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to do violence, but he is likely to do impassivity and indifference to the point where they become worse than violence. There are certain of the more idle phases of civilisation to which America ha

re how Tin Can would accept this innovation, but he relied on the celerity with which he could get a six-shooter in action. One Sunday Ji

e carpenters went to work the next morning, and an order for the balls and pins was telegraphed to Denver.

ling alleys at his mother's knee nor even later in the mines. This portion of his mind

would shoot first at the hat, he came upon this long, low shanty where Tin Can was betting itself hoarse over a game betw

Of course, he saw that the supreme moment had come. They were not only shooting at the hat and at him, but the low-down cusses were using the most ext

a number of other fights, and that finally a delegation of prominent citizens were obliged to wait upon Cortright and ask him if he wouldn't take that thing away somewhere and bury it. Jim pointed out to them that it was his hat, and that he would regard

them, and had declared his purpose of forcing his top-hat on the pained attention of Tin Ca

him and borrowed the hat. He had been drinking heavily at the "Red Light," and was in a supremely reckless mood. With the terrible gear hanging jauntily over his eye and his two guns dr

aunted once too often. When Spike Foster's friends came to carry him away they foun

an, and subsequently his election to the distinguished office of Sher

eys from the citizens, save in the most aggravating cases. It is at present usually a matter of mere jibe and general contempt. The East, however, despite a great deal of kicking and gouging,

hemselves. Philosophy should always know that indifference is a militant thing. It batters down the walls of cities, and murders the women and children amid flames and the pur

of these young men. We dive down valleys so th

ell. In fact, I grovelled in my corner that I might not see the cruel stateliness of his passing. But in the meantime he had crossed the street, a

te, and now I added a young man in a top-hat who would tacitly admit that the beings around him were alive. He was not

f a class. It was the property of rogues, clerks, theatrical agents, damned seducers, poor men, nobles, and others. In fact, it was the universal rigging. It was