The Brunswick times. [volume] (Brunswick, Ga.) 188?-1900, 1897-12-28
A PEACEMAKER.

Capn jenkins want no dude, but he
wuz mighty fine loOkin all the same,
specially when he wore his velvet coat,
his Mexican sombrero with the silver
braid, his buckskin ridn breeches an
his gilt spurs On them 'casions Mrs.
Jenkins useter foller him roun till salts
fed tibet he wuz safe 'mongst us boys an
way frum the ladies. None Of us he'd ever
Been mother velvet coat like tibet one
within 100 miles of Boomopolis. So when
Mr.. Glib Perkins, hailin straight frum
Boston ez claimed ter be an artist hunt
in local color" fer his sketches, dropped
inter Doc Morcy's place with mother vel
vet coat an sombrero, an him jenkins
size ter an inch-why, us boys all fairly
gasped fer breath, an Mr.. Perkins found
jest what he wuz a-lookin fer.
'Twuz the eyenin of the day when the
Chinese clubhouse at the Golden Wedge
mine wuz bowed up with dynamite. Who
blowed her up nobody knew, but we all
sespicioned Badly Bowers-big man, bad
man. Never hayin did lick Of work in
his life, 1t materially guy Badly pain ter
see Chinaman aworkin, so quiet an pa
tiontlike, same's a burro, never sayin
nothin, 'cept leetle geehawin oncet in
awhile mongst his own kind, an never
ter tibet charge of dynamite out of pure,
all roun cussedness, jest ter make row
an hurt somebody. But in this last he
wuz disspp 'inted, fer, bsrrin broken leg
or two, the Cinnamon got off alive. Seems
like a Chinaman hez ez many lives ez a
cat anyway.
We wuz all discussin this event thet
evenin ia Doc Morey's place, an Cap n
jenkins remarked tibet 'twuz low down.
cowardly trick. He wuz no friend of the
imported Chinese hirelin, but he b'lieved
in fair play. He wouldn' t shoot dog with
"A rope roun its neck or murder cat in
It's sleep. The man tibet he'd done this
thing wuz no gentleman, an if the cap
only knew fer certain who 'twuz he'd
take pleasure in lickin him within an inch
of his wuthless life. We could see Badly
Bowers eyes flame up, like a coal when
you blow it to light your pipe, but he
didn't say nothin--not in words. BY an
by the boys cummenced ter deal fer seven
up, an Badly invited the capn ter play a
game Of cribbage 'Twuz queer invite
at seoh time, but the cap'n consented,
an they sot down at table by themselves
an commenced ter play.
Cap'n jenkins insisted 'twuz fair ter
count one way an Badly swore the rule
wuz t'other way. I don't know which
wuz right, an l don't care. But pretty
soon Badly ses: "Cap'n jenkins, you re
a-ooUntin wrong in. You're a-tryin ter
cheat ag in.
you're a liar" sed the cap'n, turnin a
shade whittier, like he wuz gettin hot
Then Badly made a leetle play tibet het,
often took the starch out of bigger men
than jenkins. He riz up to his feet an
throwed off his coat an rolled up his shirt
sleeves, shown the muscles on his ARM
bout OF big ez a key of beer, an he SEES,
"Cap'n Jenkins, you leetle whiffet I'm
a-goin ter lick you right now"
"You re liar" sed the capn, an he
slowly riz up on ter his feet
Nobody rightly knowed jest how 1t hap
pened, but when Badly drew his big,
sledge hammer fist back the leetle table
tibet they'd been a-playin on flew up be-
tween EN-, an Baldy's fist come smash
ag in it. AS it tumbled ter the floor with
clatter Cap'n Jenkins sorter riz up in
the air an brung his left fist like streak
of lightnin ag in the pint of Baldy's chin.
The big Teller jest elapsed. His whole
body stttfened. He gripped the floor sec
ond or two with his heels an then he went
smash full length on ter his back with a
jar tibet shook the buildin. 'Twuz full
five Ihinits by the watch afore he moved a
muscle.
Ez soon's Badly could stan up an take a
glass of whisky he went out of the back
door, an Cap'n Jenkins went out of the
| front door. We all knowed thet the mex
thing ter como long would be leetle gun
play, an while the two principals wuz gone
fer their tools we all took drink, an
three or four as wuz sensitive ter the sight
OF gore slipped out an spread the news OF
what wuz a-comin.
Tibet wuz how C'l'b Perkins happened
ter pear on the scene. Havin come ter town
arter dark, he wuz eatin his supper at the
Transcontinental when he heered tho
| news an he rushed over ter Morey's think
in he might swipe sketch off II the Incl
dent. You could hev knocked us fellers
down with a feather when he sprung inter
the room like he wuz shot out OF a gun
an looked roun sorter dazed by the lights
an the queer look on our faces. Skeered a
little, too, 1 reckon, fer his voice sorter
trelnbled as he sed, Gentlemen, will you
hev drink with me?"
Perkins poured out bout a finger of
whisky in glass an wuz Jest a-rasin it
ter his lips when the back door flung open
It I'd which Perkins back WuZ turned
| an big gun como in, follered by Badly
Bowers. 'Thout waitin a second he pulled
the trigger, amin right at the center OF
thet velvet coat-rhe back Of it. But
Tony Moore, the barkeep, wuz too quick
fer him all the same. He knocked the
muz1le Of the gun down with an empty
bottle, an the bullet nipped the heel off Il
Perkins boot, an the blooo ran out on ter
tho floor. OF course Perkins wuz s'prised.
He catched up the heel in his han an stood
an hollercd. Jest then the sheriff, who
been a-waitin outside till arter the shoot.
in ter arrest the survivor, if any, como in
an nabbed Badly.
Cap'n Jenkins wuz the ca NEST man Of
the lot in the confusion tibet follered. Sech
shout IS went up when he 'peared on
| the scene. He he'd six shooter In each
han when he stepped inter the front door,
but he dropped one inter each pocket of
his velvet coat an stood smllin, first at
| Glib Perkins, artist, still a-howlin with
pain, an then at Badly Bowers, who wuz
a-sull1n in the grasp of the law.
Mex day the sheriff tried to git some
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