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IN THE BLAOKFOOT COUNTRY.
A Reminiscence of the Editor-An Old Story Revived, with Changes Ac cording to Hoyle. [While traveling through Montana, last summer, in the capacity of correspondent, we wrote an impression of the Blackfoot region, under the inspiration of the beautiful scenery of that valley, than which there does not exist one more romantic or picturesque, and which would be more visited if better known. The sketch woven therein has a foundation in fact, which old miners will recognize, and if it is not correct we will lay the blame on the gentleman who told us the story by our camp fire. The event has about died out of memory, and no two stories of the tragic scene are alike, but all agree in the main particulars. We after wards learned that the Frenchman referred to con tessed his crime in France, where he was executed for the murder of another wife.--ED.] A gem of the Rocky Mountains is the vale of the Little Blackfoot, situate midway be tween Deer Lodge and Helena. Like a crea tion of Moore in romantic beauty, wild and uncultivated, and only a couple of lonely ranches subtracting just a little from utter lonesomeness, which to us adds additional charm. A description at best is tame, for nothing can convey to the mind the perfect beauty of the scenery, which gathers not its power in sublime and ragged peaks, nor bot tomless abysses, nor towering waterfalls, but in rounded, massive outlines, and a multi plicity of romantic details, which are the poetry of landscape; not the grandness of its parts, but its completeness as a whole, satisfies the mind prone to admiration of the beautiful in nature. It is from one to two miles wide, and per haps 15 miles long, as level as a floor, and walled on either side by mountains of great bight, those on the right being precipitous, and covered only with grass and occasional groves of fir trees, while those on the left are undulating like a pile of cumulous clouds, and covered by heavy:and dense forests of pine. Through the middle of the valley runs the Little Blackfoot river, a rapid stream about fifteen yards wide and in many places six feet deep, lined on each side with balm-of Gilead and cottonwood trees, all growing at regular intervals from each other, as if plant ed by the hand of man. This stream is full of trout, and we had more than our usual luck in catching them. Our camp fire was by the side of this beautiful river, just five miles below the "Frenchwoman's." The sun setting in a sky of red, which reflected a rich purple from the dark forests of distant mountains away down the valley, and throw ing streams of purple light down through its whole length. Towering above and casting a somber shadow as the sun sunk lower, was the precipice which the river had cut into the side of the mountain, and crowned by a tuft of pines, from whence came strange cries of wild animals which make the hills their home. We were eating a supper comprised of fried trout, bread and butter and coffee, when we were a little startled at the sight of a hu man being coming toward us-in this soli tude so unexpected. He was clad in a blue shirt and a pair of brown duck overalls, and wore a straw hat which probably had seen at least two seasons of service. He car ried in one hand a hatchet, and in the other a steel gad about six inches long. "How ! stranger," said he, as soon as he got near enough. We answered, "How !" according to the custom of the country. "Can you let a fellow eat a bite at your fire ? Have tramped since sunrise, stranger, and begin to feel played. Can't stand what I used to could, though I was a tough one in my time. Why, stranger, when I come to this coast in '49 the hardships was enough to kill you tenderfeet, and I've been on the rus tle ever since." We gave a cordial assent, and invited him to share with us.our supper as we saw him unroll the contents of the handkerchief hanging from his belt, which consisted only of dry bread. He drew up with a thankful look, and continued: "Have struck it. rich, many ,times, but somehow it always got away. Bug juice and freeze-out was too much for me, but I never gave up trying to get the best of it. I've sunk a thous and miles to get bed rock in my time, and have taken out that bucket, full many a time in a single day's clean-up, you bet. But now I'm flat broke, stranger, an' getting old, an' no home, an' I'm hunting for a little dig gins, just enough to keep me in grub. Come to this country in the early day ['62] from Californy, and have been rustling up an' down this valley ever since. They call me Uncle Billy about here now-Mr. Sparks it was when I had plenty of dust, an' wore a biled shirt-about gone to seed now, pard ner." I supposed he had seen exciting times in what must have been an eventful career, and said it was not many of the old '49-ers who were left in the Western country. "You just put it there, pard," as he extend ed a hand of immense proportions. "I could tell you things that would raise your hair for a million years if you only had time. But I must go, stranger, got to make the French