town for the
surgeons. A little battle had been fought across the street of a little town down the creek, and half a dozen men were in need of help.
Women in the case again, and Hirst had led the fight.
His antagonists were men who claimed to be on the side of law and order. They were led by a man named Hank Rice, one of the County Commissioners, who afterwards testified that he fired at least fifty shots that day in his attempt to keep the peace.
Only able to use one arm, Hirst had, with his fol lowers, converted the little town into a sort of minia ture Paris, with barricades, fire-brands, and all the modern improvements. At last, when attempting to cross the street and drive his enemy from shelter, he received the contents of a double-barrelled shot-gun full in the breast and fell. This ended the fight.
Hirst still refused to die. He was therefore arrested on five different and very grave charges, and lodged in prison.
After he was able to be about an examination was had. I was his advocate. Bail was allowed after some delay, but it was fixed so high as to be almost beyond our reach. We tried "straw" bail, but the prosecuting attorney was too rigorous, and it was only by getting that officer out into the country to attend a case we had arranged for the occasion that we got our bail accepted.
Hirst left the country that night, his brave, faith ful little wife soon followed, and I never
