Newspaper Page Text
il îy mm îfis Sc Volume xiii. Helena, Montana, Thursday, October 16, 1879. No. 48 PUBLISHED EVERY THURSDAY MORNING. FISK BROS., - - Publishers. R. E. FISK, - - - - Editor. TEEMS OF SUBSCRIPTION, TERMS FOR TIIE DAILY HERALD. Subscribers (delivered by carrier) per month, $2 00 BY MAIL. One copy one month............................$ 2 00 One copy three months......................... f> 00 One copy six months........................... 9 00 One copy one year............................. 18 00 .EKMS FOR THE WEEKLY HERALD. One year........................................$5 00 Six months...................................... 3 00 Three months................................... 1 50 rovirs kpllls. My love wa lovelier than the dawn, And fairer than the iose; She'd i'old n hair and deep blue eyes, And -lightly turned up nose; I loved the bangs upon her brow. The ruffles on her gown ; Oh, madly did I dote on her, Till she went out of town. My horrid business held me fast; I could nor leave my home. Reside the gentle,gurgling brook Wirb her I loved to roam. Yet I bade cruel fortune grim Her direst woes to wreak, For we 1 I knew mv love would write A let ter every week. Oil, wretched day when came the post ! lier letter proved no prize, She never crossed a single t, And did not dot her i s; Rut worse, far worse, than all of that— Her shame how can I t 11? Though fairer than all Vassar girls, My (tailing could not spell; Such trifles as a dot or cross You easily pass by, You even do not groan much o'er Relittliug of the I ! Rut when she writes 1-u-v, love, It take« away your breath, And it doesn't cheer your heart to read, •'My deer, i'ni yurs til dcth." You can forgive a purchased braid, A t oth or two thar's false, And love her if she walk awry, Or stumble in the waltz; Rut when she writes of 1-u-v, And thinks you are a "deer," The wheels tint run the love machine Seem somehow out of gear. I wrote unto my darling love • That we at otice must part. Although I feared the loss of her Would burst my throbbing heart, And yet I frankly said to her, 'I could not hear for life Suclt disregard of Webster's rules, Such spelling in a wife. ' If I'd been horn in olden days. When every one spelled queer, I might have borne such Ignorance In one I held so dear; But a- this world is now made up, Why, this I know quite well, I'll find, b fore I take a wife, A woman who can spell. —Arthur Lot in Puck. THAI UKADWOOU FIRE. Nome of the Scenes Which Were to be Witnessed. The special dispatch sent from Deadwood to the Chicago Times concerning the great fire at that place last Friday, contains some points not touched upon by the Associated Press reports, as follows : Scores of fine brick buildings, just erected, and which were of the most handsome and costly designs, are now a smoldering pile of ashes. Two thousand people are walking the streets to-night homeles, and many of them utterly destitute. Some of them are peo ple who a few days ago were considered in good circumstances, but whose all consisted in town property, which has now turned into smoke and ashes. The fire originated in a email frame shanty, known as the Empire Bakery, on Sherman street, and which was situated in the middle of a block of the worst tire traps in the city, constructed of highly inflammable material, which, when once ig nited burns like so much chaff. The same place ha 9 on several occasions been the cause of great alarm among the property holders, from the fact of a fire breaking out in the back room three different times in the past year. This time the fire was caused by a drunken baker upsetting a coal-oil lamp. When the building was once ablaze all efforts to extinguish it were of no avail. The flames pierced every crack in the old hovel, igniting buildings on each side, and following one another. When the flames reach the hard ware store of Jensen & Bliss, three doors from the scene of its origin,- eight kegs of blasting powder exploded with terrific force, seeming to tear the heavens asunder and shake the mountains from their strong foot ings. The blast blew sparks for a great dis tance on every side, igniting every building within their reach. At this time it seemed as though the gulch and hillsides were one solid sheet of fire. The fire departments were promptly on the spot, at the first sound of the alarm, but the flames soon swallowed up the entire hook and ladder apparatus, hose and hose carriage. This left everything at the mercy of the liâmes, which were being fanned by a good stiff breeze. An attempt was made to get water liom the Boulder ditch, which runs almost directly over that portion of the town where the lire w as tiercest, but the w ater had either been shut off or would not fluw a sufficiently strong current to throw the water to the burning buildings. Otherwise much property would have been saved. Dozens of lumilies who were living in upper stories of business blocks barely escaped with their lives, in their night clothes. The fiâmes spread with lightning rapidity, and