Waterbury evening Democrat., 1903-10-17
Umbrella and Trunk Factory

there's nothin' to make me uneasy. You was camped over to my place an eatin' my salt pork when that burro happened along
 'Silence!' says the judge. How dare you talk back to the court? We : will now proceed. MT Sam Hickson, you may state your case
 Sam told about losing the burro and led it in and identified it. Y t 'Hmrl!s says the judge Looks sort O dark for this gent MT. Jack McLemore, you may tell what you know
 Jack gave his evidence and the other boys stepped up one after an- other and gave theirs. It was pretty late by this time and the judge had to shoe team for Ed Wilson while 1t was light, so he adjourned court until ten o'clock the next day.
 But see here says the prisoner, there's no need O this. You can
 'Silence!' roared the judge. Are you trying this case or am I? MT Deputy, you can take that there log chain and make the accused fast to that anvil for the night. Court is now adjourned until tomorrow morning. Smile. will ye? Daggone your frfv- 'lous. trifin' hide!'
 $ The feHers didn't smile any more. He just cussed and swore didn't He'd have brained the old judge with the tongs if I hadn't. That bald headed, goat-whiskered old rip was there at the time, I tell you'll he shout ed Let me get at him.
 s'T didn't quite understand 1t, but I made him dry up, while the judge shod the team. As soon as he'd got lem shod he invited us all into the house to eat You can come, too,' he said to the tenderfoot, if you can keep from smiling an not open your mouth except to put grub in it.
 ''The tenderfoot told him to go to blazes, so the judge sent him out his supper-a good one, too. His wife was cook from way back. took my blankets into the shop and slept with the feIler all night. The next morning the judge opened up court ahead of time. I'd given the prisoner hint that he'd better keep his head shut If he didn't want to be turned over to the crowd, and he seen the force of the argument.
 f'The judge took his seat again on the cooling tub and put on his spec tac1es and looked at the tenderfoot steady and severe. Then he says: Prisoner at the bar, you are charged with serious crime. You don't seem to savvy that it is serious. You might steep a homicidal hand in gore up to the elbow and smfles you might swill~ barrel of tarantula juice and shoot up the town and still smile; you might hold up the stage and smile at the ac- cusation; you might rob the mother of her tender child, but you can't rob a prospector of his mule and indulge in unseenly hilarity in this court. That is crime from which 8 debased hyena would shrink in horror. The mule is the prospector's life, his wealth, his companion, his friend and his child, rolled into one, The evil dence is clean agin you. You stand here before me in jeopardy of the ex- treme penalty of the law. Is this smiling matter?'
 'I punched the tenderfoot in the ribs and he says: No. your honor
 ""That's all right, then says the judge. tBein' as you admit that, now abrergate my judishul authority an testifyin' as Bill Quinn, citizen of this territory, inform the crowd that I was up to this mans cabin on whitehall hunt about month ago, seen the burro stray along the ridge an helped the prisoner to ketch it. told him he'd better bring it into town the first time he come.
 Now, resoorning the authority vested in me under and by virtue of the laws and revised statutes of the territory of New Mexico I turn the prisoner loose. with the caution not to think 8 court is to have it's dignity monkeyed with. even if 1t is Lald in a blacksmith shop. Chicago Daily News.