The Kevin review. [volume] (Kevin, Mont.) 1922-1929, 1924-08-28

Many stories are tOld OF HOlla-
day that are worth recording. AT
ter selling his goods in Salt Lake
as already mentioned, he started
out that fall, with three mules, and
one companion, a negro, to find
another road to Fl. Bridger. He,
negro, mules and all, we're lost III
the mountains, and except the
mules nearly starved, Finally
they found an old buffalo which
they killed and ate despite its
toughness, and Holiday pro-
nounced it the best meat he ever
tasted, served as it was, with sauce
of hunger.
Once, wishing to impress the
Postoffice department that the time
schedule could be reduced for car
rying the mail, he made the journey
from Salt Lake to Atchison-about
1900 miles-in eight days and six
hours, which was. unprecedented
speed for those days.
But the best story is that given
by Holiday himself to- a New
York reporter, of his being held
up in one of his own coaches. He
said:
Zone night | was bouncing over
the plains in one of my overland
coaches. Mrs. Holiday and my
self we're the only passengers.
Several stages had been robbed
within two months, and the driver
was ripping along as though a gang
of prairie wolves were after him.
Suddenly the horses were thrown
on their launches and the stage
stopped. I was heaved forward,
but quickly recovered, and found
myself gazing at the muzzle of a
double-barreled shot gun.
Throw up your hands and
don't stir 7" shouted the owner,
a gruff voice.
up went my hands, and | be-
gan to commune with myself. The
fellow then cody asked for my
money. | saw hat he did not
know who | was, and | was afraid
my sick wife would awake and
call my name. My coat was but
toned over my bosom, but scarcely
high enough to hide a magnificent
emerald that cost me over $4,000 q
few weeks ago before in San Fran
cisco. [ scarcely breathed through
fear the light might strike the
stone, and its sparkling brilliancy
attract the attention of the rob-
Der. I had about $4,000 in a belt
and several hundred dollars in my
pockets.
Suddenly my friend shouted:
Come, shell out quick, or I'll send
the old 'un a free lunch I passed
out the few hundreds loose in my
and handed him my gold
watch and chain. They were heavy. ,
think the chain alone would
five pounds at least. I
"There, said r. there's every
cent I've got! Take it and let me t
20. My wife is very i'll, and | don't G
lnow what would happen to her, if
he knew what was going on
Keep your hands up was the
-eply, while a second robber re- !
my watch and money. g
"Then a search was made for the 3
Express company's box, but the
ouble-barreled shot gun did not e
move. It's muzzles were within a \
DOT of my nose. For my life | did i,
lot dare to stir. My nose began a
o itch. The stiff hairs of my mus 0
ache got up, n after the other .
nd tickled it, until the sensation
vas intolerable. I could stand it g
o longer. a
"'Stranger,' I said, 7 must :,
,ratch my nose! 1t itches SO that :
am almost crazyp n
Move your hands, he shouted,
nd I'll blow a hole through your
cad big enough for a ~jack-rabbit
, jump throughp
81 appealed once ore. Well he
1swered, keep your hands still
nd ~I'llscratch it for you"
did he scratch it?" asked one of
listeners.
"Sure,' said Mr.. Holiday.
How asked the breathless lis
ner.
with the muzzle of the cooked
H." said the great overlander.
lie rubbed the muzzle around my
ustache and raked it over the end
my nose, until I thanked him,
ID said it itched no longer.
1.-THE robbers soon after took
cir leave, with many apologies,