everyt tauig was abandoned to be swallowed up by the greedy element. Lower Sherman stree w as inhabited principally by the demi-monde, whose houses were furnished elegantly, but not a thing was saved except what the crea tures of sin wore on their backs when they emerged from their burning palaces. In one of these houses was the dead body of ayouug Chicago girl, who bad died the day previous, for whose funeral extensive arrangements were being made, and which was rescued with great difficulty by a heroic undertaker and taken to the outskirts of the city. The fire, after passing down Sherman street, crossed through Lee to Main, down Main to Gold and Wall, and back on the hill-side, three squares, taking everything in its track. In the other direction it extended up Sher man street a distance of two blocks, where it was checked by the blowing up of a few small frame buildings, thus saving the fash ionable residences in Inglesle and Cleveland. The fire passed over an area of twenty-five acres, sweeping down a total of about one 150 business bouses and seventy-five residences, and entailing a loss of nearly $0,000,000. The estimate is formed by men who are well posted as to the value of property and goods destroyed. Upon all this there was probably not over $100,000 insurance. The granaries were filled with thousands of bushels of this year's grain crop, and many merchants bad received most of their fall and winter stocks which were very heavy this year, all of which were destroyed. All the newspaper offices felegiaph offices, Masonic, Odd Fellows and Knights of Pythias halls were destroyed The Daily Pioneer , which was recently pui chased in the interest of the Homes)ake com piny for $0,000 is a total loss. The Daily Times saved a small portion of its body type and forms, but lost all else. The telegraph company lost about $500. All the battery tools and instruments saved. One set a total loss. The government signal office and United States military telegraph station in this city lost nearly all of the meteorological instruments, but saved the records. The Pioneer has ordered a complete outfit for an eight-column daily paper, including a power press. Immediately on the breaking out of the fire, the telepraph office was placed in the grocery of R. D. Kelly, outside of the limit of the fire, and two operators have been kept busy night and day with the immense rush of commercial and press messages during the terrible conflagration. The Inventors of the Guillotine and Bow ie Knife. It is rather hard luck to have one's name inseparably attached for all time to an instru ment for killing human being9. This was the misfortune of Dr. Joseph Ignace Guillo tine, who really had no share in the inven tion of the dreadful machine which figures so repulsively in French revolutionary annals. And now it turns out that Col. James Bowie, the hero of the Alamo, after whom bovvie knifes were called, was a mild, pleasant, and by no means a homicidal person, w T ho mere ly invented a convenient and useful knife for hunting, and never had a serious, "personal difficulty" in his life. Others found 1Ù9 knife a handy thing in personal encounters, and brought it into fashion for such emer gences. So says Col. Bowie's old friend, the Hon. George M. Patrick, of Texas, who is reported in the Galveston Neics to have de scribed Col. Bowie as a brave soldier, and not by any means a hot-tempered bully. Chinese Wall. An American engineer, who, being engag ed in the construction ot a railroad in China, has had unusually favorable opportunities for examining the Great Wall built to obstruct the incursions of the Tartars, gives the fol lowing account of this wonderlul work : The wall is 1,728 miles long, 18 feet wide at the bottom, and 15 feet thick at the top. The foundation throughout is of solid granite, the remainder of compact masonry. At intervals of between 200 and 300 yards towers rise up, 25 or 30 feet high, and 24 feet in diameter. On the top of the wall and on each side of it are masonry parapets to enable the defenders to pass unseen from one tower another. The wall itself is carried from point to point in a perfectly straight line, across valleys and hills without the slightest regard to the configura tion of the ground, sometimes plunging down into abysses a thousand feet deep. Brooks and smaller rivers are bridged over by the wall, while on the banks of larger streams strong flanking towers are placed. . — «< ►» --■ Wk believe that the American race horse is an animal superior to his English progeni tor for any distance in our own or a similar climate. The transportation of American thoroughbreds to England for'competition with English horses, under English rules and in a new and trying climate, is to our disad vantage. It is noteworthy that no English man has }'et ventured to import racers to America to compete with ours on the turf. They are imported as breeders only. If Mr. Lorillard or Mr. Sandford or some of the large breeders in Kentucky are wise they will fling down the glove to