The San Francisco call., 1898-04-03

control, and then he throws all cau- tion to the wind and becomes utterly reckless.
 About four years ago he was shot at from ambush near Green River by a cowboy known as "Hackey' Hughes, whose only object was to secure the reward offered by the State authorities of Utah. The bullet pierced the lobe of his ear, and the blood streaming down his face acted upon Cassidy as a red flag might to a maddenea bull.
 With a howl of rage he turned his horse just as another bullet passed through the rim of his sombrero. A puff of smoke from clump of bushes showed where the assassin was con- cealed. For picturesque profanity Butch" Cassidy hasn't his equal in the States, and on that occasion he is said to have fairly surpassed himself. Ripping out a string of paths that would reach from Dan to Beersheba he jumped from his horse and lodged be- hind a bowlder
 He waited for twenty minutes. and then the cowboy shot the outlaws horse. which had been grazing in the open. That was more than Butch" could stand. Throwing caution to the winds he ran toward the clump of bushes, with a pistol in each hand barking at every step.
 But Hughes, considering discretion the better part of valor. had jumped on ms horse and succeeded in making good his escape. But the vindictive nature of Butch Cassidy asserted it. self. He had recognized his assailant, and every member of the band re- celved instructions to be on the watch for him. Hughes left the Green River country, and it was not until six months later that he was located. on the north fork of the Powder River. up in Wyoming.
 dozen picked men he reached the ranch where Hughes was working. It was during the spring roundup. The two men met face to face. Hughes knew what was coming and pulled his gun. But he wasn't quick enough Cassidy, pistol cracked first, and the cowboy dropped from his saddle with a bullet through his right eye.
 mats the way I serve any = skunk that tries to shoot me in the back. remarked Cassidy. If any of his friends want t take up the ouar- rel I'm ready"
 But if the dead cowboy had any friends they failed to respond. "Butch', Cassidy was we'll known, and it wasn't safe to pick quarrels with him. So he rode away with his escort, cursing the coWDoys for pack of cowardly coyotes.
 Cattle-stealing is the chief source of income to Cassidy and his followers one company alone in Central Utah mas lost 2000 head during the past two years, worth at present prices sS0. .OOO These were driven through Colorado and into New Mexico. It is in driving these stolen cattle from one State to another and out of the cou.ltry that tnelr system of cooperation is benef- cial
 However, any operation that prom lses adventure and financial reward is never overlooked. Trains are held ,1p express companies and banks ara robbed, and even individuals. when known to have money in their posses slon, are relieved of their possessions in true road-agent style.
 mere are women among these out laws. too, who ride with them on their wild forays and take pride il. their as- soclat1on with these bold and daring ireepooters. Even Calamity Jlne," in the ! oid days of her association with these picturesque females in their wild career.
 About a year ago Butch Cassidy and Bill" Ferguson, one of his trusted lleutenants, dashed into the town of Price in broad daylight, held up the paymaster of the coal company and rode off with $S00O before the crowd of bystanders realized what had han pened. This is but a sample exploit.
 Bank robberies are but side issues with them; merely incidental to their grand chief occupation of cattle-steaI- Ing. If victim resists or an officer pursues murder is regarded as a pro- fessional duty, to be cheerfully per formed, but they are not given to slaughter. In several instances