The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1907-09-29
BY HENRY WALLACE PHILLIPS.

thing, AMI 4 desire to hustle away from
there before I got hurt. Then, To-. Il
had reached the limit alb iuI Miss Hitty
I sure wasn't gh'ng To stand h"aring
her name mish1 lClnI by tavern caters.
Yet the Drinc. PAL cause for my staying
was my 9nXisty to leave. Tint great,
big, believing Irishman, dragging a
half-dOzen men around 10 get at me,
the blood streaming down his FACE, and
his expression far from agreeable, put
a crimp in my soul, and don't YOU for
get it But I seemed to understand that
this was my first mans size prepOsi-
ton, and that if 1 didn't take my lick
ing like a man 1 never could properly
respect myself afterward. So whilst
my legs were pleading come. Willie.
let's trOt and see mOther-if will be
pleasanter,' I raked ny system for
sand and stood pat. l knew a trick or
two about assaulting your fellow man
as we'll as Mick, when you come to
that. Fighting is really as good an
education for fighting as practising box
ing is, and perhaps a little better. It
amt so much a question of how you
make your props and parrIes. as how
much damage you inf1ict upon the party
of the second part.
:. Let him comet I says; what you
holding him for, 8 If he was a ragin'
lion or something? Let go Of him.
You skip, you darn fool says my
first friend He'll eat you raw
We'll, it will be my funeral 1 says.
If you will see he don't put me down
and gouge my eyes out I'll take him as
he comes
"Couging was a great trick with
that gang-I feared it more than death
itself.
Just at that minute old Eli drove
up. What in tarnation's this?' says he
When he found out he tried to make me
go home, but all this advice I didn't
want had made me more determined. I
got crying mad. 'Gol-ding it all to
thunder!' says 1, hopping up and down.
You see me fair play and turn him
loose, Eli. l want one moro swat at
and I'll go home
ELI was a tall, ound-shouldered
man, who looked like a cross between a
| prosperous minister and a busted law
yer. He had consumDtive cough and
an easy, smoothing way with his hands,
always sort of apologizing. Several men
had been led astray by these appear
ance and picked a quarrel with Eli.
Two weeks in bed was the average for
making that mistake.
He looked at me with his head side
ways, pulling his chin whiskers. Billy,
says he. I hev experienced them senti-
ments myself. 1t shell be as you say.
He went to his wagon and drew out a
Misunderstanding pistol from under the
seat. The pistol was loaded with buck
shot and four fingers of powder to push
| IL, as every one around knew. He
walked up to Mick and put the touch
of a cold, gray Yankee eye on him.
| Young man. he says, I amt for your
clawin', chawin', kickin' style of con-
ductin' a row, so / tell you this: you
| fight that boy fair, or I'll mix buckshot
with your whisky. Turn your bullock
| loosev
THE men let go of him, and here he
come Fortunately / remem-
Der every detail of that scrap, clear as
| crystal. 1 led with my left, and Mick
countered with his chin. A thunder
storm hit me in the left ear. Ker-bang
ker-swot. Scurry- biff- biff -biff
Somebody hit somewhere. Somebody
| with a pain in the neck. No time to find
out who 1T is. Zip, smash, rip; more
pains, streaks of fire on the horizon
must have run aground. Roar-rOar-
| bump-ah, bully for you, Billy Slam
him, Nick Hit him again. sonny You
got him. Now you got him. A-aay-
| hooray! The switch is open; here we
go, humping over the ties. Geel How
| it jars; right over the edge Of the tres
! tle-bing. C'm off'n him, you big black
Kick the brute. Get up, boy. Roooool
swishz. Where in thunder did the big
black bird come from? And what's he
doing here Never mind. No time tC
stop. Lovely Peterl How she rolls