Democratic Sentinel, Volume 14, Number 47, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 12 December 1890 — A Policeman’s Fist Cowed Him. [ARTICLE]

A Policeman’s Fist Cowed Him.

The Buffalo policeman of whom this story is told is a big handsome fellow, with the brawn of a Hercules, and more grit than can be found in a plate of restaurant baked beans. A couple of nights ago he had arrested a desperate character, who was wanted for a serious crime. Having handcuffed him he w r as taking him to the station. They had reached one of the most lawless parts of the city when the prisoner said: “D n you. It’s good thing for you that you’ve got these ‘comealoDgs’ on me, or you’d never get me to the station—you or no other man.”

“I wouldn’t?” replied the officer. “It only takes a minute to take them off.” With that he pulled out the key, took off the bracelets, and put them in his pocket. “Will you come now?” said the officer, doubling up a fist like a Westphalia ham and advancing a step or so forward.

“Oh, if you are going to fight, I’ll come,” said the thoroughly cowed “crook.” The officer looked at him a moment with disgust, and then taking him by the collar led the meekest man in the States to the station like a delinquent schoolboy.