. Wit, humor and pathos . n went through the expresssafe and three men went through the passengers. ButO ! didnt they play hell, though. Want it a gloriousday! Did they rob anybody? did No, they*didnt zackly rob em, but they frightenedem almost to death and then laughed at em. Theydstick their blunderbusses in the car windows and shoutThrow up your hands! to the passengers, and theirhands would go up like pump handles. The Rev. Winfield Scott, a devilish good old min-ister from Denver, was takin a quiet game of pokerwith another passenger at the time. He had just gotfour queens and was raisin
. Wit, humor and pathos . n went through the expresssafe and three men went through the passengers. ButO ! didnt they play hell, though. Want it a gloriousday! Did they rob anybody? did No, they*didnt zackly rob em, but they frightenedem almost to death and then laughed at em. Theydstick their blunderbusses in the car windows and shoutThrow up your hands! to the passengers, and theirhands would go up like pump handles. The Rev. Winfield Scott, a devilish good old min-ister from Denver, was takin a quiet game of pokerwith another passenger at the time. He had just gotfour queens and was raisin the ante to fifteen dollarswhen one of the robbers pointed his pistol at him andsang out: Hold up yourhands! or Ill blow yourhead off! No, you wont, saysParson Scott, standingup in his seat— not bya danged sight! Ive been apreacher of the gospel goin ontwenty years, and Im ready to diein the harness, and I will die, andany man can shoot me and be danged before Ill throwup such a hand as that—two trays and four queens!. PARSON SCOTT. THE HACKMAN. General Grant has been sending a good manyPhiladelphia Quakers to the Indian Nations as a party of Quaker commissioners returned toPhiladelphia on a visit. The Broad Brims landed; carpet-bag in hand, atWest Philadelphia, when an Irish hack-driver, whochanced to have a broad-brim also, stepped up, andto ingratiate himself into their good graces, passedhimself off as a brother Quaker. Is thee going towards the Continental Hotel ?asked the hack-driver. Yea, our residences are near there, replied theQuakers. Will thee take my carriage? Yea—gladly. As they seated themselves, the hack-driver askedvery seriously— Where is thoiis baggage? 124 SEWERS AND SOWERS. The other day, Uncle Consider and Aunt Patiencecame down to N<- w York to trade. Uncle said hed goand buy some jewelry—a black emanuel buzzum-pinand some antic ear-rings—for the girls, and an onionseed-sower for the farm; while Aunt Patience wentlooking abo
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