The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1897-06-06
BAD MEN AND TENDERFEET.
SOME FAMOUS TERRORs IN WESTERN
TIMING CAMPS.
Dnke Pritchnrd's End brought About By Him.
seiE-Bnd Men who paust Tell About Their
Ifadnes--A Lesson Tor = Heruonter-
Thurston liiiibrid9o's Sense or Humor.

wero talking about bad men at the Arlington
cafe the other night.
1.-THE worst man ! ever saw" said an Idaho
sheep raiser, twas Duke Pritchard of Pocatello.
Duke was all devil. Hes dead now, and II he
hasn't Joined the rest OF his tribe then I don't
own an acre Of sagcbrush. His finish came back
in 's3. He accomplished 1t himself, too, not in
tentlonally, but out of pure, rank flendishness,
in spite Of tho fact that slews Of mon out there
thirsted for his blood without possessing tho
nerve to shed 1t. On the night that Duke wound
himself up for the trip over the big divide he
was drunk in O saloon In Pocatello-old Dad
Beasley's shack, aftcrward carried into tho
clouds by q c~yclone-when ono of my herderJ
walked In. Hc was one OF tho most peaceable
men / had, and 1t made me sore tho way Duke
did him up.
"'Coffcy.' said Pritchard to my man as soon
as he caught sight OF him, look at me-; look at
me hard. l want to know IL I amt eighteen
pounds h%eavier'n nine tons Of hell fire, and I
want to know damned quick!'
"Coffey was too fear-struck to say a word.
This devil Pritchard leaped at him and discm-
bowelled him with a Bowie knife. There was
no one else in the shack but old Dad himself at
tho time, and Dad wasn't saying a word. While
the dying man was still in his death throes on
the floor Pritchard banged him on the head with
a quart bottle of whiskcy and finished him.
ihOh hO hhpuSu ohothOi phai poptio - "h'ohSy
from tho bar and bit tho neck of of II with his
teeth. He backed out Of the saloon chewing the
glass, the blood from HIS mouth streaming down
his black beard. Beaslcy, who didn't belong to
any particular Sunday school himself, told me
aftorward that Pritchard, as he reelcd back
ward out OF the shack, with a gun in each hand,
for surprises, was the worst-looking sight he
| ever looked at. That same night we went after
him-ahout forty OF us. We did not meet up
.-tal ILL., - a.- l-- - ai-- .- H-.-l H..
lying dead on the east bank of the Snake River.
The glass he had swallowed had cut his insidcs
all to ribbons. My men were so hostile over his
outwitting them by dying like n white man that
they wouldn't give him burial; they just
chucked his body into the river and poured n
volley into 1t as 1t fioated down the swift cur
rent. Pritchnrd killed q dozen men in Idaho
and Wyoming before he rounded himself up
this way. and he killed EN- all with a knife. only
using his guns to cover his retreat"
I've often heard and read yarns to the gen.
eral effect that all bad men are cool. silent chaps.
and that there is no such thing as a genuine bad
man who busters. the blustercrs being all cow
ards said n Butte mining man. These yarns
make ME smile. The regular he-devil Of a bad
man is pretty nearly extinct now, but I've met
several hundred OF EN- In my day. and every
man of them was not only ~wickedly bad in fact,
but also on his own confession. Tho worst men
OF the lot were the fellows who publicly gloatcd
over their deviltry, the bragRarts who not only
announced with whoops that they ate wolves.
but who were always ready to stand for any
thing they said. drunk or sober. 1t was a part of
n professional bad mans badness to let all hands
know that he was bad, to yclp it out between
the cracking OF his guns, to roar It out in the
middle of the road whenever the fancy struck
him. Moreover, these self-announccd bad men
were never called with tho frequency that some
OF these yarns would have you believe. I've
always discovered on Investigation that the
quiet, cool bad men were fellows that shot or
stabbed most of their victims in the back.
"Thc worst catamount of a bad man l ever
met was Clad Collins Of Yankton, and he was n
roarcr and n whooper from away back. In the
Black Hills, where bad men were thicker than
blueberries, back In the lste seventies, Collins
was a holy terror for nearly three years. in spite
of the fact that he was more than half drunk all
the time. Newcomers to the Hills who did mt
know him and his record, and who only heard
him talk. were apt TO put him down as n mere
b%raggart, but noticed that not many of them
worked up the nerve to express themselves pro-
miscuously that way. The few that did got
killed right off. There was one big rawboncd
fellow from Vermont who struck tho Hills In
rs. He heard Clad Collins shooting Off his
mouth. US he called it, in a saloon. This fool
Vermont man turned and walked toward tho
door of the saloon with the remark that he was
weary of listening to cheap chin music.
"'Johnny,' says Collins the had sharp ears),
wheeling around all OF a sudden, come back
here and get kicked-come right back, Johnny,
and get kicked good and hard. Come a-runnin',
JOHNNY,
the barrel of ono of Collins's fOrty-eights. Ho
got white, too, can tell you. He walked over
TO where Collins stood holding up ono end Of
the bar.
Turn around. Jack. says Collins. The Yer
monter o6cyed, like a sensible man, which no
wasn't at first.
Collins gave him a cruel, hard kick at tho
Then he addressed him giving him a hor PniSoI,;
"Johnnyy,' says he, how is this for chin;music;
ttkiiSckl.~ Hell, amt it. Bit Rick. ain't BAD .
an / Bill lkiekl amt Just the dampsdest
out here on free. speech, amt you. Johnny !
Jack Ikickl. but you're going right on 70 the next
camp IN IN nh ti~1 ,in;o minutes MT Amt Sol; PHI = Lkiekl;
the door. He showed his gun back into his belt.
STAND still n minute he said to the Yer
Then Collins walked back about ten feet. 80
as to get some momentum. He made u leap for
the Green Mountain boy. who stood In the door
and landed on him With both feet right in the
middle OF he back. Tho yermonter must have
Il certainly am helish bad, for n fact. :" Collins
Imuttercd.. walking back TO the bar. The Yer
montcr, who at first hadn't thought so. packed
up his, kit and Quit the camp right away.
Collins was the only man who ever made Ed.
Quigley, n bad man who had shot his even doz.
en- In Leadyille before he went to tho Hills, call
for time, The two men had a disagreement In
the middle Of the street. and Qulgley's gun stuck
In his belt, While he was Juggling Mt II Collins
put 1t to him in the right shoulder-hc didn't
want to kill him, apparently. for no was u dead
shetland Quislcy went down.
Quigley.
We'll, you got enough, Edf asked Collins.
Yep said Quiglcy.
collins gave the man he had downed q drink
OF whiskey out OF his flask. and then put him on
his shoulder and lugged him into II shack, where
his wound was dressed. The two men were great
friends until they both got killed. Joe Wander.
lip. q Dakota deputy sheriff, planted Collins in
IN r. f thc 1 Ian ~ rnd hight but 3Mi,g dS u was as shot
The yarns that always entertain me- said q
colorado Congressman ARE those which tell OF
the way tho bad men used to got themselves dont
up occasionally by tiat-chested. ono-lunged
tenderfeet from tho East. A few years ago
read Il story In n 81. Louis paper about the way q
pretty, blur-oyed tenderfoOt lad had made Thurs
ton LiliDriuVp dance and IA liked IN Ina va tirtlaf