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ny ï Êâ i n, I m w % R ix Sc Volume xiii. Helena, Montana, Thursday, October 23, 1879. No. 49 c\ PUBLISHED EVERT THURSDAY MORNING. FISK BROS., - - Publishers. R. E. FISK, - Editor. TERMS OF SUBSCRIPTION. TERMS FOR THE DAILY HERALD. Subscribers (delivered by carrier) per month, $2 00 BY MAIL. One copy one month............................f 2 00 One copy three months......................... 5 00 One copy six months........................... 9 00 One copy one year............................. 18 00 .jfKMS FOR THE WEEKLY HERALD. One year........................................|5 00 Six months...................................... 3 00 Three month*................................... 1 50 NOBODY'S CAT. He comes again, that sneaking scamp; That, rile, disreputable tramp; That yellow cat, with one eye out And minus half his tail—the lout; His scanty hair torn out in fight— A wretch forlorn, a scanty sight. I mind me well not long ago He paced tnese fields a fu 1 fledged beau, His whiskered heaa, his dainty paw, His glossy coat without a flaw, His well curled tail, his high bred stare Proclaimed him favored 01 the fair. Ah, then, his food was creamy milk, His be ! a loumre of down and silk ; A darling mistress sought his weal, No grief her petted puss might feel. By night, by day, he went his ways, Well surfeited with love and praise. But now, you beast, you wretched wight, Begone from decent people's sight. (Jo steal from swine your moldy bit, Make hasre my premises to quit. Or else be pelted well with stones. There, now, jog on, old crazy bones. But what is this that dims my eyes ? W hat st rrings of my soul arise ? There's something human in your look, A something that I cannot brook. That bov «11 mine in foreign lands, Afar from re: ch of loving hands. Tolled on by Fortune's fickle beams, Only to see their lading gleams ; (For some get wealth and some get pain, And some get want und others gain,) In lib 's liar I race, oh! what if he A friendless, homeless «andrer be I Come back, Grimalkin, wretched thief, For all your pains now here's relief; A kindly hand to stroke your fur, A bed where you may dream and purr, No more on winter nights to roam, For here are friends and here a home. A Remarkable Crime. [Asheville, N. C. Telegram, 29th ult. One of the most remarkable trials on re cord was concluded in the superior court of this county to-day. The accused, William Lydia, was arrested several months since charged jointly with another man with the castration of Charles Morris, a man of 21 years, of respectable connections. Morris and the accused had been paying attention to the same lady but a few months prior to the occurrence lor which the accused was tried. His riva! had got the better of him in the affections of the young lady, and they be came engaged to be married. Upon being informed of this state of things Lydia became terribly enraged. A few w eeks later he met Morris in the woods, and, with the assistance of a companion, threw him down by a tree, to the trunk of which he bound him. Lydia took his knife and coolly proceeded to unsex him. Whether this was done to prevent Morris' marriage with a young lady of their joint affections is not, of course, known. Lydia was convicted and sentenced to sixty years in tttate Prison. Wbat Came of Trutitiiisr a Stowaway. An officer of a Philadelphia steamship company relates the following story : "I was on a ship once goiDg to Rio, when they dragged out a stowaway and put him to work. One day he came to me, and, being a man of fine address and education, had no difficulty in convincing me that he was making his es cape from a German literary institution, where he had witnessed as second a fatal duel. He said be had money, and showed me several hundred pounds in notes of the Bank of England. He was willing to be con sidered a stowaway in order that his name should not appear in the cabin list. Could I help him to get out of the ship at Rio? I readily promised, and gave him for £350 in Bank of England notes Mexican dollars and doubloons. He got out of the ship all right at Rio, and I carried my notes back to Eng land, where I found on attempting to deposit them in a bank, that they were base counter feits, and that my intellectual stowaway was an cscaDed burglar and forger, and that I had become his victim." A solid North. [Globe-Democrat ] Mr. Thos. A. Hendricks, as he grows older is developing an increasing facility for mak ing an ass of himself in public. In a recent speech he declared that the demand for a solid North was rank treason. He paid a very poor compliment to the intelligence of his hearers in taking it for granted that they did not know that the cry for a solid North only was not an original proposition at all, but a responsive echo to the cry for a solid South which he and his Democratic friends have been uttering for more than two years. If there is treason in the demand for a solid North, why is there not treason in the de mand for a solid South? The solid North never was talked about until the solid South had become an accomplished and portentous fact, threatening the peace of the whole country and bringing before every patriotic mind the bloody scenes of 1861-5. 