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M E® i m Sx 3c Volume xiv. Helena, Montana, Thursday, October 14, 1880. No. 48 MmmMçMmll PUBI.IHUEX) KVKRY THUBSDAY MOANING. FISK BROS., - - Publishers. R. E. FISK, - « Editor. COUNTRY LIFE. Not what we would but what we mu»t. Makes up the sum of living ; Heaven is both more and less than just In taking and in giving. Swords cleave to hands that sought the plough, And laurels miss the soldier's brow. Me, whom the city holds, whose feet Have worn its stony highways, Familiar with its loneliest street— Its ways are never my ways. My cradle was beside the sea, And there, I hope, my grave will be. Old homestead ! In that old, gray town. The vane is seaward blowing, The slip of garden stretches down To where the tide is flowing, Below they lie, their sails all furled, The ships that go about the world. Dearer that little country house, Inland with pines beside it; Some peach trees, with unfruitful boughs, A well, with weeds to hide; No flowers, or only such as rise Self-sown, poor things, which all despise. Dear country home ! Can I forget The least of thy sweet trifles ? The window vines which clamber yet, Whose blooms the bee still rifles? The roadside blackberries, growing ripe, And in the w'oods the Indian pipe? Happy the man who tills the field, Content with rustic labor ; Earth does to him to fullness yield, Hap what may to his neighbor. Well days, sound nights—oh, can there be A life more rational und free? Dear country life of child and man ! For both the best, the strongest. That with the earliest race began, That has outlived the longest. The cities perished long ago ; Who the first farmers were we know. Perhaps our Babels, too, will fall. If so, no lamentations, For mother Earth will shelter all. And feed the unborn nations; Yes, and the swords that menace now Will be beaten to the plough. Mark Twain's Story of the Case. When I was fourteen years old I lived with my parents, who were very poor and corres pondingly honest. We had a youth living w ith us by the name of Jim Wolfe. He was decidedly a fine fellow, seventeen years old and very diffident. He and I usually slept together—virtuously—and on one very cold w inter's night a cousin Mary—she's married now f and gone—gave what they called candy pulling in those days, in the West, and they took the saucers of hot candy out side of the house in the snow, under a sort of old bower that came out from the eaves— it was a sort of an ell then, all covered w'itli vines—to cool this hot candy in the snow, and they were all sitting around tliere, and in the meantime we had gone to bed ; we were not invited to attend this party—we w ere too young. The young ladies and gen tlemen were assembled there, and Jim and were in bed. There w as about four inches of snow on the roof of this ell, and our window looked out on to it, and it was frozen hard. A couple of tom-cats—it is possible one might have been of the opposite sex—were assem bled on the chimney, in the middle of this ell, and they were growling at a fearful rate, and switching their tails about, and going on, and we couldn't sleep at all. Finally, Jim said: "For two cents I'd go out and snake them cats off that chimney." So I said, "Of course you would." He said, "Well, I would." I said again, "Of course you would." He said, "I have a mighty good notion to do it, anyhow." Says 1, "Of course you have ; certainly you have ; you have a great notion to do it." Finally, I got his ambition up, and he raised the window, and elimbed out on the icy roof, with nothing on but his socks and a very short shirt. He went climbing along on all fours on the roof toward the chimney Avhere the cats were. In the meantime the young ladies and gen tlemen were enjoying themselves down un der the eves. When Jim reached the chimney he arose to his feet, leaned around the corner, holding on by one hand, and made a pass at the cats. He missed his aim, lost his hold on the chim ney, his heels flew up, and he shot down and crashed thro' those vines, and lit in the midst of those ladies and gentlemen, and sat down in those saucers of hot candy. There was a general stampede, of course, and he came up stairs dropping pieces of china ware and candy all the way up, and when he got up there—now anybody else in the world would have gone into profanity or something calculated to relieve the mind, but he didn't — he scraped the candy off his legs, nursed his blisters a little, and