English turfmen by challenging them to come over to America with some of their best "cracks" and tackle us as we have so long been tackling them. a TIIRULLIaG adventure. A item ark able Dual Hide Tbrotigb Korn C'auyou. Bis Two adventurous miners recently took a ride through Big Horn Canyon in the Yellow- stone, never before traversed by man. Had they been abie graphically to describe their adventure they would have told a taie sel- dom equaled in thrilling incidents. Wishin to save 2U0j miles travel around the mouu tains they concluded to try the canyon. With some tools they had in their mining camp they built a frail craft at the bottom of the canyon, having previously taken down their material of red cedar. Tue boat was made 12 feetiODg, three feet wide and upon trial was found to carry its cargo of freight and passengers admirably. !3o on the morning of the 23d of July they untied it and pushed out into the current. The rush of the river, which before starting was almost deafening, was terrible as the boat started on its journey through this unknown gorge. To go back was impossible ; to climb the solid limestone walls wiiich rose 50Ü feet above their heads, where a narrow streak of light lighted up their course was not to be entertained as a means of escape ; through they must go, trusting to their ability to avoid rocks, and to the strength of their craft to run the rapids, which they met at every bend of the canyon. The loudest hallo was heard as a whisper. Grottoes, caverns, unknown recesses ot na- ture were passed by these navigators. In places tioeks of mountain sheep, startled by the appearance of the curiosity rushing by below them, would run along a ledge of rocks, jump from crag to crag, where foot iug for man womd he impossible, and dis- appear. Evening coming on they attempted to tie up for the night. Tney worked the boat close to shore, jumped out and away went the craft carrying the guns and provisions With starvation behind them and hardly £ foothold before them their chances for keep- ing on were doubtful, when they luckily found two logs, which they lashed* together with their belts, and again trusting to the river, ai.d still more dangerous rocks, they set out to search for their boat, which they found two miles below, where it had stopped in an eddy.- On the afternoon of the third, day, while wondering how much longer the Big Horn Canyon could possibly be, they suddenly shot out into the beautiful Big Horn Valley, with Fort C. F. Smith on their right. - m ►► - SENATOR BLAINE. Incidents Showing; his Heninrknble Memory lor Names and Faces. [Correspondence from Ohio.] "Blaine was entering the dining-room. Dr Welrich, of Martin's Ferry, stepped up and said: 'Mr. Blaine.' Blaine turned immedi ately and replied: 'Why, Israel Welrich, sure as I'm alive. I'm glad to see you, old friend.' He had not seen Welrich since 1844, or heard of him. "Again,another old man asked him : 'Don't you remember me?' 'Why, yes, said Blaine, calling his name, T saw you thirty-five years ago at Caldwell's mills.' " 'No/ was the reply, T never was there ; you are mistaken. "'No, I'm not,' said Blaine, and named the day, as many years ago, and an incident of the day. "The old man brightened up and said : Well, I'll be doggoned, but you're right. I was there, and I've never been there since." " 'Nor I either,' said Blaine. "The editor of a weekly paper in eastern Ohio was presented to him. 'How do you do, Mr.--?' asked Mr. Blaine, cordially shak ing his hand. 'You are editor of the--, I believe, I remember meeting you during the last campaign, when 1 was speaking in Ohio. You had just taken your cousin in with you then. Is he still with you ?' This is the incident, as the newspaper man told it to me, and he added : 'I had but a minute's talk with Blaine when I saw him first.'" - » - How we Squander Our Altai Riches. The genius of our civilization in its phys iological aspect is to make spendthrifts of us all of our vital riches. It includes no such aim as race improvement. True, some youth ful culture of head and heart is supposed to reach after that object. But it does not. It looks only to immediate success in social dis tinctions, or to winning competitive struggles, not to the more remote objects of our im provement as a race. Indeed, the instances in which physical degeneration, by the pre vailing injudicious and highly prized culture, is not thereby begun, are altogether excep tional. Compare the highly educated son with his father, and a perceptible diminution in the grade of constitutional stamina is nearly always manifest. Continue the pro cess for a generation or tw 7 o, and a progres sive deterioration will ensue until there are only sickly boys to grow up into invalid man hood. Very few ever think of, and yet fewer ever seek after, the accumulation of vital riches. Only when brought to suffering and poverty of this kind is the mind aroused to any interest in this subject. Prior to the in ception of disease, a thoughtless squandering of vital reserve is what our