The Salt Lake tribune. [volume] (Salt Lake City, Utah) 1890-current, 1909-07-18

10 Nal Reno of Custer massacre lamt
moll OF frontier life in Arizona, where h
was for some time deputy sheriff an
later deputy United States marshal, a
Tucson. His efforts in enforcing the S@nl @
nese exclusion act on the Mexican bor
der have been highly commenced pS TN
Washington authorities, and recognizes
by the Highhinders, who placed q pTac
OF late years he has held 4 niSniS 70
sponsible position with one or the iarSHs
bank protective associations In the Uhile'
states, and as tendent OIL IT'S ga
.cret service has established an envlah!'
record of success in running down ban'
burglars: These stories are confined q
his earlier experiences In the west, TN
scenes Of which are laid in Arizona anC
New Mexico near the Mexican border
The Last Frontier. which unu! recen
years was Wild and awless, and whert
the typical bad man" OF pioneer days
made his last stand.
''Mostly all Cinnamon look alike tt
me, said Jim Baldwin, sheriff OF Red
lands. ''Some are Just trifle ugliel
than others, but take 'en on the
whole, there s q mighty strong family
resemblance between them. aud they
ain t what you could call handsome
type of family, eithcr-not without
straining the type considerable. .
''1hat may be So as far as you and
I are concerned, - ! respondcd "but
after all, it's hardly fair TO set ouI
views up as the only correct ones If
we were in China, now, the chances
arc that the natives would look ON
us as mighty punk specimens OF hui
manity Ideas Of beauty vary in the
different countries like the very devil,
Jim. "
'WelI. In hold TO my own idea of
what is good looking returned Bald
win. stubbornly; 'and that same idea
don t cover the face of a yellow Chink,
NOT by any manner Of means.
The foregoing conversation took
place in my office mt Tucson. Baldwin
having. as he expressed if, dropped
in to pay little visit 10 Uncle
Sam as represented by my humble
self. Whenever he came to town he
never missed tho opportunity OF
spending an hour or two in my com
pany. His appearance on the scene
was always welcomed by me, for
amusements are none too varied III
Arizona, and Badly, as the boys called
him, was an entertaining companion.
His "reminiscences of life on the from
tier were legion IN number, and he
had been an active participant IN more
exciting episodes in the territory than
falls to the lot of one man IN thou
sand.
"Don I imagine that ] m holding any
brief for Cinnamon III general |
said. Ever since the Chinese eXclu
sion act went into force they have
caused me too much trouble TO make
me hail fellow well met with any of
the confounded heathens. But at that,
Badly, ii ism t exactly fair 10 Judge
the nation as a whole by the spccl-
mons we get over here. Old travellers
in the Orient tell me that il S surpris.
ing what fine looking chaps some of
the Chinks in the interior arc, Those
that come here belong to the coolle
class. little undersized fellows, who
aren I Of much account mentally or
physically.
''There may be something in that, )"
commented the sheriff. grndgingly.
81 remember one Chink | ran into who
was a heap smarter than any other
Of his countrymen that | ever saw.
He used To work as cook for Brady
at the Blue Moon mine. Brady had
all kinds Of trouble with cooks, and
the fellow he had there before the
Chink was probably the worst of the
bunch. Brady picked him up at
Phoenix. where lie had gone to buy
some supplies He was tall. raw
boned chap about - years old, dark
enough for Greaser, and with 4 long
under lip that hung down like n
and says:
''T heard tell down to the 3Y Dia
moud ranch that they was wantIn' Il
cook up 10 the Blue Moon mine, so !
Just pulled my freight 10 strike tie
Job Know if it's so?'
80 Why, YES. says Brady. I m man.
agcr OF the Blue Moon. Can You
COOKE
'' Yes. SAYS the chap, can cook
- oin y ta, rtip,,lpr al, = fond
Of cookin. but can do it. ] can fry
beef, make tolerable saliyratus his.
cult and middlin fair pie outen most
anything. But ] amt enjoyed cookin'
much since / reformed | used TO be
as bad as any of ON, but | got re.
ligion with a fellow | was herdin'
sheep with four years ago.
Well, says Brady. q guess VIC
can give you n trial. ] We got some
more business 10 attend TO before /
start back 10 the mine, so if rou hang
around here for spell III meet You
in Il couple OF hours What might
Your name beg
- 'They christened me Gustavus
Maine says the chap, 'but them as
knows me always calls me the Don.
Why | dunno; there amt no foreign
blood in me.
All right. Don, says Brady, laugh
in; stake care of yourself and III sec
YOU later.
tWhcn Brady came back he found
that the new cook had been tallin
care of himself in a regular rip-snort-
in kind of way. lie was as drunk as
a lord and If ii WASH 4 that they were
desperate hard mp for "A cook at the
mine, he'd have called all bets of
right there. But he allowed he ID take
Il chance on him. hoisted him into his
saddle, and they started off. For the
first two miles they went slow: then
as the Don grew a bit more sober and
began sitting his horse stcadicr, they
broke into a trot and were ridIn along
9cry nice when maxim sudden turn
in the road, around the point of mesa,
they came across herd Of burros,
driven by three Mexicans. two bows and
an old man. As they passed them by
the old fellow saluted very respectful
sayin': Buenos das, senorcs
They had passed the Mexicans only
n few yards when the Don pulled up
and said to Brady;
- Did YOU see that Greaser maxim ,
faces at us? He insulted two white
men. and / IN goin to rebuke him
Before Brady could make "A move to
stop him. the Don whips out his six