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-MORN AND EVE. BY E. M. WAS5IBUPtNE. Crowned with roses; decked with lillies; White as wi'eaths of drifted snow Stands a maiden in the dawning Of her girlhood's tender glow. How the stlnbeams glint around her, Lighting up the glowing face P'urd as angels, bright as morning, Stamped with every girlish grace. oever sunlight fell more golden Than her rippling waves of hair; Eyes like Heaven's banded azure, Free from drifting clouds of care. IAps like rosebud cleft asunder, Arched with Cupid's tender bo w, Set to music, tuned to gladness, Like the brooklet's babbling flow. D)reams with woof of golden splendor, Tangled with Hope's rosy thread, Mark the path where sun-kissed blossoms Bloom beneath her dainty tread. In her heart there dwells but sunshine; Summer smiles o'er all the land; Brightly-tinted, softly-murm'ring, Break life-ripples on the strand. Sitting in the twilight's gloaming, Where the dusky shadows fall, Weaving fancies that are sombre As a darkly threaded pall, Droops a bowed and trembling figure. Clothed in robes of darksome hue, Crowned with only braids of silver, Faded eyes that once were blue. Round her fall the withered leaflets, Gone the sunlight from her brow; Fled the sunlight from her hearth-stone, In her heart reigns winter now. What to her the rocking lillies, Cradled on the river's breast! What the breath of crimson roses Gone is a 11 she loved the best. What to her are songs of gladness! What the cascade's silv'ry fall! What the sheen ot tinted cloudlets! There's a shadow over all. Sounds to her no babbling streamlet For the surges' sullen roll Breaks around the broken-hearted, Hushed the music of her soul. Thus the tide ebbs in and outward, Bearing dreams of life away; Thus our fallen Idols mock us, -As they crumble ard decay. Thus our airy, sun-gilt pillars, Looming up toward the blue, Change to phantom shapes of darkness, As our eyes are turned to view. Thus the wine from Honor's chalice, Bitter turneth as we sip; Sweetest dreams and fondest fancies, Dust and ashes on the lip. And is it thus, 0 God, forever? On my heart no answer falls! Sweet, but hushed, the solemn heavens Coldly pale the starlight falls, Written for the Rocky Mountain Husbandman. THE DYING YEAR. The wind wails a solemn dirge, and the Ice King has wound a shroud of snow with crystal fringes for the old year soon, alas I to die. Like all its predecessors-like all else connected with humanity-it waxed and now is waning to its end. Its work is almost done-its history neakly finished. The May nymphs brought us buds; June ctrne with a wre th of/ roses,' and Ceres crowned tihe summer with her golden gifts.; but the buds, the rose and the harvest alike are gone with the eternal past, and only memory can restore them. Other years tmay come, but this can come no more ; and perhaps 'tis well; fbr we have walked in the midst of tombs ; the earth has been baptized with tears, and over many a heart a darkness has hung, gloaming us the "valley and shadow of death." Why should we desire to weep again the tears and wail again the sorrows through which we have journeyed ? Surely none who have suffered would recall the past with all its weight of woe, and sit again under the' cypress and yew. Yet the tear will come from the sensitive heart not only because of a sympathy with Mother Nature in her sadness, but likewise because the thought- will intrude into our musings that the "dying Year" will not leave to us the heritage we might have won from his benificence. A thonsandl doors have opened to us along the way we have trod, and yet we failed to enter, though the Cave of Aladdin might have welcomed us; A thousand opportunitles have waited ol our will, but waited in vain, and these can come no more. We might have 'been wiser, happier, richer in every element of a perfect l manhood, but alas! like Jerusalem of old, we knew not our day. r We sit in the gloaming with our dying c friend-the vanishing year-and while we I recall the past, we see through the mist of tears much that we have lost and can never c regain. The moody night grows blacker t yet, and the wind shrieks a "never more," e while the spirit, in unison, repeats, " Of all the sad words of tongue or pen, The saddest are these-It might have been." t C. C. W. Written for the Rocky Mountain Husbandman. MOVING A REGIMENT, AND SOME OF THE 1 INCIDENTS OF THE TRIP. To-morrow we move aboard the boat; the wagons with the heavy freight not havlrg arrived, we must of course wait for them. October lst.