The Cook County herald. [volume] (Grand Marais, Minn.) 1893-1909, 1897-12-18
5s' soh, yes, the gambler answered.
You stand an equal chance to win or.

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am going to smash the game.
We'll, the play was made and in lit
/ tie more than a second Bucks money
Went into the gamblers pocket. Buck
waited a moment, then he said slowly:
remarked that was going to
win or else smash the game. Well, I
didn't u win, 50 I'll just ~ NJ
And before anybody knew what he
Intended to do he had reached over,
caught the gambler by the arms, swung
him over his head and brought him
down broadside across the table with
all the strength he possessed. The
game was smashed, the boards in the
table We're splintered, and the gam
bier lay on the floor as limp as rag.
s. Every body thought at first that
Buck had killed the. fellow, but they
were mistaken. The chap lived, but it
was long time before he was able to
walk a step, or even to stand on his
feet. It is safe to bet, though, that he
never tried any more skin games on
cowboys" = :, y ~. ....
The old saying that sooner or later
every man will meet his match" proved
true in Buck Rogers case. For years
he rode the range, unconquered and
invineible and victor in every con-
test with man or beast But he at last
met his match. He went up against"
thing in comparison to which he was
mere feather In plain words, he
'bucked a cyclone. r I,
One Saturday afternoon in July Buck
was down at Dodge City. The town
was full of cowboys, but they were not
very lively. The day was intensely hot
and sultry, and even a cowboy did not
feel inclined to exert himself unneces-
sarlly. The usual amount of liquor
was disposed of, however, and old Buck
managed to take care of his portion. !
Along about the middle of the after
noon black cloud came up from the
east and another from. the west. These
clouds advanced and met overhead, and
then began to conduct themselves in "a
most peculiar manner. They rolled
and tumbled and pitched and churned,
and twisted in and out among them
selves. 49,. III ..
The street was lined with people who
watched these clouds anxiously, for
every one felt assured that cyclone
was brewing. People had left their
homes and the stores and shops, and
the cowboys had left the saloons-at
least, those of them who were not
too drunk. Old Buck had mounted his
broncho and was standing in the road
in front of the postoffice. 49,. l.
Pretty soon there came sweeping
across the prairie from the west mass
Of black cloud, funnel-shaped and
bristling with electricity. Every one
knew i'll an instant what that meant.
The dreaded cyclone had appeared.
=, Some of the people fed in search OF
places of safety, some dropped down
right where they stood and began to
wall and pray, while others stood, open.
mouth and dumb, staring stupidity at
the terrible engine of destruction. But
old Buck Rogers did none of these
things.
At the first cry that cyclone was
coming he tore off his hat and threw it
down in the road, gave one long, I'M
earthly yell of defiance, and dashed
down the street right toward the cy-
clones track. AS he went he cried:
tive never seen the thing yet that
was able to do old Buck Rogers up, and
I've fought white men, Indians and
bears. I'm not the man to be scared of
O i&f1o ~
O-o-p-e-e-e!' e..
The people watched him as he raced
out across the prairie, his long hair
flying and his face set squarely to the
front. They saw him as he bore down
toward the cyclone, and above the roar
of the wind they heard the shout of
defiance which he gave out. The next
moment they saw the mighty moving
monster and the man meet. They saw
the latter swallowed up in that black
cloud. That was all.
In a minute the cyclone had passed,
It had missed the town, and the people
breathed easy once more.
Immediately party went out in
search Of old Buck, and after a long
hunt somebody found him. He was
hanging in the forks of cottonwood
tree, about twenty feet from the
ground, and damned down so tight be-
tween the limbs that he could not
move: His broncho lay ten yards
away, stone dead. Buck was rescued
and carried back to town, more dead
than alive. The doctor examined him
and found that while his injuries would
not prove fatal he would be a cripple
for life. When he heard the announce
ment old Buck groaned. He looked at
the cowboys who collected about him
and said: za-a.
Boys, I'm done. went up against
a critter at last that was too much for
me. was licked fair; and from now
on I'm gentle as lamb. When little
wad Of wind and cloud can pick a man
up and toss him into the fork of
tree like that done me, it's time for
that man to pull in his horns and shut
up shop as a fighter. I've got no more
to say, and after this, if a 10-year-old