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TIIIKSDAV, HAY 25, 187«.
We always did love them. Thej became
consecrated in childhood, as they brought ex
emption from ordinary farm labors, and are
blended with bright visions of Ashing, hay
mow frolics, or the execution of some me
chanical project, like a water-wheel, bird
cage, rat trap, etc. Then as years advanced
these blessed days became associated with
reading and study and cheerful companion
ship in which song and story chased away
the outer gloom and drowned the patter of
the rain drops on roof and window pane:
Sometimes attention would seize upon the
subject of life's great future, wherein
sea voyages, and exploring expeditions, with
hunting adventures and perilous exposures
would always furnish ready material for an
exuberant and not over-critical imagination.
These days, too, were specially adapted to
rumaging the garrets and bringing to light
half-forgotten treasures, family heirlooms,
old files of papers and magazines, and dilapi
dated books that had been banished from
the book-case for their tattered appearance.
Every nook, and cranny, and corner was
then explored, drawers of dismantled bureaus
were found crammed with the wrecks of
toys of earlier days, laid up iu ordinary, for
some repair or the return of a departed affec
tion. If at such times company failed, or the
dampened spirits could not rise entirely above
the depressing inlluences, old letter-files were
drawn forth and some carefully treasured
lines that once made the young heart bound
would renew the transport with various modi
fications. But the theme grows too prolific
for time and space. Others' experience may
have differed from ours but we sincerely pity
those who have never known the luxury of
rainy days, or those in whose memory they
do not raise a throng of sweetest recollec
tions. Rainy days furnish to men more es
pecially much-needed opportunities to be
come acquainted with their own homes, its
comforts and delights, its advantages and de
fects. As men cut off from sympathy and
external aid and comfort are forced to fall
back upon the resources of their own hearts
and minds, and thus often are strangely
awakened to the consciousness of a new and
grander life, so men when shut out from the
rest of the world by gloomy and stormy
weather, because conscious that home can be
made a world in itself.
Many natures are only roused into activity
by opposition,so external gloom on some acts
as a charm to dispel inner clouds and induces a
self-reliant serenity. It has always seemed to us
that the Anglo-Saxon inherited a love of gloom
and storms and danger, nurtured in those
inhospitable lands of forest and fen and rocks
on a stormy coast, from whence our ances
tors emerged on their first appearance in
modern history. The experience of our race
on this continent, which has been in a great
measure a continuation of earlier history in
its conflict with storms and dangers of the
elements, with savage beast and foe, has kept
alive this inherited peculiarity, and perhaps
strengthened it.
We think our people generally enjoy storm,
or a proper proportion of them, better than
perpetual sunshine, bloom and soft breezes.
Certain it is that mental vigor and fore
thought owe their existence largely to this
perpetual strife with external discomforts.
We owe the very existence of oui comfort
able homes u> the rude bufferings of storm
and the sharp pain of long-continued and
oft-repeated exposure. Even civilization and
wealth seem more the creatures of this con
tliet with opposing and unfriendly elements.
In our days and country, we can more pleas
antly associate rainy days with coming ver
dure, with plentiful sluice heads of water for
mining and with brimming streams for navi
gation. We have some hopes, too, that the
plentiful rain will wash away the grasshop
pers and carry them within reach of greedy
The dangers to which we are most exposed are
from the opposite direction. We are in more
danger from drouth and clear skies. The
circulation of moisture which is as necessary
to nature as that of the blood to the body,
often becomes so feeble that life is in danger
of perishing. We only wish we had twice as
many rainy days during the year as vre now
have, and fondly indulge the hope that with
settlement and wider cultivation, this change
will occur in our meteorological condition
and relations.
In a quiet Milwaukee street at night, a tem
perance lecturer was waylaid and compelled
to drink half a pint of whisky. "And now,"
says the Chicago Times , "the greater portion
of the adult mail population of Milwaukee
spends its time in roaming up and down the
unfrequented streets at night, swathed in the
regalia of the Sons of Temperance and
whistling lustily, *• Water, bright water, pure
water for me."
