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Volume xiii.
Helena, Montana, Thursday, October 23, 1879.
No. 49
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PUBLISHED EVERT THURSDAY MORNING.
FISK BROS., - - Publishers.
R. E. FISK,
- Editor.
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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.
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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,
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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
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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.
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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
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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.
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"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.
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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.