1 of a a it of $6 MIMING IN MONTANA. Treasures or the Silver Trees and Stem pie Districts. [From Z. L. White'« Letter in N. Y. Tribune, Oct. 4.) The Penobscot Company owns 3,000 feet on the vein, and it is the intention of the sup erintendent to continue his main shaft dow 100 feet further as soon as a large pump now on the ground can be put in place. The mine is connected with the mill by means of an in clined tramway, which is, I should think, at least half a mile long and is built most of the way on trestlework. The cars starting from the top of shaft run by the force of gravity to the mill, and can deliver the ore at least twice as fast as the mill can crush it. The mill at present contains 40 stamps and 20 more are about to be added. It crushes, cn an average, one ton to each stamp in 24 hours The rock has to be broken much finer in this mill than in any other gold mine I ever visit ed. The precious metal iu the rocks is in re markably tine ^articles, which escape in the tailings unless the utmost care is exercised to preserve them. While iû the black hills not more than 10 per cent of the gold in the ore is lost, although the rock is put through the mills at the rate of 2£ tons to a stamp in 24 hours, and the tailings are made to pass over only one copper plate covered with quicksil ver, and that is cleaned only twice a month, at the Penobscot the lowest estimate of loss, I have heard, is 15 percent, and some put it as high as 40 per cent, although the tailings are passed over at least two plates that are cleaned every day, and afterward passed through a vanniDg machine, which also saves considerable of the gold and silver that es capes Irom the amalgam. The superintendent of the mine informed me that he saved from $18 to $27 worth of gold out of every ton of ore run through the mill (ab »ut 40 tons a day at present), and that he soft, rich ores, of which seven or eight ions are reduced in a day by means of an anisrra, produce from $50 to $100 a ton. am told by bankers in Helena that the mine now producing about $23,000 a month, is which thows that the average grade of the ore is nearer the lower than the higher of these estimates. Half a mile down on the eastern slope of the ridge is a group of gold mines, only one of which I had time to examine. This is the Hickey and Blue Bird, owned by two old prospectors, Messrs. Cotter and Hickey, whose patience and industry have at last been rewarded. The shaft on this mine is down only 120 feet and the drifts on the veins are not long, but these two men have already taken out of their property more than $100, 000 worth of gold, have paid all expenses in cident to their enterprise, bought a small five stamp mill and have a handsome balance to their credit in the bank. The Hickey Mine has many of the characteristics of the Penob scot ; the walls of the vein are remarkably well defined ; the vein is from 3£ to 7 feet wide ; but the ore is of a different character, being a very hard, white quartz, which in most mines would be very barren. The ore is remarkably rich, producing about $45 a ton. I saw at the United States Assay Of fice in this city to-day the Hickey brick for the last two weeks of August, and it was worth between $4,000 and $5,000. The monthly product of the mine is about $8,000. The second mine in importance in the Stemple or Silver Creek District is the Bel mont, about 900 feet below the Penobscot, and two miles distant. This mine is chiefly owned by Messrs. Frue and Vestel, who 1 ought it in May of last year. The forma tion of the mountain here is the same as that in which the Penobscot is—granite, capped with slate. All of the workings of the origi nal owners of the mine were in the slate, but the present company has driven its tunnels into the granite, and has found the gold-bear ing quartz vein in that. The Belmont mine has been opened by means of five tunnels piercing the mountain, which is very steep at that point, one tunnel being directly above the other. As the vein is some distance in from the face of the mountain, this method of opening has been quite expensive, but now that it is nearly completed the mine can be managed very economically, since the water will run out of the adits and will not have to be raised with pumps. In the second and third tunnels from the bottom I saw a fine body of ore, which undoubtedly extends from one to the other and will probably be struck by the lower tunnel when it is driven a little further. The ore is hard, white quartz sometimes stained with oxide of iron and manganese, and produces from $14 to $19 to a ton. The particles of gold in this ore, like those of the Penobscot, are exceedingly fine, and, although every known device for saving it is employed, from 20 to 40 per cent of it escapes. The product of the mine with a 20 stamp mill is about $12,000 a month. There are several other mines of good re pute in the Stemple District which I did not have time to visit during my two days' stay there. Among these the best known are the Whippoorwill and Drum Lummon, the latter a new discovery, in which it is said a body of low-grade ore nearly sixty feet wide has been found. The former is an old location, now producing about $8,000 a month. The cost of mining and reducing the ores of this district is from $4 to $7 a ton. Com mon laborers are paid $3 a day at the Pen obscot