Deadwood Dick's Doom; or, Calamity Jane's Last Adventure
SEVERAL days passed, thereafter, without any incident worthy of
Mrs. Morris remained at the Poker House, in Death Notch,
anxiously awaiting, from the Unknown, tidings of her lost daughter.
Calamity kept her company most of the time, and did much to cheer and
Not a glimpse had been caught of Carrol Carner since his
departure at the order of the girl sport, and it was hoped that he had
cleared out for good.
On the fourth morning after the night of Old Scavenger's death,
the town of Death Notch was "billed like a sarcus," as one miner
remarked. Posters, hand-printed, were stuck up in every conspicuous
place; and, what was more, they were the proclamations of two separate
parties, each having a different subject to unfold to the gaping
assemblage that swarmed forth to read them.
First and most important to the average citizen, was a poster
concerning themselves, which read thus:
"To the pale-face dogs who drove Red Hatchet and his tribe from
the town of Sequoy which the Government had given him warning is given
that unless they fly at one their own pale-face country, their scalps
shall hang upon the lodge-pole of
"DANCING PLUME, Chief of the Apaches."
The meaning was plain enough, but the rough men of Death Notch
did not take any 'stock' in it.
More then one threat had been thus hurled at them by Red Hatchet,
but had not, been executed; what reason had they to believe that this
one would be?
The other poster was framed in language more familiar, and ran:
"To every man, female an' cherub wi'in ther classic precincts of
"On ther morrow, at sunrise, I, William Henry Shakespeare, shall
expose at public auction, from on top of Picter Rock, nigh yer town,
ther following property ter with --
"One Purty Piece o' Humanity, o' ther femernine gentler, aged
about twenty; good sound teeth; travels purty good jog; sired by a
California chap; warrented gentle and good lukin'. Found astray in ther
mountings, an' will be sold ter ther highest bidder
ter defray expenses of keepin' an' transpertation Dog-goned gud barg'in.
"Purty as a new wax figger;
Jes' like a angel-but leetle bigger;
Sweet as blazes-bet yer life --
Chance fer pilgrims ter git a wife.
"A big attendance is desire.
"WILLIAM H. SHAKESPEARE Auctioneer."
This created more of a sensation than Dancing Plume's
Calamity read it, and at once communicated the news to Mrs.
"Et's your boss chance to git back yer gal!" she said. "The one
who bids the most gets her!"
"But, I can do nothing. I have but a hundred dollars with me, and
it is more than probable that some ruffian would bid above that sum, to
get my poor child in his power," Mrs. Morris answered, in deep distress.
"Oh! dear, what can I do?"
"Well, we'll see," Calamity said, meditatively. "There's allus
more than one way out of the woods, and we'll work it, somehow. I don't
happen to be over-flush with 'bits' myself, or I might add a little to
your pile. I'll go out and skirmish, and see what I can find, for we
must be prepared to bid smart, to-morrow."
She went down-stairs, and for a wonder found Poker Jack the only
inmate of the bar-room.
He was seated tipped back in an easy-chair, engaged in reading,
but looked up with a nod.
Pleasant morning, Calamity!" he saluted. "Quite a sensation
stirred up again, eh? to break the monotony?"
"So it seems, Jack. I allow I did you a squar' deal, when you
were in trouble once, up in Deadwood, didn't I?"
"You bet ye did, Calamity, and I have always remembered it,
because I'd been subject to a funeral expense, but for you."
"Well, I was handy to help you and considered you deserved it.
And, now, if I was to ask a favor of you, what would you say?"
"I'd grant it, in a minute, old friend. You have but to name it."
"Well, I'll tell you what I want; I want money to bid of Mrs. Morris's
Then she went on and explained the circumstances already known to the reader.
Jack listened a few moments, and then scratched his curly head.
"Well, I allow I can do a little toward remedying the
difficulty," he announced. "Let the girl go fer what she will, I'll get
her. Mrs. Morris can bid as high as her pile goes, and I'll take care of
all above it."