Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1911-09-07
A Lion Tanned
By r. W. KEENAN,
Copyright by American Press Asso-
citation. 1911.

n going across the continent was
obliged to travel by stage a good part
Of the way. One day a coach loaded
with passengers was going up and
down the Uneven country formed by
the Rocky mountains. The drivers of
those coaches were usually excellent
men and very expert in driving six
horses over the zigzag roads. Indeed.
they were like the engineer of a rail-
way train who holds the lives of those
behind him in his hand. But in this
case If the driver was expert he was
not careful of the lives of his passen-
gers. Rather, he was just the reverse.
In going down a grade he would go
lickity-split. turning curves over preci-
pices. slurring the coach to the very
edge. to the horror Of those for whom
he was driving.
The women. at first. when passing
through one of these dangers, would
hold on to what was nearest to them
for dear life. but would finally cry out
with terror. Some of the men expostu-
lated with the driver. but were told so
fercely to shut up that none Of them
dared to enter further protest Be-
sides. they saw that what they said
only melted him to new violence.
Beside the driver sat a young man
In q checkerboard suit. He did not
Join the others in ~endeavoring to stop
the mans recklessness. though he was
nearest to him. He kept his arms
folded. balancing himself as the stage
careened like a ship. both sideways
and fore and aft. He was not over
five feet six inches high and not espe-
cially thick in proportion to his height.
The driver being six feet tall and
heavy in proportion, it was not to be
wondered that the little man held his
peace.
The coach had made one of its break
neck descents and had reached level
travelling. with a gradual ascent ahead,
when the man in a checkerboard suit
said to the driver in a low tone:
been drinking?"
NAV. Haven't taken a drink in a
year"
1SCShou you le l1SuC. L SOulu SnIClI
it if you had. Well. SEEM you're not
drunk. what you tryin' to spill us
for?"
The driver turned and looked down
on the little man contemptuously.
"See here. young feller," he thun-
dered, "do you know what passengers
gifts for interferin' with ribbon hold
ers?"
"No. Do they get shot?"
"Git shot! Do you suppose I'd
waste good lead on your little car
cass?"
well. what would you do if l were
to interfere with your drivin'"
"I'll tell you what I'd do-I'd just
bring my arm around and wipe you
off into the road"
The outside passengers sitting behind
the two were interested in their con-
versation. The little man asked the
questions in a childlike fashion. as a
small boy would ask them. the big
man always responding with the growl
of a lion. When the driver spoke the
last words the horses had come to the
beginning of the ascent and had
dropped into a walk. Suddenly the
man in the checkerboard suit seemed
to double up like a jackknife. Bracing
his back against the top Of the coach
behind him. he put his feet against the
driver. gave a shove, and the big man
landed ten or twelve feet below in the
road.
This was not all. The little man
jumped after him and landed beside
him. The big man got half way up
on his feet when the little man plant
ed a blow on his jaw and rolled him
over again. The big man made an
other attempt to rise. and the little man
hit him another crack. with the same
result. Then. throwing off his check
erboard coat, the latter said.
Cit up"
This time the driver was permitted
to rise and rushed for his tormentor
like a bull The tormentor was not
in the line Of rush. but as the driver
passed he received a blow under the
chin that leveled him again with the
road. He was allowed to rise after
this when knocked down and every
time he arose was sent back where he
came from. He was a strong man, but
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