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If "John" or "Susan" belonged to a white man by the name of "Hatcher," sometimes he was called "John Hatcher," or as often "Hatcher's John."
Then Hatcher, still holding on the hair of his stubborn victim, commenced to make an incision in the head of Old Wolf, for the determined man was bound to carry out his threat; but he began very slowly. As the chief felt the blood trickle down his forehead, he weakened. He ordered his next in command to send the young men over the hill and out of sight.
There is a charm in the environment of such a spot that will photograph its picture on the memory as the gem of all the varied experiences of a checkered life. One of the best raconteurs was Old Hatcher, as he was known throughout the mountains. He was a famous trapper of the late '40's. Hatcher was thoroughly Western in all his gestures, moods, and dialect.
Partly from the reckless mood I was in partly that a secret purpose urged me on a purpose which developed itself more strongly afterwards and partly that I had been bantered, and, as it were, "cornered" into the thing, I consented to play Chorley and I versus Hatcher and the pork-merchant. We took our seats partners vis-a-vis the cards were shuffled, cut, dealt, and the game began.
I have brought up ten broods myself as likely and respectable chickens as ever were a blessing to society and I think I ought to know a good hatcher and brooder when I see her; and I know THAT fine piece of trumpery, with her white feathers tipped with gray, never will come down to family life. SHE scratch for chickens!
In this emergency Hatcher came to the rescue. I was just back from London and was doing noticeable work on the Nashville Banner. "Here is your man," said Hatcher to Mr. Prentice and Mr. Henderson, the owners of the Journal; and I was invited to come to Louisville.
"'Waugh! says I, 'if I ain't pretty close to his lodge, I'm a nigger! "The old gentleman speaks up, 'Take care of yourself, Mr. Hatcher, in a mighty soft kind voice, and he smiled so calm and devilish it nigh froze me. I thought if the ground would open with an earthquake, and take me in, I'd be much obliged anyhow.
As it was, we continued to lose, until I felt satisfied that nearly half of my money was in the pockets of Hatcher and the pork-dealer. No doubt the whole of it would soon have found its way into the same receptacles, had not our game been suddenly, and somewhat mysteriously, interrupted.
The difficulty was bridged in short order by telegrams requesting the distant players to apply the next day at his office in New York where tickets to Crowndale would be given them. He telegraphed his office to buy the tickets and hold them for Miss Milkens, Mr. Hatcher and Mr. Fling. "That completes one of the finest companies, Mr. Barnes, that ever took the road," said Mr.
When I come to, I was on the Purgatoire, just where I found the liquor, and some trappers was slapping their 'whats' in my face to bring me to. All around where I was laying, the grass was pulled up, and the ground dug with my knife, and the bottle, cached when I traded with the Utes, was smashed to flinders against a tree. "'Why, what on earth, Hatcher, have you been doing here?
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