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Volume xiii.
Helena, Montana, Thursday, October 16, 1879.
No. 48
- - Publishers.
R. E. FISK, -
- - - Editor.
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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.
Nome of the Scenes Which Were to be
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.
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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.
TIIRULLIaG adventure.
A item ark able Dual Hide Tbrotigb
Korn C'auyou.
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
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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
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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
Great, Enterprises.
[American Socialist]
The present time is fruitful in schemes of
great magnitude. There are already pro
A new suspension bridge over Niagara
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
Edison's scheme for utilizing the sun's
Edison's scheme for utilizing electricity.
The various plans of geographical dis
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
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
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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
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.
Returned Fashionables and What They
Are Doiug--A Woman's Lament-
Theatrical—Some of the Best
Plays, Ete.
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.
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.

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