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Idaho's rage, great as it was, was quite swallowed up in his amazed
disgust at the state of society that would permit such an outrage upon
personal liberty. He was quite unable to play any more that evening, and
it took several drinks all round to restore him to articulate speech.
The rest of the night was spent in retailing for his instruction stories
of the ways of Stonewall Jackson.
Idaho bought a new 'gun,' but he wore it 'in his clothes,' and used it
chiefly in the pastime of shooting out the lights or in picking off
the heels from the boys' boots while a stag dance was in progress in
Slavin's. But in Stonewall's presence Idaho was a most correct citizen.
Stonewall he could understand and appreciate. He was six feet three,
and had an eye of unpleasant penetration. But this new feeling in the
community for respectability he could neither understand nor endure. The
League became the object of his indignant aversion, and the League
men of his contempt. He had many sympathisers, and frequent were the
assaults upon the newly-born sobriety of Billy Breen and others of the
League.
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