The Arizona sentinel., 1899-05-06
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! tell, and the following account of Q ! little incident which came under
 my observation tends to verify the truth of the adage.
 1 was down at Joe Carter's cattle camp on the Colorado River, spend ing a few day. one spring not many years ago. Joe had a cowboy called ; Jeff Wilson, long, lanky beef steer of boy abont nineteen years of age. Jeff tried to ape the typical cattleman and was the toughest and toughest young fellow both in ap-
 ?earance and language that 1 ever ! met up with. His hair was ahoui
 fifteen inches long and he never ] touched 1t with comb or brnsh. He wore the regulation chapparajos, or
 eather brooches, and a pair of tn
 longest and noisieSt spurs in th' country. There was nothing about ] his bride or saddle that did not iangIe and his chief amusement was to throw his hair over his face, draw a siX-AhOOte". put spurs to hi vicious horse and chase the Indian
 quaws all over the reservation lis vocabulary of oaths was mos urid and varied for even the Colo
 ado River. He swore i'll English
 ipaBish and Indian with equal
 'acllity, and I verify believe h.
 lsed to lay awake nights inventin
 new and strange 0atfis, which h.
 'ved tn lavish with great impartia ity upon his horse and dog and saddle and pistol and all animate and inaninaIs objects with whicI he came in contact. Occasionally Jeff would express himseIfin a few sentences of the choicest English, Nmcn led me to believe that h, aad had an early training and as %ociati9n which was not responsible
 IT the grotesque idiom he usually affected.
 One morning Joe and 1 had been
 f in the hottnm looking for COW and had left Jeff at camp to wash the dishes, a task he heartily de- spi>ed. On our way back we passed an Indian jacal about mile from camp on the way to Yuma. Tbr Indian informed us that Jeff had passed there about half an hour be- fore our arrival, bound for Yuma A few questions elicited the further fact that Jeff had been bitten on the forednger Of his right hand by rattlesnake, and had gone to see a doctor.
 We were mortified, for we knew the poison of the enake would reach his heart and ne would fail from his horse dead, long before he could reach Yuma. We put spurs to our horses and started after him, ex- pecting at any moment to find his lifeless body by the roadside.
 But We did not find it. On the contrary, as we r'de in 0 the river at the ford, opposite Yuma, we saw Jeff on his buckskin horse, Valiente, emerge dripping from the stream on the other side and gallep up the hill. We hurried across and caught Jeff just as he went into pr. Cotter's office. Joe rushed up 10 him with breathlcsS questioning, but Jeff cut him short with the cool remark, '"Oh, nj I'm all right; just come in to le: this - - doctor trim me up a little
 He held out his right hand and there was only raw and bloody stump where the right forefnger had been. There was also buck skin thong tied so tightly around :he wrist that it bit into the flesh until it was almost hidden.
 The doctor examined the finger and pronounced the heroic treat ment effective % far as the poison went, but said he would have t. cut off little more of the stump in order to bring the skin over it and make it heal properly.
 While the doctor was preparing his instruments Jeff told us how 1t all happened. He had gone to get a few sticks of wood and as be reached over log to pick up a piece a rattler lying there had sunk its fangs into his finger. He first killed the snake and then picking up the axe he lay his finger on block and cut it off,
 Owing to the fact that he had t0