a a 
dering what to do or say to the 
| Greaser, I saw the bartender 
e his way through and talk to 
exican in Spanish, and as I af- 
a ards learned, he was telling him 
a not said a word about. the 
deans, but was relating a story. 
he rangers were up in a minute 
| had thein hands on their guns, 
* then al ft worried about was 
y bullets. 
e Mexican wouldn’t listen, and 
er a minute the bartender catipht 
| by the elbows, raised him off his 
, jammed him through the 
wd and shoved him out of the 
ri at the steps. 
‘hus ded something I started. 
xicans no doubt AHoneht the 
‘tende or, had. no more love for me 
1 be Englishman, and filled with 
ve nd the revolution spirit, they 
ug yht a stranger and a_ white 
* were shining outlets. 
. ight add that 1 took such a 
aby rangers that.I insisted 
mha he bed of one of-them 
at. ee Afraid? Nix for 
T simply wanted company, for 
ietimes I do not sleep well. 
“as sked the ranger why the fel- 
‘should have helped me out of 
an x, and had tried to get the 
shman into one and he replied: 
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FULL PARTIGULARS 
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‘“Well, you sort o’mix it and don’t 
let on it’s your first visit to Buffalo 
Bill’s wild west. You accumulate 
the style, and when you do as we do, 
the boys won’t see no Greaser walk 
on you’’. 
T left -a newspaper desk for a 
change of environment, for a tempor- 
ary relhef from the monotony of ev- 
eryday trifies and worries, and as I 
laid awake that night, thinking of 
the day’s incidents; the wild, rough 
lite of these men, and the little af- 
fair that I could so easily have tak- 
n active part in for a minute, and a 
silent part in for a long time to 
come, | figured that | was not get- 
ting short changed on this trip— 
that | was getting my ticket and all 
that was advertised. 
And the next morning | went in- 
to the barroom. It was deserted by 
all the rabble of the night before, ex- 
cept the bartender and he was 
steadying his shakes and searching 
for an appetite for breakfast by 
hoisting in whiskey, whiskey col- 
ored green with absenthe. The room 
was an inch deep with mud. Bar- 
rels of whiskey were rolled about 
the room where the men had used 
them for seats; the air was heavy 
with foul odors, and it all looked 
hike an empty hall after a state con- 
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yention. 
And I thought of those of whom 
this rough going was everyday life; 
of the men who lived their lives in 
this community of hardships, excite- 
ment and dangers; then I thought of 
little ol’ New York state and these 
. lines by Kennett Harris: 
‘‘T want to go, want to go, want to 
go east again, 
Back where the man’s not so close 
to the beast again, 
Where, life is: stirring and working 
like yeast again— 
Say, but I’m sick for it, sick for it 
all. 
Sick to get back where they turn on 
steam heat again, 
Back where the buzz wagons chug 
on the street again, 
Back where a man can get some- 
thing to eat again, 
Back where the prices and buildings 
are tall’’. 
Tlave you something to exchange 
or sell? Maybe you desire to buy a 
house or perhaps a slightly used au- 
tomobile? Insert an advertisement 
in the classified column of the 
Breeze and make your wants known 
to Breeze readers. 
Aimy, Bigelow& Washburn 
SALEM, MASS. | 
ESTABLISHED 1858 
OUR FIRST ANNUAL 
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