Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1898-11-27
SHOOTING THE CABIN DOOR,

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road. was a rough board stanty, and
one day as the west-bound train waited
for the Atlantic express number Oh
the passengers walking about the plat
form began wondering what the shanty
was butt for Some thought it belonged
to the railroad hands, and others that
il was the dOmicile of hunter, ana al
fer considerable argument tenderfoot
remarked:
''Weu. the distance makes it a pretty
good target for pistol practice, ana L
mink Iii shoot a few bullets into the
door"
He went to the coach and got out u
handful of spare cartridges and "nen
he got to work he proved himself Ialr
hand with the weapon. every shoI
| struck the door, and most of them the
center of it. and the crowd was unStlnt-
ed in it's praise. The passenger had
| fred about twenty bullets when the
door slowly opened and bare-headeo'
, hare-footeo old chap of sixty looked
out After surveying the crowd for
connie of minutes he retreated, but al
! Tor short interval reappeared with
f1r can ON his head, boots on his feet'
AID a Dig revolver in his hand ana an
other in his belt. He came shulilhg
down the path like an old lame Dear
and when he had reached the PLATFORM
he looked around and said:
Maybe some one called OLD Aeke
White to come out of his hole ana new
a leetle scrimmage to timber up his
legs? | amt sayin' they did or they
didn't, but here | am
The crowd fell away from him and
became interested in the scenery all at
once. and presently the old man
| growled:
II am takin' a nap in my shanty. !
ON swim on my bed, sound asleep and
tendin' to my own business, when q
bullet burst through the door and tips
chs IN nv ear. Mebbe the galoot as
fired that bullet was tryin' my nerves
and kinder expectin' to see me bolt fur
the bush?"
No one answered him, and after a
little he continued:
while | was wakin' up and rollin
outer bed bout twenty other bullets
| came zippin' along and throwed splint-
ers over me. | amt sayin' anybody de-
| sired TO kill me, but | am contentin
that | must hev fair play. want TO DC
some shootin' at the critter who sho'
at me. Will some of we be good NUT
to pint him out?"
s'See here, my friend" replied the
guilty party, as he advanced; I am the
one who did the shooting. We had M
idea that the shanty was inhabited.
But did you yell out and ask me
| was to HUMP"
No"
did you knock on the door ant
| whoop fur me TO come out"
No. We just took it that the plac'
was empty Here's a fve-dollar bill t
make good any damages"
Wall, that seems sorter fair and re
asonable," said the old man. as he re
ceived the bill; but at the same tim
/ feel it my dooty to give you ptnteI
Nuthin' out in this kentry is empty
not even a hole in the ground. Once 1
awhile you'll run across man VIII
q | might hey more meat in his head an
, not crowd out anything, but he's &c
'nuff to last him the week out at an
q rate Out here we are allus to hom'
: from the Governor down to the prairi
3 dogs. and il I was you I'd sorter los
that gun in the grass and deuend rnoz
: on yer chin when you want to kno
= wnelner folks is home or out lookil
d fur bar"
Copyright, 1898, BY John Brisbe
I'll Walker.