operation his rsign of terror was supreme in Nevada, The number of men he had killed was yariously computed, but the list was a long one and some of his deeds of blood were of uncommon atrocity It was his plcasant 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"