ONE MORE UNFORTUNATE--The other week a tenderfoot who said he had been a reporter on the Pittsburg Chronicle came along and struck us for a job and we set him to work Monday on the agricultural department of the paper. We warned him against the strange climate of this strange country and that he must not attempt to handle anything until he first asked the name of it. After two or three hours he got the swellhead and went out to chin with the boys and that afternoon we buried him. He had heard tell of jackass rabbits, but had never seen one, and somebody made him believe that Col. Moore’s mule, which was tied near the Post Office was one of the gentle creatures of the plains. He was looking to see if the rabbits feet were webbed when the calamity came. Mortum bum, which is latin for he didn’t know it was loaded, and that we have his latch-key, five cents in money and a summer necktie, which we will forward to his friends on request.--Arizona Kicker
The Weekly Thibodaux Sentinel and Journal [LA], March 28, 1891
