Denton and Haughton Examiner, etc. — 1887-11-19 (Denton, Greater Manchester, England)

TRAGIC INCIDENT AT DEADWOOD, DAROTA.—it is at Deadwood that a premature end overtook one of I the most popular and highly-esteemed personages of the frontier. This gallant fellow was actually named J. B. Hicock, but better known as Wild Bill.' A hunter of Indians by profession, he undertook by con. tract the destruction of the Sioux—so much for the , scalp of a man, so much for a woman's, and so much fora child's. At other times, aided Iy a few comrades, he fell on some kindly Indian village, and availing himself of the moment when the men were absent, took their horses, sold them, and put the money in ha pocket. Like every other profession, this one also bad its dead season. At these times Wild Bill came to Deadwood, and related his deeds of arms in every bar to his sympathetic audience. One day he entered into an inn recently opened by a Californian named Jack Mac Call. The landlord was standing behind the bar, against which Wild Big tottered already half drunk. 'A glass o' whisky.' he demands. 'Show me your money first,' replies the other. Money, I've none —stay, here is a squaw's scalp well worth ten dollars.' And he draws from his pocket a handful of black hair hanging to a skin, still horribly stained with blood. and throws the scalp on the counter. " Cis money I want,' replies Mac Call, coldly. Everybody was looking at him, for they felt that some exciting incident would occur. Wild Bill, however, seemed to be in a good ' humour. He burst out with a good loud laugh. 'Tree. my little Tenderfoot ! Won't you give a glass of whisky to poor Wild Bill?' No.' He leaned toward. caught Mac Call by the hair, and putting the point of his revolver to his opponent's nose 'Then,' said be, we must use force.' Mac Call looked at bim &moment, then took a glass and pushed it before Wild Bill. The latter seeing him yield, let go his head, but, keeping the revolver in his hand, he made a gesture of triumph towards the spectators Then he laughed loudly in his exultation. Mac Call had stooped to take the bottle of whisky from under the counter, and thus disappeared a moment from the scene. Suddenly three shots were heard, then a scream; Wild Bill gave a reel, and then fell li fetes& Mac Call had taken a revolver from under the counter, and between the crevices of the planks had sent three balls through his body. Wild 'till was feared, but not well liked. A jury was formed there and then; two amateur lawyers were found at the same time among the customers, and the sides were arranged without contention. One appeared t, presecute and the other defended Mac Call, who meanwhile continued behind his bar quietly smoking his cigar. The jury and counsel quickly despatched the cause between them. Half-an-hour after the murder the president of the jury reappeared from the back parlour, where he had retired with his oolleagues to arrive at a verdict, and declared Mac Call ail white as snow; after the the culprit at the bar was respectfully invited to treat the whole company, including the court, the jury, and the bar, which he readily did most graciously, and the quantity of gum ticklers, eye openers, corpse revivers, and other delicate beverages so highly appreciated by the Yankees, that were absorbed hat day nearly cleared out the stock In trade of WA generous barkeeper...—. Cowboys and Colonels, e by W. Corm  A