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how at some appropriate epock, I relates about the comin' of Colonel William

his celebrated journal, I eagerly assured him that his promise in said behalf was fresh and fragrant in my memory, and that I trusted he would find present

; an', son, for a while, them imprints has a lurid life! The Red Dog paper don't last long though; it lacks them elements of longevi

charges it onto the editor; but it's my beliefs, an' I'm j'ined tharin by Boggs an' Texas Thompson, that no editor could flourish an' no paper survive in surroundin's so plum

nto the Red Light, where we-all is discussin'

art a paper in Wolfville. It shall be, he says, a progressif an' enlightened journal, devoted to the moral, mental an' material upheaval of this yere commoonity, an' he aims to learn our views. Do I hear any remarks on this litteratoor's prop's

s too feeble yet for a paper. Startin' a paper in a small camp this a-way is like givin' a

udden a white man, mental, as I ever sees; "my notion is to brin

im once if we lose. I'm assisted to this concloosion by hearin', the last time I'm in Tucson, that Red Dog, which

put it onto us that a-way we might jest as well dissolve

, with a smooth, high for'ead, grey eyes, an' a long, honest face like a hoss. The Colonel has a far-off look in his eyes, like he's dreamin' of things sublime, which Doc

auded by us all. I'll read you a few of them earliest items; which I'm able to give these yere notice

belle, condescended to grace the post of lookout last night for

reads it. "I thinks it's jest lovely. The

he great lexicographer, and the Lycurgus of

enture the latter under conditions absolutely equitable wit

his targets for pistol practice to the exterior of our building, we w

choir (see ad, in another column) had changed whiskeys on us, and was dispensing what seemed to our throat a tincture of the common

, and Mr. Daniel Boggs, a leading citizen of Wolfville, who met him, mistaking the wrench for a pistol which

outrival even that celebrated chef, now dead, M. Soyer. Her pies are poems, her bread an epic, and her beans a dream, Mrs. Rucker has c

ing leadership of President Enright, never fails in the administration of justice. Doctor Peets will be glad to exhibit this memento mori to all who care to call. Doctor Peets, who is eminent as a phrenologist, avers that said skull is remarkable for its thickness, and that its conformation points to the possession by Bear Creek, while he wore it, of the most powerful natural inclinations to crime. From these discoveries of Doctor Peets, the committee which suspended this felon to t

a would have envied her as, radiant and happy, she led the grand march leaning on the arm of Mr. Cherokee Hall. By request of Mr. Daniel Boggs, the 'Lariat Polka' was added to the programme of dances, as was also the 'Pocatello Reel' at the instance of Mr. Texas Thompson. As the ball progressed, and at the particular desire of those present, Mr. Boggs and Mr. Thompson entertained the company with that difficult and intricate dance k

lumb convinced that a newspaper, that a-way, is the bulwark of civilizations an' corne

h, an' any gent disposed can go an' make a swell bet on it with every c

The Red Dog sheet ain't a marker to Colonel Sterett's Coyote, an' it's the yooniversal idee in Wolfville, after ca'm

le, an' the frightful names they applies to each other in their respectif journals, an' the

at Red Dog-it's a plumb low j'int; I never knows it to have any grub better than beans, salt pig an' airtights,-which is called the Abe Lincoln House, an' is kept b

at, an' diskyardin' of the tin-can which he's chewin', he begins debauchin' of himse'f with this yere edition of the Stingin' Lizard. It's mighty soon when the editor discovers it an' lays for the goat permiscus; he goes to chunkin' of him up a whole lot. The

ests our streets, does not kill the beast, we will. To-day, while engaged in working off our mammoth edition out ba

ter counsel smooths it over, an' at last this Bland forgives the editor, an' all is forgot. The goat, howev

loose at each other in their papers is a terror. I allers reckons Colonel Sterett gets a heap the best of this

to be trumps,' an' so he saddles up a whole lot an' rides over to Red Dog, personal. Colonel Sterett don't impart them plans of his to no one; he simply descends on his fo

thar's their editor a- soarin' out of his second-story window. Of course, in a second or so, he hits the ground, an' them Red Dog folks goes over to get the rights of this yere

poisoned frame, and polluted our fence with it, but he did not. True to his low, currish nature, he crept upon us unawares. Our back was toward him as he entered, perceiving which the cowardly poltroon seized us and threw us through our own window. Having accomplished

lious, not to say hectic, a whole lot,' says Dan Boggs, as

s sort of racket goes on for years in the East, but Wolfville can't stand it. Sech talk as this means blood in Ari

if he don't challenge the Red Dog editor an' beef him. Colonel Sterett allows he's crazy to do it, an' that the Wolfville public can gamble he'll go the distance. So Cherokee an

f good faith,' says C

ing off on the very s

he hurls your editor

same to be a mig

s the Red Dog sports. 'You gets a squar' deal

ne,' says Cherokee an' Jack;

, an' a brace of Red Dog people shows down for the Stingin' Lizard man. To prevent accidents, Enright an' the Red Dog chief makes every g

presence of so many folks seems like it makes him onusual hostile. Without waitin' to catch his breath even, he lays for the Red Dog editor, who, seein' him comin'

t but them two journalists an' that goat. I'll say right yere, son, Colonel Sterett an' his fellow editor an' the goat wages the awfullest battle

olks borries a wagon an' takes away their man, who's suffered a heap; an' Peets, he stays over thar an' fusses 'round all night savin' of him. Th

e won't stay, an' Bland, still adherin' to his goat, allows he won't feed

we refer to that feed-trough called the Abe Lincoln House-we will correct ourselves in its columns. This person harbours a vile goat, for whose death we will pay 5, and give besides a life-long subscription to our new paper. Last week this mad animal m

r, an' from which Colonel Sterett emerges onscathed, an' leavin' Peets with his new patient, we

pects, an' he returns with honors from them perils. Ther's no more to be done. The affair closes without a stain on the 'scutcheon of Wolfville, or the fair fame of Colonel St

voylent concloosions. This Red Dog editor's done put himself outside the pale of any high-sperited gent's consideration by them actions, an' can claim no further notice. Gents, in the name of Wolfville, I tenders congrat'lations to Col