social practices systematically encourage ; and when as a de bility, disease and untimely death ensue, these are not regarded as the evidences of a fatal flaw in the existing system of ^ civiliza tion, but as matters of prevision which alone concern providence and the doctors. The constitutional vigor, thus so blindly spent, renders frequent demands upon the highest resources of the healing art urgently neces sary. And it must be confessed that in pro longing the life of defective blood there are displayed a skill and care never before equalled. a it its of a Great, Enterprises. [American Socialist] The present time is fruitful in schemes of great magnitude. There are already pro jected. A new suspension bridge over Niagara river. A new Atlantic cable in addition to that now in process of construction. A ship canal across the Isthmus of Darien. A ship-canal across the same strip of land, separating two oceans. A railroad over the Desert of Sahara, con necting Algeria and Soudan. A canal, which, conveying the waters of the Mediterranean into the sands of Africa, shall make a great inland sea and fertilize arid wastes. The establishment of water communica tion between the Black and Caspian Seas. Add to these enterprises, most of which seem likely to be undertaken in the near future. Edison's scheme for utilizing the sun's heat. Edison's scheme for utilizing electricity. The various plans of geographical dis covery. The solution of the mysteries of Central Africa, and the civilization of its savages. The destruction of the world's plague. The emancipation of every slave. Universal education. The adjustment of the relation of labor and capital. The solution of the population question. The discovery and adoption of the final form of society. And we need not fear that the world's great thinkers and doers will get out of work and have to go tramping for a long time to come. Were tlie Apostles Married Men? [Baltimore Gazette,] Some of the highly cultivated Boston people who have a theory that entirely too mut-h attention is paid to woman in this day ot civilization, are coming to the front with some puzzling facts. They want to know; whether any of the twelve Apostles ever married or whether there is any record in the Bible or elsewhere of any of their children. If there was a Mrs. Matthew, Mark, Luke or John, nobody ever heard of her. They point to the fact that Christ had brothers and sis- ters but no wife or daughter; there is no woman in the Trinity. Women were not permitted to speak in the early Christian Churches. The Bible takes no more account of women generally than the Koran or any other Oriental book. The ancient Greeks were the only people who gave women in those days a partnership in the affairs of life —and they were Pagans and idolaters. This is really horrifying, and the ladies should call an indignation meeting in every city in the land. They might establish the fact that one of the Apostles was a married man, for we are told that one of the relatives of öimon Peter's wife was sick of a fever on a certain occasion. ------ ■> >► ^ -- How a Texas Lawyer Won a Jury. [Dajlas Herald.] Ex-Gov. J. W. Throckmorton certainly un derstands all the arts of an old Texan. In his speech defending Ed. Bomar, at Gaines ville, alter having spoken about an hour he said : „Gentlemen of the Jury—It is said by the prosecution that because the deceased was in his shirt sleeves when killed, he had no pis tol." Here Sir. Throckmorton pulled off his coat and stood before the jury in his shirt sleeves. 'You would say," continued Mr. Throck morton, "that I am not armed because I am in my shirt sleeves. Look!'do you see my arms ?" cried he, holding up his hands. No signs of arms could be seen. Mr. Throckmorton then drew a pistol[from under his left arm, another from under his right, one from each boot, and a huge bowie knife from the back of his neck, placing them upon the table. "You see gentlemen, though in my shirt sleeves, I could be well armed." This was a clincher and it carried the point, entirely destroying the^argument of the pros ecution. ^ ^ ^ ^ An Old Bell. In the belfry of the Episcopal church at Ellicottsvile, N. Y., there is a bell which was cast in Moscow in 1808, and was one of a chime for the cathedral which was burned during Napoleon's Russian campaign. Along with other old metal this bell was brought to New York by a sea captin, as ballast for his vessel. Eventually it was carried to Troy, and became the property of a well-known bell founder of that city. It was there discovered by a member of the Ellicottsvile parish, who purhased and gave it to the church. Its condition is sound and its tone still good. A former resident of Zululand describes the assegai as between a spear and an arrow, about five feet long, made of tough wood, and tipped with an iron arrow point ; being slender, though strong and heavy, several can be carried by each man. It is thrown like a javelin, and the Zulus are said to be very expert in throwing it, and it is used hand to hand in close