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Edwa rds ' Rema r kable Trip
to Deer Lodge for Succor So much has been written of the Big Hole battle that it Is doubtful if ianything is left of the main story that has not been told. There are, however, many incidents of the fight that, it is believed, are not so well ■known. One of the most remarkable experi ences of the memorable contest fell to the lot of "Billy" Edwards, who per formed the almost incredible or feat of walking two days and two nights for tthe purpose of obtaining aid from Deer Lodge, whither he was sent by 'General Gibbins. The long journey was made without stopping and, as there were no places on the way to ob tain food, without eating. Edwards was dispatched from the scene of the battle on the evening of the first day of the fight. General •Gibbins in command of the United States troops and the Bitter Root citi zens, feared the outcome of the strug gle unless assistance were secured. It was imperative, -he reasoned, that someone be sent to Deer Lodge to ask for aid. and Edwards, a man of pow m If V :■ ■ The Laie William Edwards. erful physique and great endurance, was allotted the task. With a companion, Edwards set out at nightfall. About noon of the first day out, his companion, famished for food and weak from exertion, gave out, and Edwards, forced to leave him, con tinued the terrible journey alone. No. further word was ever heard of the unfortunate man who was left behind, and the theory has always been held that he was captured by the Indians. A Terrible Journey. In the morning of the third day out, after two days and three nights of continuous travel on foot, Edwards xeached Deer Lodge. He went at once to the old Sam Scott house, a tavern for wayfarers in the 70s. Completely overcome by exhaustion he was able to speak but a few words of his mission. He asked to be permitted to sleep, and, \ Yt HU after a meal and four or five hours of rest, he told the news of the battle to the anxious residents who crowded about him. Assistance was, of course, offered, as was common in those days, but before it arrived at the site of the conflict the battle had issued in a vic tory for the white settlers. Seldom has a greater task been put upon a man than that committed to Edwards. With patriotic zeal he gave no thought to self, but bravely set out upon a journey that has few parallels in the privations exacted. Not many men could have withstood the trip, and fewer would have attempted it. The act. in its heroic accomplishment and its futility, stands as one of the best of many instances of pioneer sacrifice and bravery. Incidents of the Battle. Bunch Sherrill, who participated in the battle, tells many incidents of the fight. He claims that during the con test he established a record for a 700 yard footrace that has never been beat en. He was one of a small detachment who attempted to defend a cannon be longing to the whites from capture by the Indians. When the tide went against the settlers, Bunch turned and skurried down the hillside for cover. The course he took led down a steep incline, and this, added to the neces sity for haste, convinces Bunch that he must have shattered all records for long-distance running. The late Joe Blodgett. Mr. Sherrill says, killed the only Indian at the place the cannon was taken away iront the whites. The skirmish was iively for a while, but Blodgett was the only man who dropped a redskin. When tlie Indians had captured the cannon, they battered it up and rolled t down hill into Trail creek. One of the settlers by the name of Bennett' had a a unusual experience luring the fight over the cannon. A horse hitched to the cannon was shot and fell across his body. The animal was not killed by the bullet, but was unable to regain his feet, and Bennett vas effectually pinned to the ground. His companions had their hands full fighting the Indians, and Bennett had to act quickly to escape. Reaching into his pocket he pulled out a jack kniie with which he prodded the horse until the wounded animal, crazed by the pain, struggled to its feet and re leased Bennett, who lost no time mak ing his getaway. Chinese ar,d the Morse Cede. Difficulties of the Chinese language were ably demonstrated when the problem arose of adapting it to tele graphy. flow was it possible to apply the Morse alphabet to a language which has no alphabet at all, but com sists