and skilled miners, engineers, etc., $3.27. Table board for workingmen cost $6 a week, and they may build their own cabins iu which to live, or hire of those who own them. Timber is plenty, both for fuel and use in the mines, but water is rather scarce. I believe that the Stemple District will be fore long take high rank among the gold-pro ducing regions of the United States. Its 4.) at present monthly output is estimated by bank ers in Helena at $50,000, and developments has as yet only begun. What the district needs most is capital and intelligent expen diture of it. Almost all of the mines in which promising discoveries have been made are owned by men who have no money and no influential friends through whom they can obtain it. They are obliged, therefore, to work one half or two-thirds of the time for wages in order to get money enough to buy provisions to last them during the remainder of the time while they are at work in their own tunnel or shaft. At this rate it takes years to open a mind and make it productive Who was the bad Boy ? Little Annie was prettily dressed and stand ing in front of the house waiting for her mother to go to ride. A tidy boy, dressed in coarse clothes, was passing, when the little girl said; "Come here, boy, and s'ake hands with me, dot a boy dus like you named Bobby." The boy laughed, shook hands with her and said ; » 'Tve got a little girl just like you, only she hasn't got a little cloak with pussy fur on it." Here a woman came out of the door and said : "AnDie you must not talk with bad boys on the street ; I hope you haven't taken any thing from her ? Go away, and never stop here again, boy." That evening a lady was called down to speak to a boy in tbe hall. He was very neatly dressed and stood with his cap in his hand. It was the enemy of the morning. "I came to tell you that I was not a bad boy," he said : "I go to Sunday school and help my mother all I can. I never tell lies, nor quarrel, nor say bad words, and I don't like a lady to call me names and ask me if I've stolen her little girl's clothing from her." "I'm very glad you are so good," said the lady, laughing at the boy's earnestness Here is a quarter of a dollar for you." '1 don't want that," said Bob, holding his head very high. "My father works in a foundry and has lots of money. You have got a bigger boy than me, haven't you ?" "Yes, why ?" "Does he know the commandment?" "I'm afraid not very well." "Can he say the Sermon on the Mount and the Twenty-third Psalm and the Golden Rule ?" "I'm very much afraid he cannot," said the lady, laughing at the boy's bravery. 'Does he ride his pony on Sunday instead of going to church ?" "Iam afraid he does, but he ought not," said tbe lady, blushing a little. "Mother don't know I came here," said the bright little rogue, "but I thought I would just come around and see what kind of folks you were, and I guess mother would rather your boy would not come around our door, because she don't like Mamie to talk to bad boys in the street. Good evening !" and the boy was gone. I in a A Vermont Parrot's Acquirements Among the many interesting accounts of smart, educated parrots, allow me to tell you of a bird that is an honor and an ornament to the State of Vermont. She i9 the most prom inent member in the household of Oscar Dix, of Dummerston. As far as beauty is con cerned, neither she nor I have anything to say. A strange, unfortunate habit which she has of pulling out her own feathers gives her the appearance of having come off defeated from some hen fight. Her remaining plumage is of the usual parrot green, but in this case it is not emblematic of their intelligent posses sor. The charm of her talking lies in her clear, distinct enunciation, and the veriest stranger could understand what she says. She sings several songs, "Shoo Fly," "Little Brown Jug," both sings and whistles the tnne of "Yankee Doodle," and executes with great spirit the old-time "round" ; Scotland's burning ! Scotland's burning ! Look ont ! Look out! Fire! Fire! Fire! Fire! Cast on water. She is a great imitator, cackles like a first class hen, mews as well as the kittens them selves. 8be greets visitors with "Hullo I how do you do ?" and says "Good-by" when they leave. Her funniest exclamation is "There ! I've just found out," and she usually ends the expression with a burst of laughter. A rap on the cage will bring out the welcome "Come in!" She asks the question, "Is it cold out there to-day?" and then remarks, "Polly's cold out here !" She will sob and cry in the most heart-broken way, and calls the follow ing namfs ; "Uncle Oscar, Aunt Marcia, Bert, Nellie, Lou, Georgia, Lena, Charlie." She can sing up the "scale" with the words, "Pol-ly-is-a-pret-ty-bird !" (a syllable for each note.) She counts, occasionally missing a number, and says, "Polly wants her dinner, now !" "Polly wants her breakfast." "Polly wants toast," "cake," or "apple," as she hap pens to think. When she is very desirous of obtaining anything, she praises herself by saying, "Sweet, pretty Polly !" in a teasing, affectionate way. She calls the cows, "Boss ! boss ! boss !" as distinctly and loudly as any New England farmer. When she climbs op on her perch in the evening she calls out, "Good night!" a number of times. She never says this in tbe day time. It is said that immediately on the reassem bling of the French Chambers a proposal for plenary amnesty will be presented. The proposition will cause considerable excite ment out of doors, which will afford a prac tical test as to whether the return of tbe Chambers to Pails was wise. "GOOD ENOUGH MORGAN.