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uHi y k 4ftf? Volume 9. Helena, Montana, Thursday, October 14, 1875. No. 47 THE WEEKLY HERALD PUBLISHED EVERY THURSDAY MORNING. a. jl fisk k - f FISK BROS., Publishers TEEMS OF SUBSCRIPTION. TERMS FOR THE DAILY HERALD. City Subscribers (delivered by carrier) per month. .$3 00 BY MAIL. Oik* copy one month ......................... * ? One eojiy three months ........................ J? ^ One copy six months........................... " One copy one year.............................. ^ w TERMS FOR f I'IIE WEEKLY HERALD. One year ........................................ft> 00 Six months...................................... ^ 00 Three months............. 2 50 A REAL INDIAN ROMANCE. flow Wallalalialla Won His Pale-Faced Bride-Tlie Strategy ol a Young; Iowa C'liief—A Romantic Eo&etul ol tl»c West* tern Frontier. The Louisville Courier-Journal tells this story : Between Clarksville, Tenu., and Eddy ville, Ky., on the Cumberland river, there is a cavern which can only be entered by diying into the water, and which has no other light than that reflected from the bot tom of the river. It was accidentally discov ered by a young Indian chief, while one day diving for his gun, which he had dropped from his canoe into the river. The Indian youth who discovered it lor a long time kept the secret to himself, and would often resort to it in his lonely hours, where, by the aid of his flint and a piece of dry wood, he would kindle a tire and enjoy himself in looking at the magnificence ol the scene as the light re flected back millions of beams from the nu merous stalagmites and stalactites of gigantic size and fantastic forms. The cave was about fifty feet wide, and about the same in height. In the course of time this young sou of the forest became enamored with a beautiful daughter of one of the backwoods men in the settlement. The young chief 's name was Wallahalla, and the girl's name was Agnes Robertson. In those days the daughters of backwoodsmen could swim, ride, and handle a gun with all the dexterity and skill of their fathers and brothers. Ar riving at the place the lover disappeared be neath the surface of the water and the maid en quickly followed him. Here he informed her she must remain as his prisoner until he gained the consent of her parents to their union. Wallahalla then departed, to return soon after with dried venison and such articles as were necessary for her com fort. Returning to the settlement, Walla halla found that the place had been attacked by the foe and the village burnt to the ground. The parents of Agnes mourned her as dead, or lingering in a captivity to which death would be preferable. The young chief was loudest in his lamentations over the lost girl, and at the war dance of his tribe swore the direst vengeance against her captors. All the male portion of the settlement, together with the friendly tribe to which the young chief Wallahalla belonged, started in pursuit of the foe to rescue the girl. After a long and tedious march they came upon the enemy in the neighborhood of where Metropolis City, 111., now stands. A furious battle was fought, in which the attacking party, headed by young Wallahalla, dealt death and de struction to their foe until the ammunition was exhausted. At this moment the enemy was reinforced, and the attacking party was compelled to retire across the Ohio. The father of Agnes Robertson was almost crazed with grief at the loss of his beloved daughter. In his great agony he published to the troops the following announcement : I, Andrew Robertson, will give to the res cuer of my daughter from the hands of the Iowas her hand in marriage, 1,000 acres of land, 100 head of cattle and horses, 100 pounds of powder, and two rifles. Andrew Robertson. Twenty men, warriors and riflemen,among them Wallahalla, stepped forward and ten dered their services. The girl herself was a fortune to any man. The parent and his trusty friends, with the exception of those who were to go in pursuit of the Iowas in search of Agnes Robertson, returned to the settlement of Little River, near the place now known as Cadiz, in Trigg county, Kentucky, to rebuild their huts and the stockade whicn the Indians had destroyed. Wallahalla sep arated himself from both parties, and by a circuitous route wended his way to the cavern in search of his beloved Agiies, whom he found in almost a starving condition. The full moon shone forth in all splendor on the night of the 25th of May as they rose to the surface of the water aud entered their canoe to