The Democrats in the New York Legisla
ture filibustered to defeat several bills on the
closing day of the session, but joined with
the Republicans at the last minute in passing
the school amendment, proposed by the
Republicans. This provides that common
schools shall be maintained forever, that
there shall be no division of the school fund,
and that the schools shall be under the con
trol of no sect.
An amusing, not to say rather remarkable,
picture is drawn by the New lork limes of
the woes of an American architect and the
persecution to which he has been subjected,
through the vindictive disposition of an evil
minded ghost. Mr. Patrick W. Reardon is the
architect referred to, and some few months
subsequent to the hanging of Tiburcio
Vasquez, an eminent California bandit, at
San Jose, he was awakened from his peace
ful slumber by the firing of show'ers of
stones upon his doors and windows. At first
he thought it was little boys, then he direct
ed bis attention to Chinamen, but all bis re
searches were in vain. Police officers watched
his doors; he changed his residence; but all to
no effect. Down came the stones at inconven
ient seasons with greater violence than before.
Mr. Reardon was in dispair until, in a happy
moment, he agreed to pay a medium $5, or
even $10, to point out the stone-throwing
ghest, and materialize him in time to have a
little squanng up of accounis. The medium
then set to work, and after much internal
wrestling with the spirit discovered that the
phantom was none other than Mr. Yasquez,
who had promised the San Jose people to pay
them a visit. The ghost admitted that he had
no particular animosity toward Mr. Reardon
beyond that which most intelligent persons
feel toward the average American architect,
but that he was simply throwing stones for
amusement and in accordance with his
promise to surprise his tormer fellow-citizens.
At last accounts Mr. Reardon is about to try
the virtues of a burglar-broof safe.
There is a man named Thurston living on
White Oak creek in Titus county, Texas,
who is seven feet eight inches high and well
proportioned. He is 45 to 48 years old, mar
aied, and has several children. His wife is
a very tall woman and some of his children
bid fair to rival their "daddy." Thurston
is from Missouri, and was in Price's army at
the commencement of the war. How is that
for high ? ___
Visitors to the Centennial are to be regis
tered by telegraph. By an ingenious contriv
ance every one of the eighty turn-stiles set
at the several entrances of the grounds will
be connected by wire with a dial in the main
office. When a person enters through a
turn-stile he is instantly registered on this
dial. At any instant of the day, therefore
it will be possible to know, by glancing at
the dial, the exact number of people who
have entered the grounds.
The widow of Admiral Dahlgren has
bought the celebrated South Mountain House,
which is situated on the summit of South
Mountain in Maryland, on the National
Turnpike and in the middle of the battle-field
of Antietam. The place has acquired an his
toric name from having been a resort of
Henry Clay, Thomas H. Benton, John J.
Crittenden, General Andrew Jackson, and
many other noted men. It will be hand
somely fitted up by Mrs. Dahlgren as her
summer ho use.
Washington dispatch: Gen. Custer's con
duct as a voluntary prosecutor of the admin
istration before the Democratic committees
had been such as to create a very unfavorable
impression against him with the authorities
Military men severely criticise his conduct as
unsoldierlike, and there are intimations that
Gen. Custer's conduct may ultimately be in
vestigated by a military court. In is certain
that some of his testimony has been flatly
contradicted by sworn evidence of creditable
witnesses. __
The IIon. E. D. Mansfield, who, as Mark
Twain would remark, has an excellent ear
for statistics and figures, has analyzed the
vote of New Hampshire. The changes in
the vote were : Reduction of Democratic
vote, 1,000; increase of Republican vote, 3,000
increase of whole vote, 1,000. The republican
majority, then was made up of 1,000 increase
of votes, 1,000 who had voted the Democratic
ticket in 1874, and the residue from the Tem
perance vote. This, Mr. Mansfield considers
a very significant sign.
