The Marion daily mirror. (Marion, Ohio) 1892-1912, 1911-06-03

these guns aid Knives around with
me. Jest bekase | met a crltter who
wanted to trade 'em fur my cayuse
and cit outer the kentry. and did Il
to obleege him. II was me that skeert
Jim Taylor and his gang outer Cow
City, but | never pulled gun to do
It. Jest one yell did the bizness. II
one Of 'em had stood up to me
should hev run like a wolf. I'm goin'
to git Off one O. my yells here purity
soon. but nobody needn't be afeared.
It's all noise and no sand to foller 1t
up. I'd gin heap If | was danger
Gus, but | can't be
The Town In shiVers.
"That's the way Awful Jones kept It.
up fur an hour or more. Til the town
of Sandy Bend had shivers. II may
be asked ag'in whar this court wasf
This court replies that he was 'tendin'
his own bar In the Red Dog saloon
and givin' the stranger plenty Of rope.
Purity soon It was gineraIly believed
that the time was nigh at hand when
the big man would turn loose, and one
arter another of the crowd went into
hidln' till only a cowboy was left
asleep in his chair in the Dead Shot
saloon. The big man helped himself
TO n drink. and then. standin' in the
door. he yelled a yell which was heard
three miles away and taken fur the
roar of an avalanche. When that yell
echoed and rumbled up and down the
streets the bad men tumbled over each
other to git further away, and this
court don't mind sayin' that he felt
chill 90 over him. That yell brurg
the sleepin' cowboy to his feet with
Jump. and arter rubbin' his eyes and
lookin about a bit he asks of the
stranger:
"'who's a-doin' Of this yellin'. and
what's the obicck|
"1ts me yellin', and my objeck is to
skeer folks
"'But I'm tellin' you to stop IT.
"1'd be glad to obleegc but I've got
TO keep on yellin' fur hull hour yet.
Jim Peters Collars tho Terror.
"Feller citizens" said the Judge, with
something like frog I'm his throat. "all
Of us know who that cowboy Is and
what he did His name Is Jim Peters.
and he takes that holy terror by the
car and leads him to the town lookup
and filings him I'm and shets the door
on him. The terror don't resist no
more'n child aud he humby asks
Jim not 60 hurt him II was jest as
he said. He was all brug and blufr.
with no sand, but that yell Of his bud
driven 200 Of our esteemed citizens to
kiver
i've got him here before me fur
trial. and I'm goin 10 be honest and
admit that wish he'd got away. I'm
feelin' that our reputashun has suf-
fered and that we amt lookln' each
other I'm the face as bold as we orter
/ can't blame the kuss fur mnkin' the
most OF his size and voice. and can't
blame any Of you fur not wantln' to
he sent over the divide. II seems to
me 10 be about an even thing, and I'm
going to decide accordin'ly.
THE big terror, with his big voice.
win be taken out and Kicked fur half
an hour by nll the Chineymen in town,
and the rest OF us will be fined SO
apiece fur thinkin' he was n devil OF
a terror when he was only burned
coyote. Thnrs my coin. and ! want
to see the rest OF you cum down with.
out any fussin'. and if the Chlneymen
don't kick hard 'nuff wen bring mp
three or four mules to do the bizness
That's all, and this court now stands
adjourned and won't make no record
OF this case on the docket-not by u
burned sightw