return to the arms of the lovely Agnes' parent, and receive the rewaid and a blessing. Their advent into the settlement on the fol lowing morning was an occasion of great re joicing. Feasting and dancing were the or der for several weeks, and the young chief Wallahalla was the toast of the country for miles around. He was the recipient of pres ents of land, horses, cattle, skins, etc., to a larger extent than any man living since the foundation of the world. Of the nineteen men who stepped forward to offer their serv ices to Andrew Robertson, not one returned to give in bis experience, and the general impression existed at that time that they were either tomahawked or burnt at the stake. Wallahalla married and changed his name to Robertson. Many of his descendants lived in the neighborhood of what is now known as Crittenden county and Trigg county, Ky., till about the year 1818, when they removed to Eastern Georgia. The Heroine or Elme^Roch—Id» Lewis Interviewed. [Correspondence of the Baltimore American.] Newport, (R. L) September 13, 1875.—-In the "upper-tendom" circles of Newport, dur ing the fashionable season, it is considered "the thing'' fo pay at least one visit to the noted woman who has rescued so many men from a watery grave, Ida Lewis, in her light house home on the Lime Rock, in Newport harbor. Desiring "when in Rome to do as the Romans do,'' your correspondent found himself a few days since, plowing his way,in one of the numerous cat-boats which are al ways seen "curtesying over the billows" of Narragansett Bay, towards the wave-washed abode of Ida Lewis. Arrived at the Lime Rock, a landing was soon effected, and several loud knocks given to the modest front entrance of the lighthouse keeper's cottage. These proving ineffectual, it was decided to try the rear of the house, and a loud rap at the kitchen door followed. A cheery voice cried out, "Come in," and immediately afterwards the writer entered a plain Yankee kitchen—bright tins hanging on the wall, a dinner cooking on the stove, and a diminutive black kitten purring on the hearth; while in one corner of the room a young woman of two and three and twenty stood over a wash-tub, with rolled-up sleeves and arms plunged in the suds, who was at once recognized as the famous Ida Lewis. At the first glance there is nothing about her which would seem to indicate a heroine, but before long a close observer sees what her real character is by watching the animated play of feature, firm mouth and steady eyes. Your correspondent upon entering removed his hat, bowed, and the following conversa tion ensued: Correspondent (handing his card.) Miss Lewis, I believe. Ida Lewis (glancing at the card and offer ing chair). Yes, sir; Ida Lewis is my name. Correspondent. I hope that I am not tak ing a liberty in calling upon you; but having been told that it would never do to visit New port and leave without seeing Newport's heroine, and being a married man, who has reached the years of discretion, I made up my mind to come. Ida Lewis. Oh, sir, I am accustomed to having strangers come here to see and be shown over the light-heuse. Five thousand people, perhaps, have taken the trouble to come from the shore to visit me this sum mer, and the season is not over yet, by any means. Correspondent.! Well, Miss Lewis, of course, the reason so many are anxious to see you is because you have repeatedly shown yourself to be the bravest woman in America. Is not this the case ? Ida Lewis. The truth is, sir, people have exaggerated the little good I may have ac complished in saving drowning men. After all, I have done no more than most American girls would have done if, like me, they had lived all their lives in a lighthouse, and known that by taking a little trouble many valuable lives could be saved. Circumstances alone have made me the heroine people choose to call me. Correspondent. But, surely, you don't think that most women would have the cour age to put to sea on a stormy night in a frail boat on the mere chance of being able to save a life, when, to all appear ances, certain destruction would seem inevit able ? Ida Lewis. I honestly do, sir; if, like me, they bad strong arms, a clear head and a willing heart, and were accustomed to man age a life-boat in a heavy sea. Correspondent. The last time you risked your life was about two months ago, I be lieve, in saving two drowning soldiers near Fort Adams ? Ida Lewis. Yes, sir. I succeeded in sav ing two drowning soldiers in my boat about six weeks ago, I had more trouble than usual in doing it, because both of