said : "I could have ketched them cats if I had had on a good ready." Kentucky's "Duty to Colonize Voters In Indiana. I From the Louisville (Ky.) Post (Dem.)] Democrats need not be uneasy in regard to a proper discharge of all duties devolving upon Mr. W. H. English. Mr. English will contribute his part to a legitimate campaign fund. But he will exercise some discretion in the distribution of that fund. He knows when and where to place it. He will see that it is used for the proper purpose. He will see that it does not drop into irresponsible hands. He will distribute it at the proper time. Be easy. A word to the wise. Let Kentucky do her duty and there is no danger about the result in Indiana. The Four BuUwhaoVerg of Bitter Creek. [Lock Melone in October Californian.] Perhaps every person who is somewhat ad vanced in life can remember some incident of his early yems which he would really like to forget, something that resulted from the freshness and vast inexperience of youth. I remember one which I have spent a great deal of time trying to forget Just before the Union Pacific Railroad reached the Bit ter Creek country, I made my first overland trip to the Pacific Coast. I staged it from the then terminus of the Uniou Pacific to the Central Pacific, which was pushing east. The stage broke down on Bitter Creek and the passengers had to walk to the next sta tion. I grew tired of walking before I reach ed the station, and coming late in the after noon to where some teamsters were camped, I concluded to stop with them for the night. On asking their permission to do so, they as sented so heartily that I felt at home at once Life in the West was new to me. I was young and buoyant, and just out of college I was fond of talking. I thought it Avould be novel and delightful to sleep out with these half savage ox-drivers, with no shelter but the valted, star-gemmed heavens. There w ere four teamsters, and as many wagons while 32 oxen grazed around in the vicinity Of the teamsters, one was a giant in stature and wore a bushy, black beard ; another w as shorter, but powerfully built, and one-eyed the third was tall, lank, and ham-jawed while the fourth was a wiry, red-headed man. In my thoughts I pitied them on ac count of the hard life they led, and spoke to them in a kind tone, and endeavored to make my conversation instructive. I pluck ed a lhÄSäer, and pulling it to pieces mention ed the fiâmes of the parts—pistil, stamen, calyx, and so on—and remarked that it must, be indigenous to the locality, and spoke of the plant being indigenous, in contradistinc tion to exogenous, and that they could see that it was cryptogamous. In looking at some fragments of rock my thoughts wan dered off into geology, and among other things I spoke of the tertiary and carbonifer ous periods, and of the pterodactyl, iehthyo saras, and dinothérium. The teamsters looked at me, then at each other, but made no response. We squatted down around the frying pan to take supper, and as the big fel low* with his right hand slapped, or sort of larruped, a long piece of fried bacon over a piece of bread in his left hand, sending a drop of hot grease into my left eye, he said to the one-eyed man : "Bill, is my copy of Shakspere in yo' wag on ? I missed it to-day." "No. My Tennerson and volum' of the Italian poets is in thar—no Shakspere. The lank looking teamster, biting off a piece of bread about the size of a saucer, said to the big man in a voice which came husk ily through the bread : "Jake, did you ever read that volum' of po'ms I writ ?" "No, but hev often beam tell on 'em." "Yer mean 'Musin's of an Idle Man,' " spoke up the red-headed man, addressing the poet. "Yes." "Hev read every line in it a dozen times," said the teamster with the red hair, as he sopped a four-inch swath, with a piece of bread, across a frying pan, he repeated sev erl lines. "Them's they," nodded the poet. "The Emp'ror of Austry writ me a letter highly complimentin them po'ms." "They're very teehin'," said the wiry man. I took no part in the remarks. Somehow I did not feel like joining in. The wiry man having somewhat satisfied his appetite rolled up a piece of bacon rind into a sort of single-barreled opera glass and began to squint through it toward the north ern horizon. " What yer doin', Dave?" asked the stout man. " Takin' observations on the North Star. Want to make some astronomical calkilations when I get inter Sackrymenter." " Well, yer needn't ter made that