Father O'Brien, one of the oldest priests
in the Archdiocese of Boston, died in that
city on the 25th inst. He was born in Bos
ton in 1815, and entered the priesthood at an
early age. At one time Father O'Brien
taught history and belles lettres and theology
in New York, Returning to Boston, he was
associated with the late Father Haskins in the
management of the Angel Guardian. Here
he remained until the death of Father Has
kins in 1873, when declining health compelled
him to resign his charge. He then entered
the Carney hospital, where he died.
The First United Presbyterian church of
Philadelphia lately expelled Mr. T. M. Stew
art, one of its members, on the ground that
he was an Odd-Fellow, and the presbytery to
whom the case was appealed, decided to sus
tain the action of the church. This matter
has excited considerable interest in the order
and in the church, but it appears that the
rules of the church to which Mr. Stewart be
longed, prohibited members from joining
secret societies.
At the Second District (Massachusetts)
Republican Convention to elect delegates to
the Cincinnati Convention, a resolution to the
effect that the Massachusetts delegates "may
present the name of Charles Francis Adams
for the Centenial President," was unanimous
ly and unceremoniously tabled.
Ex-Senator Brownlow is going to be
elected to Congress from the Second Ten
ne8ssee District, the only Republican one in
the State.
The message of Gov. Coke, of Texas, de
livered to the Legislature of that^State in
April last, is a document of peculiar interest
at thd present time, not only for what it con
tains, but by the strong contrast to the ac
counts and reports of nearly all the rest
world, and will revive the memory of the old
couplet of early days, when Texas was the
city of refuge for all law-breakers fleeing
from avenging justice:
" When every other land forsakes ub,
This is the one, at last, that takes us,"
This couplet is sometimes irreverently pro
duced as authority for the n ame the State
bears. We neither vouch for the origin of
the name or the truth of the sentiment en
closed in doggerel. If once true, it was no
more than has been true of every state in its
sparsely-settled and wilderness days. The
immigration now so rapidly pouring into the
State is impelled by other motives. From
all over the South in particular, those whose
wealth and estates have been sacrificed to the
hazards of war, and are seeking a new field
to begin a new life, go to Texas. Impover
ished masters who dislike to go to work by
the side of their old slaves and still feel that it
is the best if not the only thing .for them to
go to Texas. Young men full of hope and
energy, whose fortune is in their hearts and
hands,and who seek to devote their exertions
where they will be less hindred and hamp
ered by unpleasant memories and irritat
ing associations, go to T exas. From those
states in particular, where the blacks are
in ascendency there is a very general
stampede to Texas. This State, too, is
almost the only one that escaped the disas
ters of w T ar, aud, in fact, rather gained than
lost in wealth during the war. Its vast herds
of catttle and horses found rich and ready
market within the Confederate or Union lines.
Many to escape the chances of war withdrew
from other states aud were easily lost sight of
in the wide wilderness of Western Texas.
And again, this State has, unlike every other,
had jin her control her vast domain to
dispose of on her own account. Instead
of incurring heavy debt for railroads that
were never built, as many of the Southern
States, Texas has procured the actual con
struction of extensive lines of road through
gifts of laud, which in turn have enhanced
the value aud increased the demand for lands
that remain. Of the 175,000,000 of acres in
the State, there still remains, after all the
lavish grants to railways, no less than G7,000,
000 of acres in the public domain, while the
entire State indebtedness is less than $5,000,
000. On such a showing, we see no reason
why Texas may not be accounted the richest
State in the Union.
The Governor in his message says : ' ' The
sun does not shine to-day upon a people so
prosperous, so independent, so w T ell supplied
with the comforts of life, and so buoyant
with hope for the future, as are the people of
Texas." Happy Texas! Thrice blessed to
bave these days of plenty and prosperity
while stagnation and depression are the rule
not only over the residue of the United States,
but very largely over the entire world. It
does not lessen our satisfaction to know that
the era of returning prosperity has first dawn
ed at the extreme South, in that section so
recently dissevered and supposed to be deso
lated. We hail it as the begiuniug of a new
South under the brighter auspices of free
labor and free schools. Among the hopeful
signs of which mention is made, is the im
proved system of agriculture, with a general
use of the best of modern implements. It is
iu the power of this state now to assure aud
perpetuate its prosperity for all time to come,
by devoting its entire public domain, after
perhaps extinguishing the present state debt,
to the maintenance of public free schools, in
cluding Normal and various scientific schools
and universities. Iu less than half a centur}%
Texas would outrank every state in the union
in population, wealth and power. If the
State remains undivided, this is very likely to
be the case any way, but we feel sure that by a
devotion of its vast landed estate at the same
time to the development of the intellectual
wealth of her citizens, she could make this
growth more solid, permanent, commanding
and ennobling as well as rapid.
