The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1896-01-10
HE WAS B.A.A.D,
This Man From the ella, But He Gould Not
Fool the Sheriff.

This Man From the ella, But He Gould cos
Fool the sherif.
Three or four of US were sitting on
the steps Of the Jail building, which
faced the principal street of the from
tier town, and the sheriff was telling
US about q chase he had after q muir
derer, when a raw-boned man, mount
ed on raw-boned mule, rode up and
dismounted directly in front of Us.
~ am the bad man from the ella
riverI When I'm let alone / am as
tender-hearted and peaceful as little
baby, and anybody kin borrow my
guns or tslse of my butes- But when
I'm rfled-ohl great gunsi when I'm
riled thsr's no more holding me back
than trying tostop 3 stampede OF 10. zoo
steersI WhoopI WsaghP'
sis there going 10 be a row here?'
asked one of the crowd to the sheriff.
'Oh, no." he replied, with a glance
at the man and went on with his
story. A minute later the man in the
street pulled of his coat and jumped
in and yelled:
'sThe ella is full of slligators and liz
ards, but I swan it every morning!
The water is pizen fer wolves and pam
theirs, but drink It by the gallon! My
father was a poor man, but he left me
this yere knife which had bled dozen
buffers. My mother couldn't read nor
write, but she brung me up to fear
nothin' on the face of the earth
Whoopi Whars the critter-the cow-
ardly, thievin', lynn sarpent-who put
tar on nay left ear while slepte'
THAT mans dangerous" I said 70
the sheriff, as looked around for a
place of safety.
"Oh, no, he isn't" he replied, not
even looking toward him; and again
he continued his interrupted narrative
He had talked about half a miru to
when the bad man pulled off his <tst
and the handkerchief around his neck
and flung them ON the pile and shout9d:
Waugh! Whoopl They put rattle
snakes in my bed, but slept on like q
baby! They put centipedes in my hat,
but the critters dasn't bitel The light
ming tore up the earth all around m,
bu. wasn't hiti I cum down the left
bank of the ella on thunderbolt. but
was feelin' good-natursd and
wouldn't hev hurt a fly. A boy could
hev led me by the nose till found this
tar on my ear. Who dun it2 Let the
critter stand forth and meet his doom I"
sHe's certainly getting ready to
shootr' said to the sheriff, "and we'H
be his first targetsl'
''Oh, guess not" calmly replied the
official did you say you saw the &C.
count of my adventure in the Cincin.
natl papers?"
Before l could answer him the bad
man drew two guns, jumped up and
down and yelled Waugh" and then
added:
"Hev got to kill and bury this hull
town to find the critter who tarred my
ear? Won't he step forth? Won't no
be so kind and condescendin' and ever
lastingly good as to face me for the
millionth part of second? Pm suf-
ferin'. I'm in pain If can't find the
human hyena who reached under the
wagon with tar on stick"
The sheriff got up and walked over
to him. He took the gun out OF his
right hand and flung it down, and he
took the gun out of his left hand and
tossed it after the other. Then he
grabbed the bad man by the shoulder,
wheeled him around, give him lift
with his knee and said:
Now, yo' go off and sleep some
sense into yo head, or I'll use yo' for
a club to hit hogsp
The bad man went. He didn't even
look back. The official picked up the
pieces of clothing and guns, tucked
them under his arm and came over to
US, and as he sat down he said:
Now, then, if some other fool-crit-
ter don't come along I'll get through
with my story and we'll go and have a
drinkr-Detroit Free Press.