tel'scope. I could er tuk yo' observations for yer, bein' as I haint but one eye." " Git out thar, yer durned old carboniferous pterodactyl," yelled the ham-jawed driver to an ox that was licking a piece of bacon. " I give a good deal of my time to 'stron omy when 1 was in Yoorup," remarked the tall man. " Over thar long ?" asked one. "Good while. Was Minister to Rooshy. Then I spent some time down ter Rome." " Rome !" exclaimed the lank individual Was bom thar. My lather was a sculptor." " Good sculptor ?" " Yes." " Well, one wouldn't er thought it to look at yer." " I never was in Yoorup," remarked the one-eyed man. " When I ocypied the cheer of ancient languages in Harvard College my helth tailed, and the fellers that had me hired wanted me ter go ter Yoorup for an out, but I concluded ter come West ter look—Hold up thar, yer infernal ole flea-bitten iehthy saurus," he bawled to an ox that was chewr ing a wagon cover. I felt hot and feverish, and a long way from home. " I got ready once ter go ter Rome—wanted to complete my studies thar—but give it up," said the one called Dave. "What for?" " They wanted me ter run for Gnv'ner in Virginny." " Yer beat 'em ?" " Thunder, yes." " Why didLn't yer stay thar ?" " Well, when my job as Gnv'ner give out, they 'lected me 'Piscopal Bishop, an' I hurt my lungs preaching. I come West for my lungs." " Found 'em ?" " Well. I'm improvin'." 1 did not rest well that night. As day by her the was his to of the ing came on and the men began to turn over in their blankets and yawn, the tall one said : " Hello, Bill. How yer makin' it ?" " Oh, I'm indigenous." " An'Dave?" " I'm endogenous." " An' you, Lanky, yer son of a sculptor ?" " Exogenous." " How you feel, Jake ?" inquired one of the three who had responded. " Cryptogamous, sir, cryptogamous. I walked out a lew steps to a little stream to get a drink. 1 felt thirsty, and I ached Then I heard a voice from the blankets : " Wonder if them durned ole dinoth'rums of ourn done grazin' ?" Then a reply : " I guess they've got to the tertiary period." I walked a little piece on the road breathe the morning air. I kept on. to How the South is Made Solid. [Charleston, (S. C.) News and Courier.] If you want a porter, employ a Democrat It you want a driver, employ a Democrat If you want a waiter, employ a Democrat If you w ant a tailor, employ a Democrat If you waut a plasterer, employa Demo crat. If you want wood cut, employ a Democrat If you want agardner, employ a Democrat If you want a shoemaker, employ a Demo crat. If you want beef, pork, mutton, etc., pat ronize a Democrat. If you Avant a whitewashes employ a Dem ocrat. If you want a servant, employ the daugh ter of a Democrat, If you want a tinker, employ a Democrat. If you Avant drayage done, employ a Dem ocrat. If you want a blacksmith, employ a Dem ocrat. If you want a bricklayer, employ a Demo crat. If you want a carpenter, employ a Demo crat. If you Avant painting done, employ a Dem ocrat. If you want shaviug or hair-cutting done, go to a Democratic barber. If you waut a cook or w asherwoman, em ploy the wife, daughter, or sister of a Demo crat. A Proper Rebuke. A friend went into Colonel- 's office the other morning, and bustling up to the stove observed : "God, ain't it cold ?" and he look ed at the Colonel. The Colonel also looked at him but made no answer. The friend acted embarrassed and soon took his leave. This morning he met the Colonel at his OAvn office. "Colonel," he said, "Avhy didn't you say something when I» spoke to you the other morning?" "You didn't address me," an swered the Colonel. "You said 'God, ain't it cold,' and Avhen a man asks the Almighty a question he is expected to not care for out side interference." The friend stared at the Colonel, but he was in earnest and looked back at him Avith out weakening. It Avas a capital rebuke of a detestable habit. The Wheat Crops of the World. The total average production in Europe is 1.298.200.000 bushels; in the world, 1,702, 260.000. France leads Europe with 286,448, 000 bushels; Russia is next Avith 294,000, 000; then comes Germany, Spain, Austro Hungary and Great Britian. The United States produces 422,000,000 bushels ; Algeria, 25,206,000; Canada, Egypt and Australia, 16.800.000 eaeh. This country produces nearly one-half of all supplied by the Avorld after France, Russia, Germany and Spain are excluded. The principal exporting countries arc giving as the United States, 84,000,000 to 148.000. 