*' Tbe Persecntlons which Thnrlow Weed Suffered as an anti-Mason- His Neblo Forgiveness. [Interview in the New York Graphic.] "May I ask," said I, "what is the greatest misfortune that ever happened to you?" "The greatest distress I ever suffered!" he inquired. "O, you must know what that was. Cruel, cruel! ! The vilest slander that ever was framed—that I was a monster of brutal ity and had mutilated a corpse for the pur pose of helping the fortunes of a party." "I don't exactly remember what you mean," I said. "Why, Morgan! Morgan 1" he exclaimed, and his face assumed a pained expression. "I suffered untold distress, and was more or less under ban for 25 years. Old acquain tances avoided me ; even my family was made to leel the disgrace, as if I were a felon. It was cruel!" "How was it?" I said. "Or perhaps you prefer not to talk about it ?" "I have no objection. It's an old story now, and belongs to the past. 1 was living at Rochester at the time Morgan, who had exposed Masonry, was missing. It was be lieved he had been drowned by members of the order in Lake Ontario. A body was found which answered the description of his. It was exhibited in public, and was recogniz ed as being him by his family and friends. It was buried by them. Afterwards it was claimed by the friends of another man, disin terred, and another inquest held. There was great excitement over the murder of Morgan, and I was prominent as an anti-Mason. When this last inquest was pending the lawyer en gaged by the Masons said to me one day ; 'What are you going to do for a Morgan now ?' 'This man is a good enough Morgan,' 1 retorted, 'till you produce the man that was killed.' He went off and reported that I said the deceased was a good enough Morgan un til after election. This lie was"first published by Henry O'Reilly, editor of the Rochester Daily Advertiser , and it made such an excite ment that he stuck to it, and elaborated it. Finally the lie took this form—that I bad pulled out the beard, cut the hair and other wise defaced the mutilated features of the Ontario corpse so as to make them resemble Morgan ! This was in the winter of 1826-7." "Did people believe such a thing ?" "Yes, a good many did. It was a thing I * I could not disprove to their satisfaction, was abhorred by tens of thousands. Old ac quaintances cut me. 1 was pointed at on the street. Strangers would look askance at me I saw them. Friends gave me the cold shoul der. 1 received threatening anonymous let ters. 1 was made to feel everywhere anc every hour that I was a marked man. Anc my poor family, sir," said he, lifting his banc, with a pathetic gesture, "were made to feel the cruel thrusts in a way I cannot mention." "How long did this ostracism last ?" "Fifteen or twenty years actively, and in some directions a much longer time." It seems strange that injustice should thrive so," said I. "Well, it did thrive. O'Reilly became rich, and that lie was the foundation of his fortune. 1 drifted to Albany, and at last lived the shocking calumny down. Finally O'Reilly, who might have been worth mill ions if he had stuck to the telegraphs, which he manipulated at first, speculated in other things and lost money. He kept losing. He lost everything he had at last. a "Were you glad?" "1 was grate!ul that the lord didn't allow such villainy to thrive forever," the old gen tleman confessed ; and then I felt sorry for him." "Where is he now—dead ?" "Oh, no," said he; "O'Reilly is asked enough. Four years ago he wrote me a let ter, saying that he was penniless, and alive me to send him a hundred dollars. "Well, what did you do ?" "I sent it to him. "You did ?" "Certainly I did ; and a few weeks Tater he wrote me a very grateful letter, saying that he was completely out of money and out of business, and he didn't know what in the world he should do to keep alive if I didn't get him a place in the New York custom h mi ftp " "Is it possible?" "Yes." •*'What did you do ?" "I went and reflected on how much pain he had caused me through a quarter of a century ; on the giief and distress my family had suffered on bis account ; on the mortifi - cation and humiliation he had heaped upon my party and my friends ; and then—then I went down and got him a place in the cqs tom-house-" "You did ?" "I did." "Where is he now ?" "lathe custom-house, unless he has left since I heard from there. 