The Fulton County news. [volume] (McConnellsburg, Pa.) 1899-current, 1903-10-28

| 'SN hllI III hanSaS, tlal
FARMER Berry and his sons were
'lddled with bullets by Chauncey
Dewey and his band of COW punchers,
Ind that for the time, at least, the
nan who is handiest with his gun is
he one who lives to illustrate the
Oarwinian theory of survived.
For there is no West" as we knew
t twenty years ago. First they slew
he buffalo; then they rounded UP the
indian. Finally, regiment upon reGi.
ment of cavalry abandoned the peace.
!ul outposts in the Great American
Desert, and came East to guard the
turbulent towns of the older civiliza-
lion. The frontier was effaced.
And so it is with cowboy land. The
country beyond the Missouri has be-
come commonplace and agricultural.
Fhe Lair-raising redskin has given way
before the hairraising bad man. and
the ''puncher' has drifted before the
steady encroachments of the granger
The slums of the great cities breed
1arller doings than the wilds of the
farther West, and the devastating troll.
ley car counts more victims than the
brooding imagination of the dime nov
elist ever conjured up in the old days.
THE OLD TEXAS TRAIL.
This renewed appeal in Kansas to
The arbitramcnt of the six-shooter and
rhe magazine rifle recalls the times of
! tho old Texas trail. What really hap
pened in the days of cattle drives from
the Mexican border to Montana is set
forth in the reminiscent narrative OF
| Andy Adams. whose Log of Il Cow
0oy'' has just been published by
Houghton, Mifllin X Co. This is no
ranciful story. but the circumstantial
account of one who took part in the
scenes which lie describes. Adams
was one of an outfit which trailcd Il
| herd of 1000 longhorns from the mouth
of the Rio Grandc to the Blackfoot In
! liam Reservation. in the northwest cor
| ner of Montana. There were 300C cat
tie in the herd and the drive Of $500
miles was accomplished in about five
months.
In the chapter on the Yellowstone
typical "bad man, who was hunting
trouble. The Rebel referred to in his
account was the nickname for South
crn member OF the outfit.
Adams and his companions had been
taking drink in Yellowstone Bob's
saloon, and cheap lithograph of Gen
aral Grant. which hung behind the
bar had led to discussion. in which
Priest, The Rebel. praised the North
arn soldier to whom he had surren-
1ered, and was fiippantly chlded for so
1oing by Flood, the foreman.
During the comments of The
Rebel" writes Adams, "a stranger
who evidently overheard them, rose
from one of the tables in the place and
sauntered over to the end of the bar,
an attentive listener to the succeeding
conversation. He was Il younger man
than Priest, with a head of heavy
black hair reaching his shoulders, while
his dress was largely of buckskin, pro-
fusely ornamcnted with beadwork and
rringes. He was armed. as was every
one else, and from his languld de-
meanor as well as from his smart ap-
pearance. one would class him Mt Il
passing glance as a frontier gambler.
AS we turned away from the bar to an
nnoccupied table, Priest waited for
his change. when the stranger accosted
him with an inquiry rs to where he
was from. In the conversation that
ensued the stranger, who had noticed
the good-humored manner in which
The Rebel had taken the chidlng OF our
foreman. pretended TO take him TO
task for some of his remarks.
THE INSULT.
"But in this he made n mistake.
What his friends might safely say TO
Priest would be treated as an insult
from stranger. Seeing that he would
not stand hlc chlding, the other at
tempted to molllfy him by proposing
they have II drink together and part
friendly. to which The Rebel assented.
"The two were standing mt the bar
In q most friendly attitude, but as
they raised their glasses to drink, the
stranger. holding his at arms length,
said: Here's toast for you; To
General Grant, the ablest--'
But the toast was never finished,
for Priest dashed the contents of his
glass in the strangers face, and calmly
replacing the glass on the bar, backed
across the room toward us. When
half way across, sudden movement
on the part of the stranger caused him
to halt. But it seemed the picturesque
gentleman beside the bar was only
searching for handkerchief.
"'Don't get your hand on that gun
you wear said The Rebel, whose blood
was up, unless You intend to use it,.
But you can't shoot Il minute too quick
to suit me. What do you wear
gun for, anyhow? Let's see how
straight you can shoot"
"As the stranger made no reply,
Priest continued; The next time you
have anything to rub in, pick your
man better. The man who insults
neil get all that's due him for his
trouble Still eliciting no response,
The Rebel taunted him further, say
ing: Go on and finish your toast, you
patriotic beauty. I'll give you another:
JEFF Davis and the Southern Confede--
acy'
I'VE all rose from the table, and
Flood, going over TO Priest, said, Come
along, Paul. we don't want TO have any
trouble here. Let's go across the street
and have game of California jack
aRut Tho Rohol stood IiLa n chisqlc.l