them were a little drunk. Correspondent. How did you manage to get them both into the boat ? Ida Lewis. At first I was afraid that I wouldn't be able to do it, but by dint of call ing to them, aDd reminding them that it was their last chance for life, I succeeded in final ly hauling them both over the gunwale of my boat, and then pulled ashore. I hope the men had a lesson, and didn't try sailing again after a spell. Correspondent, May 1 ask who you live with in this lonely spot, and how you pass your time ? Ida Lewis. My parents live here with me, but as they are both getting on in life, the duty of attending to the light and keeping house devolves principally upon me, and to tell the truth, I am glad to have these matters to attend to, as, otherwise, time would hang heavy upon my hands. Correspondent. I suppose, having so many visitors, you make numbers of friends, and receive valuable presents sometimes. Is this not the case ? Ida Lewis. Yes, people are very kind to me—too kind, I sometimes think, for certain ly I have done no more than many other wo men, about whose good works very little is said. Let me show you some of the presents I have lately received. So sajing, Ida produced a number of arti cles supposed to appeal to the feminine heart —silks, scarfs, hose, gloves, bonnets, dresses, and even jewelry, were among the gifts pre sented by admiring friends. Correspondent. Judging from my mascu line stand-point, I should say that any one wearing one-half of those articles in a life time would never have reason to utter Flora McFlimsy's complaint. Ida Lewis. And I probably never shall wear one quarter of them. Why, what need have L a simple New England girl, of so many fine things ? If people want to give me presents, why don't they give me small sums of money, or useful household articles, for we are poor and every little helps. Correspondent. Do you expect to spend the rest of your life here, on the Lime Rock? Ida Lewis. Well, I can't say what I ex pect. I shall certainly remain here while my parents live. I am happy and contented as I am, and don't desire a change. At this point of the conversation your cor respondent found that the time he had allow ed himself for the visit to Ida Lewis was at an end, so he reluctantly arose and wished the unassuming, but truly noble little woman good morning, thoroughly convinced that her daring and unexampled bravery have not been exaggerated. AN HOUR OF DANGER. Soiialor Allison nud his Commission ers Surrounded by 5,000 Wild Savages With Eoaded Ri fles—The Escape. [From, the Dubuque (Iowa) Herald Sept. 29] On Thursday of last week Red Cloud, chief of the Ogallaliahs, failed to meet the Indian commissioners. The council then adjourned to Thursday, when Spotted Tail, chief of the Brûles, did not appear. On Friday the com missioners, headed by Senator Allison, ap peared upon the council grounds. At 2 o'clock, when the commissioners were about to adjourn, Red Cloud and his chiefs appear ed. The Indians went into private council amongst themselves. There were present 5,000 Indians, representing the various tribes of the Sioux nation, and they formed a circle of 100 feet in front of the commissioners in the council tent. The chief, Standing Rock, being on horseback, was requested to dis mount. He said he would not, as they fear ed trouble. This was the first intimation of anything wrong. Shortly it was noticed that the Indians loaded and cocked their rifles, and made a circle outside, aud entirely sur rounded the commissioners and the two com panies of cavalry. Little-Bad-Man, who some days since threatened to kill a commissioner and who belongs to the northern Indians, was noticed examining his gun, and mounted on a fleet horse, he, with several wild noitherners,kept riding around in front of and outside the cir cle in front of the commissioners. A detail of soldiers and Indians was put to watch them. Finally they complained to Young Man-Afraid of His Horses, chief of the Ogal lallas, that they were afraid of the hostile at titude of the Indians. He removed a large body of wild Indians, who bad stationed themselves in the rear of the troops, and, in stead, substituted a large body of mounted friendly Indians. A single shot fired would have produced the indiscriminate slaughter of every commis sioner and white man present. It is hoped the warlike spirit of the northern Indians can be kept in subjection. More cavalry has been sent for, and are daily expected. During tlie danger on Friday all the cavalry were to stand at the head of their horses, but could have