encounters. He says the mealie resembles our Indian corn. The kraal is a village of from 20 to 100 huts, made of mud, grass, stick, ect., and its com plement seems to be a great cattle pen. The Zulu industry appears to be largely pastoral, and does not run to towns or settled habita tions. Hence there are no great collections of property to be destroyed, nor strategic points to be occupied. as A NEW YORK NOTES. Returned Fashionables and What They Are Doiug--A Woman's Lament- Theatrical—Some of the Best Plays, Ete. [CORRESPONDENCE OF THE HERALD.] New Y^ork, Sept. 30, 1S79. (Jur beautiful city' has once more awaken ed from its long mid-summer lethargy, and most of our fashionables are again seen on the Avenue (by which, of course, I meant Fifth Avenue) and Broadway. Or, in the words of one of the paragraph fiends, "From Hampshire'« granite mountains, From Newport's golden sands, From Saratoga's fountains They're coming back in bands And some will come back gladly To luxury and ease; And some will come back sadly To chickory and cheese." The gay season has not commenced here, however, notwithstanding the return of the natives. That does not fairly open until late in December, but we have been roused out of that dead calm which so oppresses New 7 York during the summer months, making it like some plague-stricken place. I think a duller spot than this is in dog-days can not be found under the blue canopy. The only people who show any animation at all are the dog-catch ers and the strangers within our gates. Coun try friends, for some reason known only to themselves, always come "to town" just when there is nothing to see and nothing to do, and go strolling about the hot streets, gazing up at the elevated railways and tall buildings like the truly benighted wanderers they are. But with the first autumnal breeze all this is changed. The country folk hustle home to their husking-bees and apple gatherings and the New 7 Yorkers return, some of them to luxury and case, but many of them, sure enough, to "chickory and cheese." Shutters are opened on the fashionable streets, the large shops are filled with stylish women, the theatres are opened and the streets are gay with handsome equippages. In short, we unfurl our banners to the breeze, as it w r ere, about the first of September and prepare for active life. I confess I should like to take a peep at the "walkers," but it is not exactly the thing for a lady to do. Oh, dear! the misery of be longing to the sisterhood! It is that great French cynic, Alphonse Karr, I believe, who says that woman's doom is imprisonment for life with the death penalty at the end, a hor rible sentiment which has far more of truth than fiction about it, unfortunately. The Union Square Theatre opened last week with an American play by Bartley Campbell, entitled, "My Partner," which is said to be one of the best dramas ever pro duced by native talent. The scene is laid in California and all of the incidents and scenes of early life on the Pacific coast are depicted with a masterly hand. Ot course it is well mounted and strongly cast at the Union Square. Mr. Southern has been playing "Brother Sam" at the Park, and John T. Raymond "Wolfort's Roost" at Wallacks. Mr. Daly has taken the old Wood's Museum and converted it into the handsomest comedy theatre in the city, but at present his com pany is weak. Boucicault has Booth's The atre and is playing in one of his own dramas. The Bowery Theatre, one of the old land marks, has been entirely reconstructed and is now as fine as any of the up-town places of amusement. It will hereafter be devoted to the German drama. It is almost to be re gretted that this old haunt of the newsboys, boot-blacks and other East-side characters has been changed from its old well known character. It is the one theatre in the city with a history and we had learned to regard it almost with veneration as something be longing to the past glory of the early drama in New York, where the elder Booth, Charles Kean and Forest were the leading stars in the theatrical empyrean. Since our infancy almost we have all been familiar with the tra ditions and legends connected with the "Old Bowery" and it seemed as though some of the sacred memories were being trundled out ruthlessly with the bricks and old mortar which the workmen dumped into the street as indifferently as if they had been common stuff. It is one sad feature of our country that nothing is ever allowed to become old here. Nothing is sacred from the touch of the progressionist. FANNIE PALMER. A dreadful story is reported from France. A young sportsman went shooting. In a wood he met a charming young girl, the daughter of a neighboring farmer. Falling into conversation with her he set his gun up against a tree, and sat down himself on a knoll with the fair enchantress. The girl's father going by that way saw the loving couple, crept softly through the wood behind them, seized the lover's gun—and—disap peared with it! Moral: a lover and a shot gun cannot both remain in one place.