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THE COUNT AND THE COWBOYS.
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THE COUNT IS ESCORTED TO THE BAR.
back to the bar-room, and when we see that he ain't bent on no more kissin' sprees, we treats him right sociable, askin' him where he comes from an' all that.
The Count narrates that he comes from "that dear France," and when we asks him what kind of a country that might be, he starts to tell about these here duels which seems to be the chief amusement of the folks over there.
"In my country," says the Count, "you receive the insult, you slap the face, you are challenge. In the morning, you fight the duel. With the sword you fight it. You kill the man what insult you, honor is satisfy ! Ah-h-h !"
"Over here," said Stump, some disgusted, "one gent insults another, they both pulls guns, and we endeavors to give them what needs it a Christian funeral."
The Count looks some pained at our hasty way of doin' things, and goes on to show the right way of usin' them swords what is so popular with the Frenchers. We don't miss Stump, no one seein' him slip out of the room, but
when the Count has finished showin' the right way of settlin' affairs with the sword, in comes Stump !
The little devil has got the Count's long coat, which is fur-lined, also his hat and the window which the Count wears in his eye. Stump comes across the room, grabs one of the boys, and kisses him, just like the Count done, then starts around the room, us a-laughin' like we was goin' to choke, and the Count kinder chokin' too, but we see he wasn't laughin' none.
Stump comes up to the Count, makes a bow and looks at him impudent, and then the Count gets his breath.
"Vile herder of cows!" yells the Count, makin' a grab for Stump. "Wretched keeper of cattle, for this I shall kill you," he shrieks, real mad like, and makin' wild motions with his hands. Stump, hearin' that he's to be killed, reaches for his gun, but I stops him, seein' that the Count ain't packin' no gun, and not wantin' Stump to murder him.
We calms the Count down a bit, and then he 'lows that Stump must meet