rendered no assistance, as the Indians were mounted and surrounded them. The commissioners' hopes of making a treaty are not encouraging. A private dispatch was received on Monday evening by members of Senator Allison's family, in this city, from him, dated at Fort Laramie on the 27th. From the date it is to be inferred that the commission had returned from the council field and from Red Cloud Agency, and it is more than probable nego- tiations bad ceased. Mr. Allison said in his dispatch that he should leave Laramie for home on Thursday next, and would probably arrive here about a week after that. So all apprehensions for his safety can be dismiss- ed, - m ■ I um I I—-- A Beautiful Horse Ruined. [From the Kansas City T.mes.] Every one who was at the Exposition on Monday, the opening day, will remember the chestnut mare Chiquita, who "won the two mile running dash so gallantly, making the remarkable time of 3:37^. She was a beauti ful horse, with a coat as smooth and glossy as that of a lady's pet spaniel, an eye as large and lustrous as a fawn's and a countenance as mild and gentle as a timid school-girl's. She became a universal favorite after her gallant victory, and every one will be pained to hear that she met with an accident at Kan sas City on Tuesday that will doubtless pre vent her from ever appearing in the speed ring again. She was matched against Sweet Bay and Orphan Boy for the $500 purse, and had taken two heats, though breaking a shoe and coming in slightly lame at the end of the second. After being rubbed down, she was brought up for the third heat, which she won in 1:50^, thus winning the race in three straight heats. To the astonishment of all who cheered the finish made by the superb beast so hearti ly, she was pulled up dead lame, being led with difficulty from the track. Immediately surrounded by all who were near her, the cause of the lameness was eagerly ques tioned, and when the answer came that she had slipped a shoulder blade, and was prob ably ruined for life as a racer, one would have thought the injury -was inflicted upon some warm personal friend so mournful were the comments. Mr. Wm. Mulkey, of this city, the owner of the mare, recently re fused $3,000 for her, and permitted her to run in this race against the earnest protest of many, who warned him of the danger of the track, a half-mile course being always risky for'runners, and this one especially, its sharp turns and uneven grades being next to death to thoroughbreds. It is to be sincerely hoped that the mare's injury will not, upon closer investigation, prove so severe as at first thought, but certain it is that she will appear no more upon the track this week. It is certainly to be hoped that the owners of other fine running horses will be warned by this disaster, and keep them off from half mile tracks. Thoroughbreds are not plen ty enough in the West to be sacrificed in this way. WOBDS OF COMFORT. Mr. Soper*» Way of Cheering; np his Wife. [From the Alleghany (Pennsylvania) Mail.] Mr. Soper's wife has been sick for some weeks; but, although extremely reduced in body and mind, there is still enough of the true w oman remaining in her, which led her last Monday, in a faint whisper, to ask her husband, who had entered the sick room with a funeral cast of features. "Well," answered Mr. Soper, sitting un easily down on the extreme edge of a chair, and balancing his bat on his fingers by the brim, "there ain't nothing to speak of in p'tickler. S'pose you heard of Miss Cole's death. She was taken the same time you w T as." "I sflould think, James," said Mrs. Soper, with a feeble emphasis, "that if you couldn't find somethin' more cheerful to say to your poor, sick wife, you'd hold your tongue." "Cert'nly," said Mr. Soper, meekly, "only news is so sca'ce ! Lemme see," be continued, looking thoughtfully into the crown of his hat, as if he bad a reserved fund of gossip therein; "you heard 'bout Mathy Carter's breakin' her leg." A suappisli nod of the head from the in valid signified to Mr. Soper that he was on dangerous ground; "but after a moment's re flection, he brightened up visibly as he said : "You orter be to town meetin' a Mond'y. The towm's voted to have a new hearse, an' I was never so glad of an'tliing in all my life." "James Edward Soper," whispered his wife, with a painfnl intensity, "be you a na'tral born fool, or be you a lookin' forred to gettin'rid of me?" As the latter's view r had never presented it self to Mr. Soper in the light of his wife's in quiry, he looked very much subdued, and scratched his head with