1 believe he is there yet." . . "Well, Mr. Weed, that beats all the re venges I ever heard of An English journal frankly gives credit to American genius for at least fifteen inven tions and discoveries, which, it says, have been adopted all over the world. These tri umphs of American genius are thus enume rated: 1st, the cotton gin; 2nd, the planing machine; 8d, tbe grass mower and grain reaper; 4th, the rotary printing press; 5th, navigation by steam; 6th, hot air or caloric engine; 7th, the sewing machine; 8th, the robber industry; 9th, the machine for the manufacture of horse shoes; 10th, the sand blast for carving; lltb, the gauge lathe; 12th, the grain elevator; 13tb, artificial icemano facture on a large scale; 14th, tbe electro magnet and its practical application; 15tb, tbe composing machine for printers. HUMOR OF THE HOUR. ' 9 _ Marriage is often a mirage. Detectives are the spies of life. Even the bootblack says his business is brightening up. A midnight broil—Oysters for two after the opera is over. An undertaker gets his living where an other man dies. George Eliot says : "Women do not love men for their goodness." This is lucky, if true. A gun that misses fire when the owner knows it is loaded is waiting to surprise some small member of the family. Macbeth used to play baseball, his position being "close behind the bat," to gratify his wife, who ordered him "to catch the nearest way." The correspondent who wants to dispose of a business on account of ill health should say whether his business is unhealthy or only himself. An auctioneer was endeavoring to sell a fowling-piece, and failing to get a bid, a by stander, who had read the papers, said : "Blow in the muzzle and it will go off." "Your son, madam, persists in doiog noth ing," says the director. "Then," replies tbe woman, by no means disconcerted, "you should give him tbe prize for persever ice." A young lawyer of Boston says that per sons seeking solitnde, where they can com mune with their own thoughts uninterrupt edly, should come to his office, where it is as quiet as the grave. Mrs. Smith of New York, according to the Herald , stole a wash-tub to keep her children from starving. A family that can dine satis factorily off a wash-tub must be reduced to the very lowest extremity. "What does 12mo mean ?" asked a pupil of her teacher. "12mo ; why, don't you know what that means ? It means tbe same as d&weowly. Haven't you seen it in ad vertisements in a newspaper ?" "Prisoner, how old are you ?" "Twenty two, your Honor." "Twenty-two ? Your papers make out that you were born twenty three years ago." So I was ; but I spent one year iu prison, and I don't count that—it was lost time." The proper form for a will nowadays will read : "To the respective attorneys of my children I give my entire estate and worldly goods of all description. Personally to the children and to my beloved wife I give all that remains." Teacher, to a boy in a Philadelphia school : "Can you tell me where the Apennines are?" Boy—"No ; but I can tell you where tbe Philadelphia nines are. The Ath—" "There, that will do," interrupted the teacher ; and the youth subsided. A colored debating society in Lee county Ga., recently bad before it for discussion "Which are the most benefit to the country— the lawyers or the buzzards ?" After a heated debate the question was finally decided in favor of the buzzards. A little boy, the son of an orthodox Pres byterian, recently listened attentively to some conversation in regard to Jesus having been a Jew. At last he could stand it no longer and broke out with : "Well, I don't see how that could be, when God, His father, was a Presbyterian." A well dressed little child, lost by some negligent nursemaid, was the center of a syinj sthetic crowd of gentlemen. Questions poured in upon the child from all sides, hut with no effect. At last a gentleman asked, "Where were you goiDg to, my little dear ?" "Nuss," blubbered the infant, "sed i'se to go to heben." The daughter of John Lather, of Dorsey County, Ark., suddenly lost her voice and bearing when she was a little girl, some fif teen years ago. One night lately, Mr. Lather was passing his daughter's room when he heard a voice. With his wife, he crept in noiselessly, and they fonnd her talking in her sleep. But when she awoke she was dumb again. Since then she bas again been heard to talk in her sleep. A deaf and dumb lover of the girl was much distressed on learning that she could talk. United States Senator Vest, of Missouri, is counsel for three men who are trying to break their father's will in the following circumstances : At tbe beginning of the war John Trigg lived in Saline county, Mo. He bad three grown sons, and was a Union man. Against his earnest entreaties the three sons enlisted in the Confederate army. One of the results of the war was that Trigg lost a large part of his property. A few years ago he died, leaving all his property to his wife and youngest child, catting off the three Con federate sons. Among the checks sent out last week from tbe Treasury in payment of the quarterly in terest on the United States 4 per cent, loan, was one of $50,000 to the order of William H. Vanderbilt, being the quarterly interest on $5,000,000 United States 4 per cent, bonds registered in his name. Mr. J. C. Flood, of San Francisco, also has $5,000,000 registered n stock of five per cent bonds, which have not yet .been called. These gentlemen are the two largest single holders of registered stock. ^ ^ | _ Oné half of the Horn silver mine, in south ern Utah, was sold In April last by Jay Cooke to New York parties for $2.500,000, and tbe purchasers are now negotiating for the remaining half <fa the basis of $6,900,000, for tbe entire property. They are now figur ing, it is stated, whether to erect reductirn works at Chicago, New York, or at tbe mine, the Chicago works now in operation being inadequate for the purpose.