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Show A Noiile Red Mak's Plea. Ghazi Carpenter, a warrior of the Cheyenne tribe of Indians, after absorbing ab-sorbing a large quantity o! fire-water in Houston street last Saturday night, aopeared a prisoner in the Washington Washing-ton place police court Sunday morning. morn-ing. He looked coppurolored enough and high cheoked-boned enough to be called at least Sumendcpotowatonio, which everybody knows means the Gray-bearded Cow of Houston Street, but when asked his name he merely said "Ghazi Carpenter." "Uhazil" said a disappointed auditor. audi-tor. "Ghazi, why that's too thin." "Mr. Carpenter." said His Honor, "you wora arrested for being intoxicated. intoxi-cated. What have you to say?" "Ma Ghazi Carpenter, groat warrior of tho Cbeyennes. When paro-lace come to my country they drink firewater fire-water heap, get keap drunk. But Injun no lock him up. Injun give bim more fire-water, then he sleep. Ugh!" ugnr "But," said the court, "you ought I not to get drunk when you come to tho city. I'm afraid I'll have to fine you." "Palo-faco say, 'Come, drink.' Mo go, mo drink, mo get drunk. Ugh ! Mo honest man, but you a judce." "I'm almost inclined to think I ousht to fine you." "Tale-face como and stole my country. 1'ale-faco drove my people into tho setting sun. Pale face " "Stop," said bis honor, "don't go any further, you will iujuro your case. 1 You are discharged. Follow the setting sun. Go west, young man." "Ugh!" said Ghazi as be started toward the Kocky mountains. |