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One curious shooting scrape that took place in Medora was worthy of 

 being chronicled by Bret Harte. It occurred in the summer of 1884, I 

 believe, but it may have been the year following. I did not see the 

 actual occurrence, but I saw both men immediately afterwards ; and I 



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heard the shooting, which took place in a saloon on the bank, while I was 

 swimming my horse across the river, holding my rifle up so as not to wet 

 it. I will not give their full names, as I am not certain what has become of 

 them ; though I was told that one had since been either put in jail or hung, 

 I forget which. One of them was a saloon-keeper, familiarly called Welshy. 

 The other man, Hay, had been bickering with him for some time. One day 

 Hay, who had been defeated in a wrestling match by one of my own boys, 

 and was out of temper, entered the other's saloon, and became very 

 abusive. The quarrel grew more and more violent, and suddenly Welshy 

 whipped out his revolver and blazed away at Hay. The latter staggered 

 slightly, shook himself, stretched out his hand, and gave back to his would- 



