Scaring An Englishman

There was a very green Ktiglishinan at Botte City, Mon., who was talking about purchasiug lund near by for a horse ranch, and as he strolled around the depot the half dozen drummers who happened to meet there put up a job on him. One of them borrowed a coat and nat of a ranchero, took the cartridges out of his revolrer, and rith the weapou held aloft in his hand he suddenly jumped into the waiting room and yeüed: "Whoop! I'm a cantankerous old lighter irom the headwatersof JTightingcreekl I'm half hoss and half alligator! I'm down on everything that walks on two legs, particularly EngliBhmen! Whar's the bloody, bloomin Biiton who called me a liar?" "What's the row about?" inquired the Englishman as he carne to a halt and faced about. "Whoop! I've fit in three wars and kept a graveyard of my own the rest of the time!" shouted the terror as he danced around. "Down on yer marrow bones and beg my pardon if you want to live two minutes longer!" "Not if I know it!" drawled the Briton, cool as ice, and he squared olï and landed a ihumper on the drummer's nose which piled him over among the stacks of pelts and dazeii tiini so that he couldn't speak for the next live minutes. We had to hold the "foreipuer" to keep hira frorn following up. t lie dnimmer had been spongcd olï and hrought to he sai down on a baggage t i-iii.'k and held bis nose and ruflected for ;t loug time. Then he slowly remarked: "When yon fellows get through beiug tickled, perhaps you can explain at just what stage oí the ame the belt run off.'1 -