woman's yet, much obliged to ye." We as sured him that he was welcome to put up with us if he chose, and after giving us a rapid scrutiny to seeif we meant it, he seated I himself by the fire. '"Don't care if I do, stranger, fact is I kinder don't like to put up there if I can help it; not that I'm skeery, but somehow I never feel1 just right, when I think of the place. Was there juist fifteen years ago this summer. Had put up there- she was a neat looking :critter - black haired, black-eyed, and sharp and cute look in', may be thirt yearis old, an' a goad house keeper. She was on the rustle, and made a living by keepin' a sort of hotel for us rov in' miners-did well at it too-charged a dol lar a meal and two for lodgin', an' I've seen thirty men spread on the floor asleep many a time. Them was good times then, pard, and plenty of dust. Some of the boys said as the Frenchman that stayed around there was not hers by law, but it was none of our busi ness, and we cared little for them things them days. Fifteen years ago about this time I stopped there, an' there was three others besides me. I felt kinder strange that night and didn't sleep well. Woke up about 12 o'clock an' was thirsty an' feverish, so got up an' went out to the spring, about forty yards away. The moon was a shinin' bright -just about as she will to-night. I was lay in' down to the spring drinkin', an' was about to get up, when I saw the horns an' head of the biggest elk you ever saw, coming to the spring. Well, I shot him, stranger, jus' where he stood, an' I doubt if he ever saw me. Together with thinkin' an' drinkin' an killin' of the elk, an' lookin' at him, 1 was gone half hour or more, an' when I got back to the house, an' went into the barroom on the way to bed-there was only two rooms there was the Frenchwoman, as I live, stran er, a lying in the corner, near the fireplace, with her head split open with an ax, an' the ax alliblood was by her side. Pardner, my hair raised, I tell you. Then I raised the boys, an' we tried to think who it was as had done the deed. The other boys was a whisperin' together an' glancing at me, an' I knew they suspicioned me, an' I knew they'd hang me up in a minnit if the suspicion took fair holt, an' I said, 'None of that, boys,' then I told them as how it was about my wakin' up, goin' to the spring, an' about the elk; an' they went out an' found 'twas so; then we suspicioned her feller, the French man, an' we got him out an' told him to fess up, as he must pass in his checks; but he said he was innocent, an' as how he thought lots about her. In the mornin' we took him out to a fir tree near where the woman is buried, and strung him up, an' then let him down again; but he stuck to it that he was innocent, an' we strung him up three times, stranger, but he still stuck to it that he was innocent, an' we let him go. No one ever knew for certain who killed the French woman, but we always. suspicioned her fel ler. Well, the sheriff came down, an' he found $8,000 in dust an' money hid away in her fire-place-they have got it boarded up now--an' he said she had as much more in the bank at Helena. But we buried her near the fir tree where. we had strung up her fel ler, an' put a little fence around to keep off the coyotes, an' there she is yet, an' so is the tree an' the fence. And that's why I hate to put up there, stranger.". He had finished, and. sat silently looking into the fire, and we all sat silently looking into the fire, and a sensation of chilliness crept over me, intensified by the solitudes and the indistinct reflections and shadows created by the full grown moon on the now weird landscape. No more stories that night, but rolling into our blankets were soon to sleep. I all the time dreaming of the Frenchwoman and her tragic fate. We broke camp next morning, after three days spent in hunting and fishing, and pro ceeded along up the valley, again to cross the Rocky mountain chain in one of its wildest passes. Just four miles, and there, amid the desolation of one of Montana's by-ways, ly ing lonesome and apart, upon a naked hil i lock, near by the stunted fir tree, which hum med its mournful requiem in unending ca dence, lay our heroine of last night's story. The rude fence still there doing duty as guard from the only visitor, the coyote, and as we pass a fleeting cloud casts its shadow over the old house which was once her home leaving a shadow on the memory wholly unfleeting. The pass by the Mullan road on the West ward slope is by a gradual and at times im perceptible rise, and it is by a slow and te dious drive along the narrow gulch of five hours, that the summit is at last reached. The descent, however, is exciting and rapid, and the wagon, despite the brake and rough lock, slides down the steep roadway in a man ner suggestive of broken necks if, by a sin gle mischance, the braking' apparatus should give way. The road here was through a gloomy forest of gigantic pines, their tops over-arching the path, and shutting out the sun, and the white lime-stone of the track was worn into deep and dangerous ruts which the attrition of wheels