-Farewell to the mountains of Montana ! We are on the steamer, all ready to pull out, but the wind is so strong that the boat cannot get away from the bank. There are barely state-rooms enough on the Josephine for the -officers and their fam ilies, so the order is that no laundress can have a "birth" on the boat. We leave Bartlett here to await the arri val of 150 recruits for the 3d Infantry. Turned over to him all my "A" tents for his recruits.' On October 2d we started down the river and stopped for the night at a Wood yard a little distance below the mouth of the Mus cleshell river. At the mouth of this stream stands one lone chimney. A fragment of that kind sets one thinking, and I find rmy self wondering where now are the hands that moulded the "dobles" for this lonely reminder of past hopes and bloody Sioux raids. What a pity that the route to the mouth of the Muscleshell was abandoned. It is certainly the best in the territory, and as soon as the wool-growers attain a little more strength, will be the route from central Montana. The hills rise much more gradu ally, and are not nearly so high,. as 'at Car roll, and' after passing through the had lands, (about twelve miles,) the route is a natural wagon road-well watered and tim bered, and plenty of grass. Alas for Carroll. The wirid whistles sor rowfully through its abandoned avenues. Its gold-mounted,. silver-initial, pearl-han died, log saloons are things of the remorse less past. How many hopes and houses lie buried in the mud of the river that flows silently toward the gulf. The town looks now like one of Nasby's pictures of the Confederate Cross-roads. A veritable Bas com was standing in the "door-way of the only saloon as we landed, and I half ex pected to see " Petroletim," step out and be gin an advocacy of "on-limited" paper money. As there were no conveniences on the Jo sephine for cooking for so many men they were allowed to go ashore here and cook coffee. All the cooking for the men must be done on the shore at mnight when we lay up. At the "Little Rockies" we feel that we are parting forever from the beautiful blue mountains that .make of Montana a land scape of never-ending variety and inexhaust able sublimity. The dreary sameness of the bad-lands, flecked with the leprous white spots of a!talali, or the wearying monotony of .the flat, uninteresting plain induces a feeling of home-sickness, a yearning for one more view of the rugged, sky-reaching mountains, that with an ever-varying change of light and shade, present to the pleased eye an endless panorama of lovely land scapes. There are wood-yards here and there on the river bank, and as the boat darts past, the "wood hawks," as they are called, hast en to the shore and gaze wistfully after us, turning away, with a sigh, perhaps, as the boat vanishes around a bend; wondering, possibly, when they too, will be flying down the river to visit once more the friends that are, may be, mourning theni as lost. Between Carroll and Fort Peck we passed many small bands of buffalo. On Octeber gd we reached a :wootd-yard one hundred dnd thirty-seven miles below the mouth of the Museleshell. The men here report a number of Siouxx at Wolf point. The', think there are at least, one hundred and twenty lodges,, The next day as we were nearing Fort Peck, four buffalo came out of the willows c Just below the boat, and plunged into the I river. They crossed just ahead of us. One of them was killed, but the boat went flying t past, not daring to stop on account ot shoal a water and crooked channel. Some wood choppers ran down to the river bank and begged for ammunition, but we did not 1 stop. They will probably pick up the dead a bufflo. Old Fort Peck Only the skeletons of I the buildings are left. How many bitter r memories does this murderous retreat re- t call. How many venturesome pioneers have been sent to their eternal home by sav ages who have obtained their supplies of I arms and ammunition from this hell hole. Will the cries of the slaughtered men, the outraged women and butchered babies bear witness against the traders that have plied their villainous vocation at this post through I the long years of the bloody past, I wonder? I The unwary Montana 'miner, floating down the river in a "Mackinaw," was want to stop at this place tp obtain supplies. A u thoughtless display of the precious dust has led to the equiping of a band of painted devils to waylay the hapless party farther down the river, and the weary, waiting wife or mother in the tar off eastern home wails in vain for the return of those who are sleeping forever in the haunts of the Sioux. 1 Poor fellows! they little thought as they starved and dug in snow and mud, shelter lug themselves in holes in the hillsides, or little better, in dark log huts, that the hard earned gold would never gladden the hearts of the loved ones far away. That these traders were in league with the Sioux, furnishing them with supplies of arms and ammunition and informatlon con cerning the movement of troops, these can not be a doubt. It was only on account of there usefuilness to the hostile Indians that, they were tolerated in the country. The price of their safety was the blood of their own race. uctooer 4tn.-To-nmgnt we are stopping at a deserted wood-yard about twenty miles below Milk river. Mr. Lathrop tells me that when the boat wenit tp theie ;were a number of men and squaws here. We find a "nottice" tacked to the door of the cabin which reads, "All persons passing here are requested not to destroy this cottage." (Signed,) JOHN Lewis, TH(oxSs Howt. Right in front of the cabin door tisenbw made grave with a tiny cross atthe heada The men are bpsy on shore-some cooking, others gathering wood or buffalo berries,: others catching cat fish. We have passed the trout streams long adgo,, SToday, after the firing at the buffalo as we were passing Foorr Peck, orders were Issued that there should be no more firing rrom the boat. I am heartily glad of it,.as the useless slaughter of game in years past° is