The present population of the State is esti
mated to have nearly doubled since the cen
sus of 1870 was taken. Then it was 818,899;
now it is supposed to be 1,500,000, with an
annual increase of about 300,000. When set
tled no more densely than Illinois at present,
Texas will possess a population of twelve
millions. The State is now connected with
the north by two grand trunk lines of rail
way, and iu its grand development the North
will contribute equally with the South, if not
in numbers, yet more in capital, enterprise
and improved methods of production. Texas
has recently adopted a new constitution with
many excellent safeguards against the accu
mulation of State, county or municipal in
debtedness, and still more recently Governor
Coke has been elected one of the Senators
from the State. Though the State is at pres
ent overwhelmingly Democratic, it is a kind
of democracy imbued with some ideas of
progress, and with more than average of in
dependence and ability in its leaders, and will
soon disappear when it comes to be more
fully impregnated with the spirit of enterprise
and progress.
Mr. Blaine attends church regularly and
joins in the singing lustily. One Sunday
lately he was observed to be somewhat pre
occupied, and surprised the congregation by
"My soul, be on thy guard,
Sixty-four thousand toes arise."
It is now ten days since the formal opening
of this Exhibition, and from this time, when
we read the first accounts of that opening till
its close, it will be a theme and center of in
terest to every reader in Montana. It is not a
mere Fourth of July parade or display. It has
been not only visit but revisit it often, seeing
more designed to minister instruction with
pleasure—to engage studious attention as well
as to arrest the eye and excite wonder. There
is to be enough of permanency to it to allow
time for the whole world at its convenience
to come and see, to stay, and learn. Many will
each succeeding day. There are many, too,
so favored by location that they will visit
every day it continues, and yet leave at last
unsatisfied. Those who only make one short
visit, will probably leave before they recover
from their bewilderment, and really know
less than those who from a distance depend
upon illustrations and printed descriptions.
This season is going to be an active one for
illustrated papers. Their excellence, which
has been steadily improving, will blossom out
with new beauty and vigor, under the vast
increase of patronage and circulation sure to
come to them when sight-seeing is everybody's
occupation. Those of us, therefore, who are
doomed to depend upon other sources of in
formation than actual vision, may still hope
to see our disappointments largely compen
As one thinks more closely and carefully
of the occasion, it loses altogether the aspect
of mere gratification to idle curiosity, and be
comes serious and grand in its utility. By
making America the center of the world's
interest for the present season, it will detain at
home a large proportion of those who usually
go to foreign countries for interest and excite
ment. There will be fewer Americans at
continental capitals and watering places. On
the contrary, we may expect almost for the
first time to see a large iuflux of a corres
ponding European class, the wealthy hunters
of pleasure and excitement, bringing back
some of the wealth that our shoddy aris
tocrats have squandered on foreign shores
But what we regard as the most valuable
fruit of the Exhibition, will be the revival of
business, a general improvement in every
branch of art and manufacture. This will
be the natural and almost necessary result,
whether it proves true, as we expect, that we
are in advance of all the rest of the world in
labor-saving inventions, or whether we shall
be found in many things inferior. In the one
case we should push forward with more con
fidence than ever, sure of a wider market for
our manufactures, and in the other case we
should adopt the improvements observed in
others. And in either case the comparison
of different processes and inventions to attain
the same end will surely result in improve
ments on both sides. Inventors and skilled
mechanics will be in close attendance and
study, of course in much larger numbers
from our country than from abroad, though
it is a pleasing sign to notice such meetings
as w r as recently held in Paris for the purpose
of sending a delegation of working men.