000 bushels; Russia, 42,000,090 to 47.000. 000; and six others aggregating 23, 000,000 to 46,000,000. Principal importing countries, Great Britian, 98,000,000 to 120, 000,000 ; and four other European countries aggregating 28,000,000 to 39,000,000. Great Britian thus appears from these figures to take about one-half of w hat- other countries have to sell." In 1812, at the age of twenty-five, Guizot married Mlle, de Meulan, who was his senior by a good many years. She was a woman of good birth, and well known as a writer. He accidentally heard that she was in distress, and although they had never met, he could not resist the impuLse to help her by writing articles for her in a journal to which they both contributed. The relation thus formed ripened into frindsip, and after some time "he wrote to tell her that she had become to him." She associated herself with all his plans, and her sympathy was not only a source of profound happiness but an inces sant stimulus to work. In 1827 Mme. Guizot died, and for a time her husband was incon solable. Ultimately, however, «he married her niece, to whom he was as devoted as he had been to his first wife. Even her best friends can hardly call to mind or separate the details of her individual life, it was henceforth so entirely absorbed in that of her husband. She worked for him, observed for him, read and talked only for him. After five years of happiness she also died, and was followed by the only son of the first Mme. Guizot, an amiable and clever youth, who was beginning to be of essential service to his father. Guizot felt these successive blows keenly, and their influence on his modes of thought may be seen in numerous references to the more somber and mysterious aspects of human life. But they did not dvmiah the ardor Avith which he sought to promote what seemed to him the interests of his country, nor did they prevent him from find ing a continually increasing pleasure in the development of his three children. ROSCOE CONKLING. His Letter on the Political Situation Embracing in a Condensed Form the Principal Points of His Late Speech. Mr. Frank Hatton, editor of the Burlington Hawk eye, has received the following from Senator Conkling : Utica, N. Y., Sept, 7th, 1880. Sib,—L ooking over the country to-day one is most struck by the condition of the laboring, producing and commercial interests They are all thriving. Indeed, their rise and progress of late is well nigh fabulous. After the bubble of unreal buoyancy burst in 1873 —a bubble resulting largely from the vast issue, because of the war, of currency Avith its depreciation and corresponding fictitious nominal prices—all industries, enterprises, and interests were, as a rule, ruinously de pressed. The heaviest share of injury fell, as it always does in such epochs, on labor. Men who had laid up money, capitalists as they are sometimes called, fearing to hazard their means in such shifting and uncertain times, Avaited for the evil days to pass by. Money was locked up and hoarded, or put, as far as could be, beyond the reach of loss or chance. Stagnation, of course, folloAved. The country was full of men ready to put their skill, and brains, and hands to work. Those who saAv promising business opportu nities, if they had capital of their OAvn, hesi tated to embark in it ; but a far larger number whose capital consisted of honesty, energy, and ability to do, Avere paralyzed because others would not risk results made uncertain by the generel disturbance of values and securities, and by schemes for still further unsettling all money standards Avith which our politics were rife. Industiy and labor in all the walks of life Avere smitten grieAously. Recently all this is changed. Capital no longer shrinks and hides. Every branch of occupation flourishes. A fair day's work commands a fair day's wages readily. Enor mous crops have made good harvests, not only for farmers and laborers, but for millions of men and money engaged in the carrying and other trades. Our productions sold to the old Avorld, which used to be paid for in our high interest bonds, and in manufactured articles returned to us, are noAV paid for by millions in gold. Immigration pours in, spreading over new fields from Avhich wealth will spring. Fixed, stable money has taken the place of fluctuating paper promises. The taxes inflicted by the rebellion have been, in great part, dismissed. The interest-hearing debt has been one-third paid. The interest