just what ails this country now. We have a numberof prisoners on the boat, and they are drawn up-or rather' clown-for they are seated in two ranks on the bow of the boat forward of the opstan. There is not much room to spare on the boat, but the best of order prevails. Reveille. guard mounting. retreat and tattoo occur as regularly as though in garrison., Things. run very smoothly, thanks to the excellent regulations established by Col. Gilbert, and the kindly disposition of the officers of the boat. Mr. Foley, the steward, sets the best table that I have ever found on the upper Missouri. On October 5th we ran only seventy miles. Most of the day was spent getting over Spread Eagle bar. This famous shoal is about twenty-five miles long, and is dotted here and there with villainous looking snags, bare sand spits, and miry islands. Passed Woolf point agency and. saw the "one hundred and twenty lodges of Sionx." They proved to be Assinobolnes, They were harvesting a fine looking crop of corn and potatoes. That is, the women were do ing the work, while tWie beautifil bucks were doing the heavy standing around. As they stood motionless on the river badks, that we might not miss a sight of so much paint, grease and dirt generally, is seemed that they might be used for patent medicine signs to good advantage.,, We met the steamier Big Horn to-day. She had on board the one hundred and fifty re rUilts for.whom IjWtq.Bartlett, 3d Infantry, Is waiting at Cowisland, ad ... I was standing this evening after dark on the bow of the boat, and beard. some of the men talking below. One of them said: "That time Bain was walking post in front of the guard-house at Shaw, and there came up a h-ll of a thunder storm. There came a streak of lightning and atruck his bayo net. It just: knocked his musket to pieces. Next day the Adjutant said to him, '~Nw, my man, you must be more vareful in fu ture. You must look out that this thing don't occur again.' Bain said he thought he was going to be tried for not 'halting' the lightning and dalling, for the Corporal of the guard. W. C. (To be continued.) "STAND. 4 ThEATS." No American custom creates pmore genu. Ine surprise and apmusement among travel Ing foreigners than that which is known ..in our saloons as "treating"-wC bnsisting ni the entertainment of two or more with ret esh ments, for wlich one volunteers to pay. It is a pure Americanism. All over the' Re public it is as coompon as in Europe it Is un. known. The. is: probably no miintte in any day in the year when two ot three hun dred citizens of Chieagb are hnot guzzling something stronger than water gt ome. body else'; e apasp. ine ppswqp e egng or two msen, war nave sever exchanged a word together is. a sig sal for bothi46't uce exelaim, "Come let's save something,'. and for bothae$ftdive Iowninith the itebrest subterraneatr.edtty elow' the sidewalk: Thetone Whd spoke irst usually insists upOn "'paying the Ehebt' -the word "shot" being a metaphilteal referenee to the deadly character of theoen. tntas taken into theu .pomach. If two old lrends telt, the regular,. thing to say first Is, "Let' dr.tik to old tites,," and the resl. dent; must invariably "treat", the strager. f a elan be well acquainted, it is contkler ed the princely thing to seize upon all his acquaintances as often as posesble,; take themto a saloon, andgive theM aseiSpl1. cated'drink at thebar. , If there il aunyth~tatpg " P abr Ltbs ;t i this habit, we nabe *re unable to put otwur gap oE it. Men dolnot alWP"rtreat'. one AnRlhe to car-tickets because they happen to meet on the sameeat. ; We never saw a man take out his :pocketbooek on. enpountaflng an acqual taqee, ad say,, "Ab eortB ,.Pe lighted-tosee you, . DO take 'afew pstage stamps It's my treat !" Dp men have a mania for, :aying each othe~'s board bill? And:; s drinking together, more "social" than eating togethgr or sleeptug together A travelers~aP go all over the uptl8ent of Europe, o Asia, of Africa, w.ithon pesee Ing any plan except a Yankeet to "treat? and the Frenchman are quiteq soelal enough, but when they turn into ax ca to sip their wine or brandi.. co.ie. together, each, man paps for ,hip .owp. We ewo jaeent ber r, ht.t douign fat dp and chat, but whie}n p .m ax Man settles !A ti So in Italy. atatlnan are , ayhl merry ;na'genero Ab , but Ia p or his owntwlgn, ! ºr nac t.rs. They never go iptp eaeh other'; popij b~ook in the sae.ed namnef Uxiendqhlp. ,'he y would as soon tink-of transferring to each other their washerwoman's bill. This preposterous asbhipn,, of "treating" is largely responsible for.the, terrible druek enness In Amer, ca. It Is, tak It afl)n all, the ipot pestilent opast"i that. eVer laid its tyranical hand, on, eyoz..qtju an beIangs- 014cago,ýf od. :: G'O7 E SHEAV S. There's not a hearth, ,however rude, B6t hath somte lttleBdlowe , To brighten up the solitude, And ecent the evenizg hour. There's not a heart, however east By grief aadaorrow down, But hath so~e Meamory of the past To love and cdtl itsaown. -A slip of one's toot tmay be recovercd, but otahe tongue, perhaps never. -There are tWo peacetul poweret ,stic* and fitness. -Do not express yntir nln toon't reely and ldecldedly whiien it: dfo fiom ditoe aiundn yon. tmerely f tohe kai "ol inn what 1"I think" when no good will be done.