an air of painful ab straction as Mrs. Soper said again with a tear ful voice: "Oh, you c'n go. If you can't spare a few moments to set with me, an' jes give me some little interestin' new s—I don't want you to stay agin your inclination," she continued with the sigh of a martyr. Mr. Soper hastily expressed his willingness to remain and desire to please; so, after a brief interval of thought, he continued re flect velj' : "Wall, lemme think, I w T as over to the widder Stacy's las' night to see 'f I couldn't make a trade for a Jersey hefîer, au' I tell you, MTia," said Mr. Soper, enthusiastically, "if she ain't a harnsum critter I never see one." An ominous light appeared in Mrs. Soper's sunken eyes, and if her husband had been observing closely he would have seen a rest less motion of the hands, indicative of an ap parent desire to make a personal attack upon some one or something, but he saw nothing and continued : "She's just about the right size, an' her skin as white as snow T . She's got the pootiest legs," continued the unreflective Mr. Soper, with a descriptive motion of the Hand; "an' when you come to talk about shape—why, MTia," said Mr. Soper, rising from his chair in his warmth, "she'll measure tw r o feet across her breast-" The scream which came from the afflicted invalid at this juncture was of such a piercing shrillness that Mr. Soper placed his fingers in his ears, and Mrs. Soper's mamma, Avho was in the next room, appeared on the scene in the twinkling of an eye. "Oh, you awful brute!" she exclaimed, as she bathed her daughter's brow with hair-oil in mistake for camphor, while the wretched man feebly endeavored to explain that he was only telling Mrs. Soper about a Jersey heifer that he was going to buy. "There, ma," said Mrs. Soper, with a gasp, "I'm better now." "You had better leave the room," said the matron, with a world of significant wrath in her eye, and the unfortunate Soper departed, muttering, as he slammed the door behind him, that he'd be moster in his own house some day; but be hasn't been yet, for Mrs. Soper has recovered, and her mother has taken up a permanent residence with them. To this day they don't speak to the widow Stacy, and Mr. Soper's reiterated explanation has always been received in dignified and in credulous silence. Trouble Between President Monroe and Crawford of Georgia. In the seventh volume of the Memoirs of John Quincy Adams there is a curious ac count of what came near being a physical battle between President Monroe and Craw ford, his Secretary of the Treasury. Craw ford was, we believe, a man of gigantic sta ture. Mr. Adams heard of this and asked Southard if he knew anything about it. He said yes ; that one day last winter, on coming here on business', he found Mr. Mon roe walking to and fro across the room in great agitation ; that he told him Crawford had left him ; he had come to him concern ing the nomination of certain officers of the customs in the northern ports ; that Craw ford recommended the nomination of several persons against whom Mr. Monroe expressed several objections; that Crawford at last rose in irritation, gathered the papers together and said, petulently : "Well, if you will not ap point the persons well qualified for the places, tell me whom you will appoint, that I may get rid of their importunities." Mr. Monroe re plied with great warmth, saying that he con sidered Crawford's language as extremely im proper, and unsuitable to the relations be tween them, when Crawford, turning to him, raised bis cane, as in an attitude to strike and said, "You-infernal old scoundrel!" Mr. Monroe seized the tongues at the fire place for self-defense, applied a retaliatory epithet to Crawford, and told him he would' immedi ately ring for servants himself, and turn him out of the house ; upon which Crawford, be ginning to recover himself, said he did not intend and had not intended to insult him, and left the house. They never met after ward. Will Resumption Bring - on a Panics Some of our inflationist friends are very positive in their answers to this question. They affirm that u)i attempts we may here after make to approach specie payments must of necessity tend to bring on more or less of commercial revulsion, and to precipi tate a financial panic. When asked for their reasons they tell us that resumption cannot be reached except through currency contrac tion. This is very true, but it does not help them; for the universal experience of the commercial world proves that contraction of the currency seldom, if ever, produces a panic in