of nearly 44,000 characters? Then it was impossible to treat Chi nese phonetically, writing down the sound of the Chinese words in Euro pean letters and translating them into Morse dots and dashes, because no such system could deal with the Chi nese niceties of intonation. The in genious solution came from a Danish professor. He simply codified the 7,000 commonest Chinese characters, representing each by numerals. Thus the Chinese word for "cash" became oo.'io in the code, and the operator had oulv to send the code signal for that. a I A BITTER ROOT PRODUCT 3» m % FLORENCE MERLE WEYMAN. Not only in its apples and its field products does the Bitter Root valley ; excel, but in its babies as well. Little Florence Merle Weyman, who is shown in the above picture, is a Bitter Root product. She was born . in Missoula 15 months ago and now ! A Duck Hunt in South Africa Here is a story of duck hunting in South Africa which will sound good to a sportsman. Mr. W. H. Weyman, who tells the story, spent several years of his life as a deep-water sailor, and the following tale will be found to be in teresting to those who are loud of reading about the odd corners of the earth : "Ly taking up au atlas and looking at the intersection of the 23d degree south and the 15th degree east one Will discover the territory of Damara Land, on the west coast of Africa, one of the most dreary Godforsaken 'lands' on tiie fact of Mother Earth. "Right at the intersection of those two lines will also be found the set tlement of Walfish Bay, built on the shores of the bay of that name. On the 15th day of February, 1901, I en tered Walfish Bay in company with five others, having arrived from out of the west in a big ship's lifeboat. j I j lives with her parents, Mr. and Mrs. W. H. Weyman, in Hamilton, If anyone doubts the healthfulness of the Bitter Root valley, either as a place of birth or residence, let him observe Baby Florence's bulging cheeks and satisfied expression. The reason for the lifeboat is another story, however, and it was only after my second trip into Walfish Bay three weeks later, that the crusade was made on the ducks, or as they are I called there, 'dykers.' j "On Saturday night, the mate, Mr. I Smith, made me a proposition to go j ashore the following morning and have a try at the ducks. To that 1 willing ly agreed, and so. bright and early the next morning saw us off for shore in a ship's boat, armed with a couple of double-barrel shotguns and with a goodly number of shells. Reaching the shore we shifted our apparatus into a Norwegian 'pram,' a kind of boat for which Scandinavians iiave a dis tinctive liking. A 'pram' draws but a couple of inches of water, having about half its length sticking up into the air. Our own boat took too much water for where we had to go, which was the reason for our change. "Now a 'pram' may have a great number of good points, but to a man used to pulling a 'clinker' built Eng lish boat, they failed to materialize and the (liree mile pull had lengthened into five on account of the number of times I turned the Norwegian boat around while trying to go straight ahead. "About three miles south of the set tlement is one of the numerous sand spits running out into the ocean, this one being about a quarter of a mile long and upwards of 500 feet across As we neared this spit of land, we found it to be literally black with a closely packed undulating mass of ducks. So great a number were there that it was almost impossible to see a speck of the yellow sand beneath. Changing seats in the 'pram' I sat so as to face the ducks and pulled very gently. Mr. Smith was perched up in the bows with his gun ready, while mine rested between my knees. As we drew closer to the shore some of the ducks took wing. I sung out to the mate to fire and raising his gun lie let drive both barrels in quiick suc cession, while with a roar of wings like distant thunder the countless number of birds rose in the air and started up the coast, right over oura heads. So many were they that as they passed overhead only an occas ional patch of blue sky could be seen. Dropping the skulls, 1 grabbed up the gun and fired, first one barrel and then the other. Mr. Smith had re loaded and got in a couple more shots before the ducks got out of range. "Landing the mate on the spit of land to gather up the birds that fell from his first fire, I started out. to pick up the ones in the water. 