charge—the worst and hardest feature of all debts—has been halved. When schemes of repudiation and ruinous inflation met their death at the hands of the Republican party, headed by President Grant, all lenders of money in both hemis pheres noted the fact. Immediately our credit rose, and to borrow at four per cent, became easy, Avhere to borrow at seven per cent, had been hard. Paying off bonds bear ing high interest with money obtained at Ioav interest, reducing the needed revenue, has also enabled us to strike off a greal deal of taxation ; at the same time laying duties on foreign goods, so as to tax those Avhich compete with our OAvn productions, thus giving incidental protection to home manu factures, not only raises revenue in the least oppressive Avay, but by the same act fosters American industry. Those who think that to be great and useful a party must produce dramatic and sensational effect—must have ostentatious disputes with foreign powers— must lay plans for the conquest of more ter ritory—must invent novel and high sounding theories, may see little in this to fill the measure of a party's usefulness. Such must be the idea of those who think this a good time to overthrow the Republican party and put the country in the hands of those Avho again seek its control. During the war, with a large part of the Democracy otherwise engaged, busy where they lived in breaking up the government by war and revolution, their political associates in the north arrayed themselves on the wrong side of every measure Avhich has tended to bring about the prosperity Ave now enjoy. Against the northern wing the Republican party was able to hold the fort. Now the southern wing has returned from the battle to the ballot-box and both Avings confront us. This increases the danger most, because of numbers and the way numbers count, and equally because of the kind of domination to which it subjects the Democracy. As surely as the light end of the balance kicks the beam the small light north end of the Democratic party must obey the motion of the great heavy south end. In congress, cabinet, cau cus and convention this is the rule as inflex ible as the law of gravitation. The immense interests which make up the amazing total of our strength, and wealth, and primacy, reside chiefly in the States which are not "solid," but which tolerate free thought, free speech, free elections and equal rights. For these States, comprising as they do such an overwhelming proportion of tax paying, laboring, producing and property holding interests, the pending political question is very plain. It is whether they are safer with currency, taxes, tariff, appro priations and other vital affairs in the hands of those who represent them and their ideas, and are identical with their interests and history, or in the nantis of a party the gov erning majority of which is so radically dif ferent in tradition, history, methods, motives and aims. I |In a joint stock association, all stockholders and all classes of stockholders should have their full share and full rights ; but whenever those who own the bulk, put the whole into the hands of those who own but little, there is much unwisdom in it. This is especially true Avhere in known matters of difference, opposing judgments and interests exist. Which of the two parties noAV striving for success a wise man should support, for tlic sake, not only of the North, hut in the end and equally for the sake of the South, can Ik* judged Avithout going beyond the one view already suggested.—Sincerely your friend, ROSCOE CONKLING Frank Hatton, Editor Han-ktye, Burlingtou, la. EMORY A. STORRS. Extracts from Mis Stirring Speech De livered at San Francisco, September 15th. The great effort of the Democratic party of to-day is to unload its history, to run away from its reputation and its character. [Laughter.] It is a hard thing to do. [Re neAved laughter.] They discover that char acter is always in Issue. No man asks lor employment Avithout he puts his character in Issue. You don't employ men on their platforms nor on their promises. The hanker Avould not employ the pilfering clerk of Last month, even if his platform of next month embodied the Ten Commandments and Christ's Sermon on the Mount rolled into one. [Applause.] You, perhaps, by this time have discovered that I am NOT IN FAVOR OF A CHANOE, except in the better and qualified sense. [Laughter.] I am in favor of all changes that look to improvement. I would be