There will be many such, and we shall not be
sorry, if, as it is feared by European Gov
ernments, these labor representatives learn
lessons in free government.
We are informed, too, that an association
of German capitalists will be represented to
look especially after the display of ores,
and also that they will send some of their
number to inspect the mines of the Rocky
Mountains. Our fame has crossed the waters,
and the specimens on exhibition from our
mines, will, we are confident, increase the
favorable impression, and prove lodestones
in their attractive power. We wish Saxon
Frieburg, with all its schools of mines, its
processes, experts and capital would move
over to Montana.
Perhaps the fame of our Geyserland will
draw many foreign visitors within our bor
ders and give us another opportunity of ex
tending our fame. In many ways we can
easily see that this Centennial Exhibition has
a practical significance to Montana, though
so far away, and even to us who do not ex
pect to attend.
At last accounts the White Leagurers of
Louisiana were armed and rampant. Only
the blood of Republicans will serve to appease
their wrath.
Alfonso writes to the Pope that the re
ligious toleration clause in the new Spanish
Constitution doesn't amount to much, after
all, and will not hurt "the Church."
A Georgia paper characterizes Senator
Morton's war expenditure as a " two hun
dred and fifty thousand dollar steal." Will
the old soldiers in Indiana make a note of it ?
In four years, by confession of one of the
crooked parties, the Government w T as de
frauded of $1,500,000 by the California
whisky distillers.
The St. Louis Globe-Democrat says : " The
attitude of the Committee on Expenditures in
the Department of Justice, with regard to
Mr. Davenport, strongly resembles the tradi
tional attitude of the countryman who had
the wolf by the ears. They don't know
whether it is worse to hold on or let go."
—When Miss Ida Savage, of Troy, fell the
other day, on the eve of her wedding, and
dislocated her ankle, she nevertheless insisted
upon the completion of the ceremony, if pos
sible. The doctor for a moment Ida Savage
ly, then went to work with the splinters, and
sure enough, the plucky girl was married on
The First Hanging Episode—Judge Lynch
[Extract from a Correspondence ]
There were four of us seated together
around a cheerful pitch pine fire upon the
side of a grassy knoll among the foot hills,
about forty miles from Custer. One of the
party was a mountaineer, the rest were mem
bers of a large, well-armed train of Black
Hillers, then toiling and working its way
through a wilderness of sage brush, endeav
oring to reach the trail our party had discov
ered a few hours before. We bad selected a
spot for rest where the wind or sun, or per
haps both, had cleared away the snow from
about a huge pine knot, almost petrified by
age. The grass, too, was quite luxuriant,
and offered an inducement ior us to halt and
rest until the train came up. The fire lighted
and the knot in a blaze, we brought forth our
pipes to smoke, and watch the misty curtain
rise. 'Twas a glorious scene on that crisp,
frosty morning, and the man that died there
that day should have felt proud of his mag
nificent death chamber. Nature seems to
have lavished unlimited wealth of beauty
upon the Black Hills, and fate seems to have
led Dick Burnett to the most beautiful spot
in the Hills in which to die. While we were
calmly smoking around the fire, watching the
misty canopy rise like a feathery veil from
the valley beneath us ; while we silently ad
mired the magnificent background of glisten
ing snow ana bright green pines, which in
the morning sun appeared more beautiful
than ever before ; while we were thus qui
etly admiring the beautiful, blood-red, iron
tinctured valley below us, now plainly visible
beneath the slowly rising curtain of mist, ad
miring the winding creek in its center, which
with its broad fringe of orange-colored Ivin
nekinnic willow, appeared like a huge yel
low snake in a basin of blood, a man rode
suddenly upon us.
Each spring to his feet, rifle in hand. The
stranger turned his horse away in alarm and
rode quickly away. He was a white man,
and we could not and had no reason to halt
him. He rode out to the side of the road and
dismounted. Then he proceeded to arrange
and write upon some paper, which lie placed
in his bosom, and after some hesitation, led
bis horse towards our surprised party and
baited about thirty paces distant, rille and
pistol in hand.