modern times. The fact is just the opposite. Currency contraction does not pro duce panic; but a panic very often produces a scarcity of currency, because in a panic every man is anxious to hoard that which will pay his debts. The inflationists fail to comprehend the great revolution which modern enterprise has effected in the use of substitutes for money. Checks now take the place of cash, and hun dreds of millions of debts are cancelled and paid every week in this city without the use of a dollar in actual cash. The contraction of the currency, so long as there is no contrac tion of credit, will do little else than call in to operation some of the thousand economies by which society in modern times economizes money. On this principle it is that England performs the prodigious operations of her commerce with so small a volume of cash. Although England is at present the great clearing house of the commercial world, the volume of money with which she conducts her exchanges amounts altogether to a small er aggregate than the present volume of the currency of the United States. Our inflationists friends seem to imagine that they are living in a state of things such as existed years ago, when payments were more generally made in actual cash, and when banking facilities were not so exten sively developed as now. Their dread of currency contraction should be transformed into a fear lest they bring upon the country the mischiefs of a contraction of credit. If this happy change could be made they would soon see (hat the present inflationist agitation in this country is raising up serious obstacles to the revival of business. It is threatening us with worse evils than are likely to be pro duced from any healthy and moderate con traction of the currency—such as may be found a needful preliminary to specie re sumption under the existing acts of Con gress. — F inane in l Chronicle. ■ *4 -l^tS**-** • The Semi-Centennial of Railroad in: Fifty years ago this month the first train of vehicles was drawn by a locomotive over a road open to the public. This^was at Dar- lington, in England, and George Stephenson was the engineer, both of the road and thd locomotive. It was the beginning of rail- roading, and a semi-centennial celebration is to be had at Darlington on the 27th. The little line then opened has since been absorb- ed into the Northeastern railroad of England, an immense corporation, whose capital is £50,000,000, or equal to ihat of our whole Pacific railroad, and even that is surpassed by three other British railroads. The rail- roads of the world have all been created within this fifty years. Tlie United States have laid the most length in that time, and about as much as all the rest of the world put together. The cost and manner of building has been the most magnificent in England, where the per centage of net return and gross earnings to cost is less than with ns. -- -4 ►► --- An Interview With Renton. [From the Chicago Journal. ] John Wbntwortk has never been able to find out why or when his old Democratic friend and colleague in Congress, Governor William Allen, of Ohio, became a rag money mau. A few nights ago, lie and some friends visited a spiritual medium in this city. After his friends had conversed awhile with departed spirits, the medium said : "Mr. Wentworth, what can I do for you ? " "Oh, nothing," said he ; "Ideal with the living, not with the dead." "Have you no one in the spirit-land you would like to speak with ? " Holding the Journal in his hand, where he had been reading about the Ohio election, Mr. Wentworth replied: "Why, yes, now that I happen to think of it, let me talk with the late Senator Tom Benton, of Mis souri." Medium—Here he is. Long John—What is your name ? Spirit—Thomas H. Bentofl, Pater-Sen atus. Long John—How do you stand on the specie question ? Spirit—Same as ever; honest money makes honest people. Long John—What do you think of our old friend, William Allen, of Ohio? Spirit of Benton—He ought to have died when I did. Growing Potatoes Unacr Straw. One of my neighbors last season raised over 400 bushels of potatoes per acre under straw, while the rest of us in open ground hardly got our seed back, the summer being extremely hot and dry. His plan is to plant very shallow (one or two inches deep) in rows eighteen inches apart, and when the po tatoes are beginning to come up, to cover with straw to the depth of eight or ten inches. This straw is of most advantage in dry sea sons, showing but little if any benefit, and sometimes a positive damage in wet.— Cor. N. Y. Tribune.