in favor of a change from hell to purgatory [laughter], but not from earth to purgatory. I am in favor of a change from one Republi can to another Republican, but not from any Republican to any Democrat. [Applause and laughter.] I can understand w hy the sheep grower might be Avilling to swap one dog for another to watch his flock, but I never could understand Iioav he could SAvap a dog for a Avolf. Noav, if the wolf goes to the sheep grower Avith a splendid platform, in Avhich he announces that he has lost all his former tastes for mutton, and that his tendencies are altogether peaceful, and insists that they shall shake hands across the bloody chasm and be friends, I doubt Avhether any sheep groAver in the country would be ready to make the bargain Avhen the Avolf proposed. I am in favor of conciliation, always have been and always will be, but 1 am in favor of being conciliated myself. [Laughter.] I insist that I shall be conciliated, and I insist upon it that the old-time enemies of the Union shall immediately begin conciliating the old-time and life-long friends of the Union. [Applause.] I am speaking of the old Democratic members in bulk, not of the individual members of it. There may lx 1 many good men in the Democratic party, but the Democratic party as an organization is unanimously, persistently and diabolically wicked. [Applause.] Did you ever knoAv an instance Avhen the Democratic party flour ished in good times ? When the times are hard the Democratic party prospers. If there is a great movement of grasshoppers so that it devastates the field, there is an increase of the Democratic votes. [Laughter.] If there Is a famine, or flood, or calamity, look out for a Democratic majority. [Renewed laugh ter.] AVhcn the mills are closed, when the rust is over all your machinery, when grass grow s green in all your streets, when lank, and lean and thin, and hungry, when Avith care and glazing Avant in his eyes the poor laboring man goes tottering around for em ployment, and his wife, bedraggled and shivering, folloAvs him, these are prosperous times for the Democratic party. When money is close and tight, when w ages arc Ioav and employment limited, the Democratic party is prosperous. It flourishes iu adver sity. It GROWS FAT ON FAMINE. [Laughter.] But when the mills are all busy ; Avhen every little stream is just hump ing itself to carry the busy Avheels of manu facturing institutions ; Avhen the streets of the cities are all rushing with business; when the sunshine of contentment glow s over the faces of all our laboring men, and comfort is in their homes ; w hen power and prosperity arç iu our land, of Avhat use is the Democratic party ? [Laughter.] In its platform of 1880 it pledges itself anew 1 , asking the attention of the people to what it calls its traditions. Permit me to say that we don't have to rely upon traditions to fasten guilt and crimes upon the Democratic party. The history of their great crimes has not been handed down by mere Avord of mouth from lather to son. It has not been preserved by minstrelsy and the agency of troubadors. There is no tra dition about it. There is not in all this land one single cemetery that has not the grave of a slain soldier, who perished in that great cause, that does not furnish evidence, evi dently better than tradition, of the guilt of the Democratic party. [Applause.] There is not a single widowed wife nor a single orphaned child whose husband or father died in the conflict who is not a living witness in finitely better than tradition of the fact that that father and that husband died to save this nation that the solid Democratic South undertook to destroy. [Applause.] Go back to Lone Mountain, to the still and voiceless grave of Baker. [Great applause.] Read on the imperishable marble the record of his glorious deed. Is that tradition? It is a l'ecord which all the w aters of the great seas can never wash out, and which history will never permit to fade, that that great heart eeased to beat and perished grandly that the nation might not die from the face of the earth at the hands of a solid Democratic South. Three thousand millions of debt, millions and millions of taxation and toil, and the grief and sorrow' of a people have been laboring to pay that debt. These are a monument as enduring as a pyramid, Aveigh ing like an incubus upon 45,000,000 of people, placed there by the Democratic party of the solid South, and no traditions are required.