"Hallo there!"
" Hallo yourself ! "
" Is this the Custer road ?"
"Don't know. I've been lost all nicht.
Who are you?"
" Pil grims from Cheyenne. Been lost on
Jenny's trail two days."
Then the lonely stranger rode up and stood
restlessly awaiting interrogation. He said
he had left Custer two days before ; that he
was drunk when he left, and did not know
what lie had done or liow he had got lost.
He received a lot of letters from our party,
and soon afterwards bade us adieu. He said
he was going to the States, and we bade him
to look out for his scalp, and said good-bye.
Poor fellow ! Unfortunate drunk ! It cost
him bis life. It was late in tbe afternoon
when we met him again. We were in a dry
camp, a camp in which snow must be melted
for water for man aud beast. The boys were
busy at work shoveling snow into the camp
kettles, and melting it for the horses. Sup
per was over and the guards were out. A
shot awoke tbe reverberating echoes of the
hills, and a minute afterwards every man of
the fifty-five " pilgrims " were prepared for
duty. A party of vigilantes rode into the
camp ; they had come upon the guard sud
denly, and had been fired upon. They were
rough-looking men, but all quite civil. They
inquired for a lawyer. We had one and he
came forward. They asked for a judge ; we
had none, so they elected one. They asked
for a preacher, but found none. A clerk
was found in tbe reporter. They had brought
back the strange man of the morning. He
was a prisoner, and seemed to realize his po
sition. He called the reporter and handed
him back his mail matter, and requested
him to write a few short letters for him.
This was done and he signed them while the
Court was being held—the Judge seated on a
pile of harness, the jury on a wagon tongue.
"Dick Burnett!" shouted one of these
strange, cruel men. Dick turned to the re
porter, and, handing him his papers and two
or three pictures, said in a trembling, chok
ing voice : " It's all over with me, 1 reckon.
They all know me and it's no use squeal
He walked over to the wagon, while two of
the party started to a barkless old cottonwood
tree, where a lariat was thrown over a pro
jecting limb.
"Dick Burnett," said old Col. Lyon"
"you've been caught in the act of stealing
horses from the people of these hills. You
have also been found guilty of shooting and
wounding, with intent to kill, Peter S. Lam
bert, and with stealing his horse. This ere
party of good and true men have settled this
fact, and say you must hang. What have
you to say against it ?"
Dick, while old man Lyon was speaking,
manifested little or no feeling. He looked in
the faces of all and seemed to expect some in
terference from the members of our train.
He paused for a moment, then be said :
" I know 1 shot Pete Lambert, but he
wanted to get the drop on me. I took bis
horse, and I may have taken a few others,
but what I done I done when I was drunk.
If I've got to swing, I'll do it like a man.
only cive me time to fix up matters afore I
^ _ yy ^
Then the poor fellow sat down, and with
tears in his eyes wrote a letter to his father
in Steubenville, Ohio, and one to his brother
in St. Louis, and still another to a lady in
Coshocton, Ohio. Then he arose, and dash
ing the tears from his bloodshot eyes, said he
was ready. He gave his rifle and a horse to
Col. Lyon, to be sent back to the owner, Pete
Lambert, and folding bis arms, walked to
the tree. For a moment he hesitated. Life
w r as sweet to him (he was not thirty.) But
he was seized and pushed forward to the
tree, aud mounted tbe horse without hesi
tation. Then the tears came gushing from
his eyes, while his arms were belted down to
his side. Tbe rope was passed over bis neck,
and drawn taut. Another minute and the
horse received a blow which sent it galloping
down the valley, and Dick Burnett was
struggling between heaven and earth. It was
soon "over, tbe rope was untied, and he fell to
the earth, and was left to the pilgrims to
bury. We rolled him up in his saddle blanket,
and interred him in the blood-red soil of
" Red Cannon " with a pine board at his head
inscribed, Richard Burnett, of Steubenville,
Ohio. Died Feb. 26, 1876.
^ •"--
—A resident of Madison, Conn., latch
buried bis seventh wife.

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