Audubon County journal. (Exira, Iowa) 1884-1993, 1909-04-29
ILLUSTRATED
WITH CUTS
BY E. d Pierson
Copyright, by j. b. Lippincott Coz
By E. D. Pierson.

Col. Snapper, as he drew mighty
draught from his glass. In the days
O 40, when l was holdin' down a ed
itorial sheet, a Teller sided inter the
ROOM mighty muftled up about the
throat, an his head skewed to one
side like it he'd BIN set on the bias
He was a long-geared galoot, what
carried a sinister smile with him an
long, muddy frock coat that reached
to his heels. There was ony the brm
of a respectable hat on his head;
ragged par O white kid gloves was
tryin' to cover his hans. Oh, he was
Christmas ornament!
:" Is the wall-eyed hyener that runs
this rag ter hum?' he axes, with hiss
like a busted biler.
Il thought shorely that l had ter
do with manywac, or some freak
what got loose from a side show. There
upon l reaches for me gun
Drap that sez he, mighty caam
like, an set still, at the some time
hourishing a big knife above me nose
Then he sot down, and looks at
| me with a most mischeevous eye. He
| looks aroun's him for a spell an then
| he heads for me. When he come
abreast of me he regards me for awhile
an then he seq:
:" L see now SEE he at you're the
red-nosed pirate I'm lookin' fer as he
drawed a cheer and drapped into it,
I was some dubersome about yer iden
tity at fust, OWN to the clean paper
collar We have on, but l see I've came
to the right shop all right
| An the wry-necked ruffian fixes his
lamps on me in SIGH a way concluded
not to move, hopin' all the time that
old Boldly Butterfoot, my pardner
| would happen in fore he got vi'lent.
My name seq he, is Bloaker-
Silas bingham Bloaker'-sez he,
| stroppin' that meat-cleaver on his boot
and regardin me melevolent like.
"'Oh, yes SEE l, you was the gent
that took so of last weeks papers fer
me putin yer picture in on the eve
of yer marriage
Il did recall the critter, but he didn't
look like man who had been enj yin
the honeymoon-more like Teller
/
| mount
That amt no lie,' seq he, with a
grin that showed his teeth, p'inted as a
| beavers
Well, want they all right? l axes.
I took sight of pains to get your pic
! tur' took Well / was wonderin' what
kind of keerds he was holdin' up his
sleeve.
Vas, We did, seq he, and fips a
copy of the paper out of his pocket,
flares it out under my nose, and p'ints
to his portrait, that looked fair enough.
That's me, all right, but what is the
inscription underneath?' and he read
with roar: This is the notorious
| desperate, cut-throat and train-robber,
Buck Binders. Look out for him, citi-
zens of Calamity county, and hang him
on sight
Blamed eff it want so! That old
mushrat, Butterfoot, had went and
mixed things up, and the desperado's
picture was inscribed with the notice
of Bloaker's approaching marriage.
Why, We don't mean to say ye're
goin' to git mad over a little thing
like that?' seq l. thinkin' soft answer
might come in handy.
Oh, no, seq he, oh. no. | rather
like it, l do tiourishin that meatax,
or whatever it was, close to my nose.
What happens when / goes gayly TO
meet my bride rugged out in a $12 suit
with suitable trinmin' S ?-what han.
pens?' bellerin' like a COW buffalo
Your paper had got there ahead OF me
They was some hundred men folks at
The depot when | got off An every
man had rope, some had two When
they sets eyes on me they lets off a
howl like q pack of wolves OWN to
your righteousness a depitation of the
tust citizens conducts me to the near
est telegraph pole Eff the county
sheriff hadn't arrived, what knowed
me, I'd be hangfn' there yit Look al
that neck '-workin' his head up and
, down like a tortle-that won't sol
, right tell the crack o. doom, to sa,
| nuthin of my losin' the lady, wutl
$500, Mexican, two mules, an a bull
heifer She said she want goin
!, though life hitched to freak thai
,, could look down the back of his necl
and had to keep his back turned
when he made love
" If you will egscuse me- / SEE, i
, think / had better go downstairs ane
/, start the press, attemptin' to rise.
: Il changed my mind sudden abou
! departin when l see the bloodthirst,
/! look on his face.
' :" You air, see, mighty fond of Illus
e train your remarks with cuts, Sc,
d he.
q Why, yes-as a progressive ed
, itor-
) And SO be L, with a whoop lik,
> Digger Injun, wavin that shinin
/ blade round his head.
), Well" concluded Maj. Snapper, a.
i he felt an old scar on his furrowee
4 forehead, he done it,"
+ Wagner to the Musicians.