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Updated: May 22, 2025
Here once when the Micks got to throwing stones through the Methodis' Sunday school windows, Buck Fanshaw, all of his own notion, shut up his saloon and took a couple of six-shooters and mounted guard over the Sunday school. Says he, 'No Irish need apply! And they didn't. He was the bulliest man in the mountains, pard!
All these overgrown, naughty fellows one sees everywhere like street boys on the corners or on the curbstones of society, calling society names and taking liberties with it, tripping people up; hoodlums with dollars, all these micks of money!
Nance Molloy, at the beginning of the present controversy, had been actively engaged in civil warfare in which the feminine element of the alley was pursuing a defensive policy against the marauding masculine. But at the first indication of an outside enemy, the herd instinct manifested itself, and she allied herself with prompt and passionate loyalty to the cause of the Calvary Micks.
A native with a big white umbrella was constantly at his side and King Pootoo was in personal command of the workmen as "sub-boss." Ridgeway jocosely characterized his hundred workmen as "Micks," and they had become expert wielders of the wooden pick, shovel and crowbar.
"I beg your pardon," he said coldly, "I do not see any one here. I will be " The doctor held up his hand quickly. "That's all right, Steward. I'm sorry to intrude, but I've something I must say to you in private. I'll not detain you long." If he had hesitated for a moment, Claude believed the Steward would have thrown him out, but he went on rapidly. "This is Lieutenant Wheeler, Mr. Micks.
"I am an Episcopalian 'of the straightest sect of the Pharisees. I should be teaching your little micks all about the meaning of candles, and 'Eastings, and the absolution and remission of sins." "I wouldn't care if you did," he answered. "It's the indirect influence I'm thinking of the indirect influence that a beautiful, pure-hearted, noble-minded woman spreads around her wherever she goes.
They were talking about Skeeter Newson, the notorious pickpocket, who two days before had broken jail and had not yet been found. Skeeter's exploits were a favorite topic of the Calvary Micks, and Dan, despite the low state of his mind, pricked his ears to listen. "They traced him as far as Chicago," said one of the men, "but there he give 'em the slip."
I made many Sunday trips after that, and on no one of them was I caught. Even on workdays over her sewing she would forget. And so I went "to destruction." At first I stayed but a little while and never left the cobblestone space, only peering up into the steep little streets that led to the fearsome homes of the "Micks." But then I made the acquaintance of Sam.
"No place for a girl," he grumbled, looking down at her with a masked expression of absent-mindedness, while his elbow powerfully crushed on the ribs of a big Irishman who gave room. "Things'll break loose when they start pullin'. They's been too much drink, an' you know what the Micks are for a rough house." Saxon was very much out of place among these large-bodied men and women.
I had some difficulty in fitting Hurtle with a uniform, and when I did get him dressed he resembled a two-legged giraffe decked out in white shirt, gray trousers and maroon stockings. Spears, my veteran first baseman and captain of the team, was the first to see us. "Sufferin' umpires!" yelled Spears. "Here, you Micks! Look at this Con's got with him!"
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