This story was reprinted from the Chicago Herald in June 1884
and run in the FLUME. It seems a Park County cowboy
gave the city fellows a first hand view of those wild western
brawls. In true
spirit of fun and good rough house play this fellow certainly
gave Chicago a more confirmed than ever image of those crazy
cowboys.
“A COWBOY IN
CHICAGO
A cowboy
from the North Fork of the River Platte got as far as the
Union Stock Yards the other day on a visit to
Chicago. As
things seemed rather home-like in that quarter he tarried
there for several hours, imbibing freely and talking with
unrestrained hilarity. Some of the natives
gathered around and took part in the conversation, and
after awhile, when the fighting began, he declared, as he
occasionally stopped to get breath, that he hadn’t had so
much fun since he left home.
‘O, that’s elegant.’ He would say, as some
pork packer would bowl him one against the side of the
head. ‘That was
a beauty. What
do you think of that? I’m glad to make the
acquaintance of you boys. You do me
good. Pile
on me, why don’t you? Take that, you
long-legged tenderfoot. Come at me. Whoop! But that was a
good one.
Who was the gentleman that hit me under the
ear? No
shooting irons, now. Just plain fun. There,
I’ve laid two of you out, I guess. Come on, some more of
you. You
ain’t getting winded, are you? Hit me once,
hard. There,
that feels good. How do you like that
one, you mud masher? I’ve a good notion to
hit you hard once. This reminds me of a
time I had last winter on the Niobrara, when the boys
–‘
Just then a policeman, who had been
advised of the riot, crept in at the back door, and, coming
up behind the cowboy softly, he dealt him a blow on the
skull that sounded like a rifle shot. The gentleman from the
North fork dropped like a log, and, after lying insensible
for a moment, got up, looked around wildly, felt of his head
and observed:
‘That’s the first time I was ever tomahawed. Blessed if I knew you had
Injuns down here. How many was
killed? Where’s
the troops?”
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