1 got them all in the boat except one, that had a wing broken. It could not fly but it could swim and It sure gavé me a merry chase before I got within reach of it with an oar. "Counting up, we found we had got 29 birds with the six shots, which we considered no^ bad for amateurs. "Puljing back to the settlement we found g'couple of the men from our ship getting ready to make a draw with 4 net, which we had made. Lend- ing .our assistance, the draw was made, bringing in about 200 pounds of fish, most of them being a fish re- sembling, the mackrel. After dinner two_ more draws were made. Late in the afternoon we returned on board our ship with our ducks and a boatload of fish, being pretty well satisfied with our day's sport." - . Lost» Strayed or Stolen. Four steers, one four, anji three two years old from Eight Mile ranch, branded C with a bar through it on left thigh and double notch on left ear. If stolen, >150 reward will be paid for apprehension of guilty party and >100 addition upon conviction. BITTER ROOT VALLEY IRRIGA- TION COMPANY. 12-4t Horses and Guns Media of Exchange in Pioneer Days In these days of big land values, when Improved orchard land sells as high as >1,000 an acre, it is Interesting to recall that 45 years ago one of the best farms in the valley, the Slack ranch near Corvallis, was bought for a rifle and a horse. Only a squatter's right was exchanged, but it served as the foundation of the patent that was issued by the government a few years later. Today this farm, in its improved state of cultivation, would command a price of more than >200 an acre. The span from the days of the rifle and the horse to the present time covers the almost incredible development that the pioneer has witnessed: A.;. Among the jurymen doing service this month in the district?court is Wil liam H. Slack of Corvallië. who dates his residence in the Bitter Root, val ley back to the time when but nine families dwelt between Missoula and the Skalkaho. To a Western -News reporter a few nights ago he opened up this long vista of the past, and told of things that happened when half the present population of the valley was yet uhborn. He can speak at first hand of nearly half a century of life in the Bitter Root. In his time-.lie has seen Missoula grow from.a collection of crude huts, with a water system, supplied by an Indian who piloted a slçd and three 'Barrels from Rattlesnake, te'-a ruodern city of nearly 20.000 soijis, who ride in electric-street cars and enjoy every municipal convenience of the hour, lie has seen Hamilton emerge from a des olate gravel bar that was contempt uously passed up by the first comers, who were looking for land, not town sites. He has seen the pioneers, gray visaged, worn and ••■toil-weary, lay down their tasks and. one by one. join the silent procession to the shadows. Eventful years have been these in the Bitter Root-—years of amazing trans formations, of hardship and travail. Mr. Slack was born December 3, 1865, near Corvallis, where he now lives. He was the second white child born in. the valley. Corvallis was a name then only—an Indian name, which clung to the-central valley vil lage. There was a store, but provis ions were so high, that they were next to unpurehasable. Flour- was $100 per cwt ; tobacco was $5 a plug. Few families ate flour bread, and then only rarely, and tobacco chewing was not so common as it is now. Tom Rollins and a man named Block, according to Mr. Slack's memory, were the mer chants at Corvallis at this time, or about the time he began making ob i J ! j PRESIDENT MARY SARGENT IS HAPPILY REMEMBERED Prude'nce lodge No. 1.474, M. B. A., held an interesting session Saturday evening and elected the following offi- ! cers for the ensuing year: President, Mary Sargent; vice pres ident, C. G. McGee; secretary, Charles j B. Fowler; treasurer, Mrs. Georgia McGee; chaplain, Mrs. Grace Jones; ; conductor, Mrs. Marie Bryan; watch man, Sylvester Irvin; sentry, George! Albright. After the close of the lodge a lunch was served at which time Mrs. Mary Sargent was agreeably surprised by j Being presented with a beautiful set. 1 of silver tableware, in recognition of her efficient services as pdesident of ! tlie lodge during the past year. RACK FROM I'OHTLANIL Mr. and Mrs. N. M. Carlisle arrived Wednesday from Portland, Ore. and arc glad to get back to the Bitter Root. They spent six