Roosevelt's
strong hold is his duplicity and schemes. He has signed the bill
licensing the curse on the poor Alaskan. This wholesale murder with the
awful lie that it is to build schools and roads. Oh, this gigantic murder
Nero was not worse.
I went to Medicine Lodge Feb. 15th, to see my friends, and lecture.
No one knew I was coming, got there between twelve and one at night,
train late. I got in the buss saw no one, was the only passenger, the
chimneys were off the lamps from the jolting and there was danger. I
tried to fix them. The driver had not made his appearance up to this
time. A man rushed in at the door, cursing, took my head in his two
hands, threw me out of the door, using profane and indecent language.
He was reeking with the smell of liquor. I was surprised and terrified,
not knowing any reason for this. The conductor, Mr. Knight, took me
in his carriage up to Mrs. Martin's. My friends said the outrage
was such that I ought to make complaint, which was done. Sam
Griffith, that was my old enemy, was still prosecuting attorney. He refused
to prosecute Bill Hall, the buss driver, one of the most disreputable
infidel vulgar character in the town, if not the worst, a tool of Jim Gano
the one who was republican sheriff when I was smashing in the county,
and the manager of the buss line. Bill Hall's lawyer was Poly Tincher,
the son-in-law of Southworth, the drug-store jointist here, who at this
time had an injunction served against him for selling liquor.
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