Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1912-04-09

heard that you said that you'd shoo
me on sight
Looking around, Tex replied, We'll
didn't you say you would shoot me
too%
"'Yes, did,
well, why don't you do 1t then
All you've got to do is to pull that trig.
ger and that's the last of "Od Tex"
This stoical bravery won the ad.
miration Of the man and defeated hi:
bloody purpose
TEX said he, don't want to Kill
you
THAT suits me- replied Tex. Lets
,, go and take a drink And thus their
enmity ended in making them fast
friends. Texas was killed by being
thrown from fast horse in Walls
Walla in the year 1865"
Henry Plummer, bandit chief from
1851 till the vigilantes got him in 1853
is described by Mr.. Langford as man
of gentlemanly bearing and dignified
ldeportment. But he let no hall-marks
interfere with his course Of action
Among other stories about him is
this:
ION one occasion in July, 1858, Plum
mer invited DIR. Click to accompany
him on a horseback excursion to his
ranch on the Rattlesnake. Finding no
one at the cabin on their arrival, Plum
mer asked the doctor to go with him
down the creek and pick berries. They
soon came upon large clump of birch
bushes. Pulling them aside, Plummer
disclosed an open space cut within
the clump. in which were seated sew
eral men. seeing whom Click drew back
but was told by Plummer to come in.
He entered and found himself amid
five or six men with masked or black
ened faces, of whom he recognized
Moore and Billy Terwilliger. The latter
was lying on a blanket, wounded In
the leg by a bullet received In some
affray. After dressing the wound the
doctor started with Plummer on the
return to Bannack. While crossing
the plateau between Rattlesnake and
Bannack, Plummer suddenly wheeled
in front of the doctor, and, cooking his
pistol, thrust it into his face, saying:
Nov, you know all. These are my
men. I'm their chief. If you ever
breathe a word of what you've seen,
I'll murder you"
What a commentary on the men and
the times, that before his death by the
rope Plummer was able to secure his
election as sheriff.
Mr.. Langford's book, covering much
territory and many bad-man perform
ances, wanders much from scene to
scene, shooting to shooting, and hang
ing to hanging. This review, necessa-
rily scattering, Is closed with the story
from near the end Of the volume, Of a
typical double tragedy:
"One Of the most memorable fights In
Nevada took place between Martin
Barnhardt and Thomas Peasley. Peas
ley was a man of striking appearance
and fine ability. He had been ser
geant at arms in the Nevada assem-
ton with some friends Barnhardt- en-
Carson City he had been wounded in
the arm. Both Barnhardt and Peasley
claimed to be 'chief-always a suf-
ficient cause of quarrel between men
of their stamp. Meeting Peasley one
day after the fight, Barnhardt taunt-
ingly asked him If he was as good a
man then as he was at Carson.
This" replied Peasley, is neither
the time nor place to test that ques-
tion.'
Soon afterward, while Peasley was
seated in the Office Of the Ormsby
house in Carson engaged in conversa-
tion with some friends Bernhardt en-
tered and, approaching him, asked:
Are you heeled?'
"'For heavens sake rejoined Peas
ley, are you always spelling for a
fight?'
Yes cried Barnhardt, and without
luTtHeT HOllCe lhSu iio iCNOiNOi. hS
ball passed through Peasley's heart.
Seeing that he had inflicted a fatal
wound, Barnhardt fed to the wash
room, closing the windowed door after
him. Peasley rose and staggered to
the door, Thrusting his pistol through
the sash, he fired and killed Barnhardt
instantly. Failing back in the arms Of
his friends, they laid him upon a bill
lard table.
lis Barnhardt dead?' he whispered,
as life was ebbing.
He is. was the answer given by
half dozen sorrowing friends.
1T is well. Pull my boots off and
send for Brother Andy and with these
words on his lips he expired.
lante Days and, Ways.