weeks in the metropolis of (lie Columbia and the ''"' n P'11 1111 all Inn two days of the Wa Does the Front of Your Coat Keep Looking Like This? OU know the unsightly break in the front of most coats. It often appears after a few days' wear, giving the coat a < tired, dejected appearance and spoiling its shape. You never can press it back. You run absolutely no risk of a broken coat front when you get your Clothcraft Suit. The Clothcraft ; coat front is trussed like a bridge. The shape is built in—not pressed in. Your Clothcraft coat front will be unbroken as long as you wear it. These are the famous pure all-wool clothes—abso- ' lutely guaranteed—the only guaranteed all-wool . clothes in the country, selling at $10 to $25. This announcement is for men who appreciate ' such values, at these prices. Does this include you? ) Valley Mercantile Co. All-Wool Clothe*/* ♦ lO to $25 servations On his own account. The nearest trading points were Fort Benton, Ogden and old Bannack. The old Fort Owen mill at Stevensville was the nearest flour mill. Flathead Indians were the principal inhabitants of the valley at this early time. They were peaceable neigh bors,'however, for Chariot, their chief, was ever a loyal friend of the white settlers. Many a pioneer trader laid the foundation of a fortune bartering with the Indians. Flatheads were not, however, the only Indian residents of the valley. Members of other tribes mixed with them and intermarriages were frequent. ■ • In 1877, y*,lu;n..the Nez Perce Indians under Chief Joseph came through the valley on the warpath, the white set tlers living near Corvallis built a turf Wall fort just north of the present townsite. Here, in this inclosure, i many families gathered for safety, but the fort was never attacked. The biiilding of the fort was a big task. Sod was plowed up in the neighboring fields and every hand turned willing ly to the common effort of providing protection against wliat was believed J iq be 'impending massacre. ! *The first, school opened at Corvallis j Whs ont only the oldest in the Bitter Root valley, but the oldest in old Mis soula county, the Corvallis school be iftg district No. I,-while Missoula was district No. 2. A building was erect ed near where the residence of Jos eph Bowden now stands. It was of snmll dimensions, but ample for the needs of the time. Here, too, the pioneers ..worshipped. The Methodists Were thé first to hold regular services. John WT.igh't, and Mrs. H. Lent were «be first; teachers of this little pioneer school. .Money in "those early days was sel dom the medium qf exchange. The pioneers had little need of anything besides food and clolhing. Trading among themselves;..'consisted chiefly : I the ; exchange of commodities which they theyselves raised. Thus.the sale of a ranch for a horse aqil ' a rifle, mentioned at the beginning of this ar ticle, ivas the most natural thing in the world. Mr. Slack's father afterward sold à ranch to Lige Chaffin, father of B. S., M. L. ami C. C. Chaffin, for 10 head of horses. This ranch is today owned by M. L. Chaffin and is valued at upwards of $200 an acre. But, speaking of early land values, the whole of Hamilton, south of Main street, was once traded by the late AI Marris to Sam Hall of Grantsdalé for a scrub cay use. i^nd this property is now worth hundreds of thousands of collars. sojourn. "Too wet," remarked Mr. Carlisle, yesterday, "The Bitter Root is good enough for me." ! j ; j 1 ! Batter Lnts Than Not at All. ! lie pastor ot the little country chure Bad been much annoyed by having tb members of his congregation straggl in long after the service had begun One Sunday mor dug. when be felt Ilia further forbearance with this fault wa Impossible, be doeiiled to rebuke sonn conspicuous offender. About tvvent; minutes later than the proper hou there entered a mild mannered littli woman, one of the regular attendant! of the church, but quite incorrigible ii her tardiness. The minister looked up fixed her with his spectacles and re marked: "Sister, you are very much bobine time. I hope you will not be so late ii getting into heaven." Tlie little woman looked up, sublet sweetly and without a trace of coufu sion replied placidly: "I shan't care about that, doctor, sc long ns I get there." And now the pastor feels that the smile* that )vont round the church some how spoiled Co- c, ecLvoness of his •om-im.und \ ■ 1 : Tribune.