The Opelousas courier., 1902-12-13
CORPSE KILLED PURSUERS.
Old Westerner Tells a Story That
Surpasses Tracy's Exploits.

IN "CSGCi e sCJ|S q SlOEy That
Surpasses Tracy's Exploits.
Harry Tracy raised some hula
baloo for a while all right" remarked
an old Westerner, but he never con
mitted a murder after his own death,
and that's what an OUTLAW I know Of
nee did. 1t was about twenty years
ago. At that time l was a deputy
marshal in Utah. The principal bust
ness for the marshal's office them
days was catchin' 'cohats' and cattle
rustlers. What's a 'cohaboo' Why,
he's a gentleman that ISM satisfied
to have one wife nestlin' in his buz-
yum, but wants to have three or four
or a dozen.
well, as l was sagin', there was a
whole heap of cattle r~ustlers there IN
them days, an one CT the worst of
EN- was a fellow named Bill DaNse.
Bill sure was a bad one. He'd come
up on a bunch of cattle at night, some
times all alone, cut out a few steers
tried to interfere, the chances were
that one or more Of EN- would soon be
ridin' the golden range if they didn't
go to a worst place, an I guess most
Of 'em did that last.
"Cap'n Story was United States
marshal then, an he made up his
mind that Bill Dawse would have tc
quit his foolin', and do it right quick.
So the next time he heard Dawse fad
been dom some funny work he took
me an another fellow an We started
out from Salt Lake. It was near Too
ele that Dawse had been seen, an at
Tooele we got a lot u Mormon farm
ers to help make up a posse.
"It wasn't much trouble to find
Dawse. He wasn't the kind that wculd
run away from trouble. He sent W:rd
to Cap'n Story where he was, an that
he didn't propose to be taken by the
marshal, nor even tho whole Territory
of Utah. He also gave it out cold
that if a posse came after him the
first man he'd shoot would be Cap'n
rest at his leisure, he said. This fell
low Dawse could hit a two-bit piece
at a hundred yards ten times %-unnin';
so it was no joke to go after him when
he showed he was some determined.
This didn't seem to worry Cap'n
trouble in gettin' a posse. We caught
up with Dawse in the foothills along
the west side of the Oquirrh Noun
tains. He hid himself in the brush
behind some rocks, and when we got
within range he began to bang away.
Sure enough, the first shot he fired
killed Cap'n Story. Another killed n
of the members of the posse, but be-
fore he could do any more damage
one of our shots dropped him. The
firing stopped suddenly an we knew
what had happened.
Everybody rushed into the brush,
and there, sure enough, was Dawse,
laid out SO he couldn't rustic no mora
steers in Utah. There was a curious
thing, though. He had a gun in each
hip pocket, an both of 'em was point
in muzle out. Of course, there was
grabbin' for them guns, for every
body wanted them as souvenirs. Two
men got hold of 'em about the same
time and each gave a yank to pull
the guns out of the pockets. Both
them guns went off about the same
time and both those men was killed.
well sir, after that we were more
cautious, l can tell you, but we inves-
an what do you suppose we
Why, that son of a sea cook
knew that the posse would get him
sooner or later, an he just framed it
up to ring in a cold deck after he
was dead. He had tied a buckskin
cord to the trigger of each of those
guns and had fastened the other ends
to his pants, so that if anybody gave
the gun a yank it would set off the
I've seen a lot Of life in the
West when it was a sight tougher
than it ever will be again, but for pure
cussedness, that beats anything l ever
saw or heard of."-Chicago Inter
Ocean.