had cut into it, but 'making a white and plainly discernible road. Still pitching downward, for an hour, and again we were upon the Atlantic slope, with its desert of cactus and sage, and burnt and rusty bunch grass, and bare and stultified hills-and noihing more. Tonm (Corwin's Welconie to his Son-in law. At the marriage of his oldest daughter, Eva, to Mr. George R Sage, a young lawyer, of Cincinnatti Corwin manifested so much feehng ththe occasion took more of the as pect of a funirl than of .weddiD. D ing the ceremony he shed tears and at the sp per, after a prolonged and solemn Bilence, he this thing is never going to happen again in ding here. I will get a nigger six feet tall, knock ;any young man in the head who comes to see my daughters." Gen. Garfield relates that, shortly before Corwin's death, when he returned to Wash ington from a flying visit to Lebanon to at tend the marriage of his youngest daughter, he referred to this marriage of Eva, and said that he shut himself up in his room for three or four days before it occurred, and could not be persuaded to take any part in the pre parations, and only on the most earnest solic itation did he come down to witness the cere mony. He said: "I could not endure the thought of my daughter loving another man better than myserf; and yet she married a noble fellow. I tell you I had a horrible time of it until the ceremony was over." A new combination of petroleum and steam was tried in Jersey City on the 31st ult., which gave the utmost satisfaction. The combustion is almost perfect, the gasses of the water combining with the carbon of the oil. It will cost $4 instead of $25 to run a locomotive from N* York to Philadelphia. .STOCK BRANDS. HENRY°KENNERLY, Range. Teton. Brand on left side. Postoffice address, Ft.Henton. M. T. AZ R. 8. PRICE, Range--Judith Basin. Brand on either right or left hip. Address Fort Benton. Also owner by pur chase of the following brands: U on left thigh, for merly owned by P. II. Kenyon and Char!es Lehman; I1UI on right ribs or right hip, formerly owned by Joe Gehrett. All persons are hereby warned against using either of said brands in any way. TO STOCK MIEN. HELENA, Montana, December 5, 1889. I hereby certify that I have never sold to any party whomsoever any cattle belonging to myself and Chas. Lehman, branded U on left thigh or G vented on right thigh, and never sold to E. Rosser any exceot four head of steers. T. D. KINYON. R. S. Price now owns the above brand. Address Fort Benton, M. T. HELENA, Montana, December 8, 1830. This is to certify that I never sold any stock cattle of my brand, G on right thigh, without the same be ing vented, and never sold any with my brand and U on left thigh to any person. JOSEPH GANS. X-10 u-8 MEAT MARKET Cor. Bond and Main S treets, FT. BENTON, - MIONTANA. All kinds"of Meat, Fish. Poultry, Vegetables, etc. kept on hand. All kinds of Gamein season. Goods Delivered Free. C. S. SANBORN &:CO. PROPRIETORS. BRABDBURY & CO. Blac ksmithing -AND WAGON REPAIRING. We are prepared to do any class of work in our line, and in the most thorough and workmanlike manner. Livery, Draft and Saddle Horse Shoeing.; MIULE [SHOEING. Cor. Baker and Franklin Sts. FORT B ENTON, - MONTANA. CENTENNIAL HOTEL BENTON, MONTANA. CULBERTSON & ILLS, PRBOPRIETORS. NEW AND COMIFORTABLE ROOIS With or without fire. The house has been recently enlarged and new sleeping rooms added. Board by the dayor week. Special rates given Regular Boarders. Passengers on Coaches wishing to Stop at this House will please Inform the drivers. JOHN SCHWARTZ, Dealer in Fine Cig ars Confections TOBACCO, CIGARETTES, :Nuts,t, Toilet .Articles, And a full line of ,SMOKERS' ARTICLES, . OTIONS, ETC., ETC. NEXT DOO TO .THEi POST OFFICE. We have aline banidof horses, tbree antlfour years old, of fropb' f to threequarter breed, whichwe will I. G. BAKER, St. Louis, Mo. W. G. CONRAD, FORT BENTON. C. E. CONRAD, FORT MACLEOD. JOHN H. CONRAD, FORT MCKINNEY. I. G, BAKER & C0, FORT BENTON, M. T. BANKIERS, FREIGHTERS, INDIAN TRADERS STEAMBOAT OWNER S, Wholesale and Retail Dealers in GENERAL MERCHANDISE, We are in receipt of a Larger Stock of Assorted Merchan dise than any other House in Montana. and offer Special Inducements to Cash Buyers. WILL PAY THE HICHEST RATES FOR ROBES AND FURS PROPRIETORS OF BAKER & CO.'S BONDED LINE, FROM EASTERN CANADA TO THE N. W. TERRITORY. Will Contract Freight from all Eastern Cities in Canada and the United States to all points in Montana and the Northwest, WILL INSURE COODS via MISSOURI RIVER. Eastern Office, No. 219 Olive St., St. Louis, Mo. BINTO N STBLES McDEVITT & WRICHT, PROPRIETORS. LIVERY, FEED and SALE STABLE Day and Night Herd. Horses Boarded by the Day or Week. Saddle Horses, Light and Heavy Turnouts FURNISHED ON SHORT NOTICE AND AT REASONABLE RATES. W. E. TURNER, M. D. PHYSICIAN AND SURCEON, -DEALER IN PERFUMERY, TOILET ARTICLES. Paints, Oils, Varnishes, Brushes and Glass, CIGARS, NOTIONS, CONFECTIONERY, ETC, Front Street, - - - - Fort Benton, M. T, H. J. WACKERLIN. T. C. POWER & BRO. H, J, Wackerlin & Co. 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