The Washington herald. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1906-1939, 1915-04-04

came from. and some folks have beer
very much afraid of him. He pickec
his teeth with a grizzly's claw, carries
bowfe.knife and claims to shoot
In writing up the Buffers" of this
s SnsnL a rev weeks ago we asked this
himself. what prison he had run me from i:
| He's been promising the boys to slice
off our right ear. have it fried in Bill
Taylor's restaurant. and then public.
foxhound. We haven't been greatly
| worried. and we didn't skip a cog
when we saw the tiger rolling along
Of us and tried to look awfully wick
| ed-real old Rocky Mountain wicked
with the gore thrown in az a chrome.
We didn't SILVER.
grin Kit Carson used to put on as ne
counted up his dead Injuns and whist
led for the buzzards to begin work.
We didn't unwind or lose any but
tons.
Then he sent his deep-pase roar
down to his feet and brought it up
again to tell us that our ear was his.
there. We. rose up and knocked Smoky
off his pins at one punch, and then
We walked on him and sat down on
him and hammered him from head to
whined like a coyote. We have his
two revolvers and bowie-knife on our
table as We write. We are waiting
for him to prove property and take
them away.
Perhaps it would be appropriate to
observe In this connection mat there
will be. little bee or gathering or
Pawnee Square Saturday evening.
Most of our prominent citizens will
be there; Several Of them will be sup
ous epss w to S ss tae
various disagreeable individuals in
this town and ask them how long
they intend to remain. II longer than
them to the bee and they will be ar
gued with. The Bengal Buffer is on
the list to receive callers"
A stranger from Utah named Nc
Roberts was told by some Of the boys
the other day that We were putting on
a heap Of style, over being elected
loaded up his gun and called at the
office to take us down n peg or two
Mr.. McRoberts now lies in the town
cludes cuts. bumps. sprains. bruises.
swellings and broken kneecap. We
carry no chip on our shoulder. but
our. wheels are always creased Tor
business.
that Maj. Cahoon was laying his
wires to get US removed from the
and secure our place.
We were writing an article on the an
Of Mexico at the time, but
we laid down our pen and began look
ing for the major. After an hours
search We found him and the first
gun. He was five seconds slow. how
ever. and as we backed him up against
the wall, he took water in the most
graceful manner. He not only denied
that he was scheming against us. but
declared that he would camp on the
trail of any one who had the audacity
to oppose us. The major Is a slick. |
sleek liar. but we lay nothing up
against him. We are as solid in the |
postoffice as any mountain on its base. |
and we can't be rooted out by any
thing less than a revolution.
We take pleasure in recommending |
Mr.. David Jones to the favora BILE con-
Sideration of the public of this section |
Of Arizona. and likewise express the
hope that he may meet with nothing I
out good luck. Mr.. Jones is highway /
Sunday as we were riding out to Big l
Rancho, and had robbed US Of every
hing when he learned that we some
lines INDUCED in the game Of poker. |
He kindly lent us a dollar of our own |
money as a stake. and half an hour |
alter we had won everything back and |
one Of his guns to loot. He accepted |
he result without a kick and parted |
rom US in the most friendly manner. |
We can assure all who fall into his
hands of gentlemanly treatment