The river press. [volume], June 29, 1881, Page 3, Image 3

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GOOD ADVICE.
It thou dost bid thy girl farewell
But for une hour though that farewell may be,
Press thou her palm, old man; how canst thou tell
ltow far from thee
F ate or caprice may lead her feet,
Ere thy next interview. Girls have been known
To lightly turn the corner of the street,
And days have grown
To months, and months to lagging years,
Before they looked into loving eyes again
That is in yours-and we have other fears,
But can't explain.
Th rafore, lest sundry whims should come between;
Or some new masher-clasp with pressure true.
The waist of her who goeth forth, and lean
And ki·s her too !
Yes, 11nd thou always time to chin
Some music in betwecn the smile and smirk,
0, collar t!ou the present, and get in
(;et in thy work.
PERSE(CUTED U TES.
dlddress of Chlief Coralow 1 hen Told to
'fake a TWalk.
[Laramie Boomerang,]
I'here will be a big pow.wow at the White
River Agency on the 25th, at which the Utes
will decide whether they will go away to
their new lands peacably or not.
We are permitted to publish in advance
the written statement of Cbief Colorow,
which he will submit to the meeting on that
occasion, and give it below :
Gentlemen of the Conference, Warriors, and
Pale-Faced Snoozers from the Land of the
Rising Sun:
My people to-day are cordially invited by
the white father to pack up their furniture
and go West to grow up with the country.
We are asked to leave our lands and take
up some claims in another locality under the
desert land act.
The white father tells his children to scoot.
He says he needs these lands in his business,
and asks the red man to gather his papooses
and take a little excursion into a strange
land.
The white father knows that when he
speaks he must obey his voice. He has the
regular army and another man to enforce his
couimancis. 0
We accept the situation. The bones of
our ancestors are here. Here are our homes.
llere are the spirits of our'dead. We have
handed in our remonstrance, but it don't
count.
In a few moons we must turn our backs
upo n these hills and valleys and go to our
new reservation.
White men with their pale squaws and
spindle shanked kids will build their wig
warns here. The prospector will come here
and dig holes in the earth, and the famner
will plant his crook-neck squashes above the
ashes of my people.
When the white father starts the music we
waltz to it.
We have been asked to irrigate the coun
try here and hoe corn like the white man.
Our hearts are heavy, and we cannot pro
mote the string bean. We will do what is
right, but we cannot work. The Indian can
not hunt the potato bug when the deer and
antelope are ripe. He cannot dig post holes
in the hot sun when the chase calls upon him
to go forth into the forests.
Here, where we have roamed through the
tall grass, and hunted the buffalo, the pale
faces ask us to build irrigation ditches and
plow the green earth with a rebelious
mule.
Here,where our war cry has been answered
back by the giant hills, we are told to whack
bulls and join the church.
They come to us and tell us wear pants and
go to school. They ask us to learn the lan
L:uatge of the pale face and go to Congress.
They send men to us who want us to learn
to spell and wear su3penders.
We cannot do this. We are used to the
ways of our people. Our customs are as old
as the universe. We scratch our backs against
the mountain pine as our people did a thou
sand years ago. We cannot change. We
can leave our land, but we cannot change
our socks every spring and do as the white
lman does.
We can go away from our homes and live
in strange countries, but we cannot wear
open-back shirts and lead in prayer.
Warriors, we will go to the land our white
father has given us. We will take our
squaws and yaller dogs, our wigwams and
our fleas.
We will go to our new home beyond the
river now, and when the autumn comes we
will take a bridal tour back to this country.
We will construct a holocaust, whatever
that is, and spatter the intellectual faculties
of the ranchers all over the country.
This is all. I am done. I have made my
remarks. I have twittered my twit.
Rtow Abdul AzIz was Got Rtd O:
The following account of the murder of
the late ex-Sultan of Turkey is taken from
a rumored confession of some of the alleged
conspiritors, who implicate several leading
functionaries:
The inner history of the revolution of
1876, as set forth by the recent discoveries,
begins with an intrigue between Hussin Avni
Pasha, then Grand Vizier of Turkey, and
one of the ladies of the harem of the Sultan
Abdul Aziz, some seven or eight years ago.
As usual in such cases, the secret amour was
discovered after some time. Hussein Avni
Pasha was banished, and in his banishment
received information of the execution of his
lady-love, together with a message from her
lips to the effect that she died for his sake.
For the blood of this unhappy woman Hus
sein Avni Pasha vowed vengeance upon Sul
tan Abdul Aziz. With Oriental patience he
cencealed his wrath and hatred. In due
time his friends induced the Sultan to receive
him again into favor. He was made Minis
ter of War, and immediately began to plot
against the Sultan.
After the deposition of Abdul Aziz, some,
at least, of the conspirators entered into a
plot for a complete change of dynasty in the
Empire. It was decided to make a bold
stroke, to destroy the new Sultan and all of
the blood royal, and to place upon the throne
the Sherif of Mecca. This man, being of
the lineage of the prophet Mahomet, would
have quite as much title to the rank of Caliph
as the Turks of the house of Osman, and
would introduce an entirely new element into
the politics of the country. In pursuance of
this plot, all the princes were invited, soon
after the accession of Murad V., to dine at
the palace. At this banquet they were all to
be killed by the conspirators. All but one of
the princes accepted the invitation. Abdul
Hamid, the present Sultan, for some reason
absented himself from the feast, and, in fact,
disappeared entirely during several days.
'Tne disappointed conspirators determined
to murder Abdul Aziz without waiting for an
opportunity for the full execution of their
plans. They laid their plans with great fore
thought. The doubts of the people and the
queries of the inquest of surgeons were all
anticipated. Professional athletes were lfired
to aid in the work, and to overpower the ex
Sultan. All weapons were carefully removed
from the apartments of the victim. Then
Hussein Avni Pasha, with two of his aides,
took the hired butchers to the palace where
Abdul Aziz was confined. Under pretense of
amusing him with exhibitions of strength,
the athletes drew near to the ex-Sultan, and
then suddenly threw themselves upon the
poor old man. A palace servant stopped the
Sultan's mouth; one powerful man seized
his arms; another was specially detailed to
make him faint with pain by wrenching part
of the body where a comparatively slight
compression would unnerve the strongest
man. The devilish ingenuity of this device
prevented any struggle on the part of the
victim. A fourth man then cut open the
veins of the arm with the little embroidery
scissors borrowed from the women for that
purpose, and the whole party waited with the
helpless lump of clay that was so lately Su'
tan until he had bled to death in his place on
the sofa. They accomplished their object
without noise, without inflicting contusions
on the limbs or on the body of their victim,
and without any bespattering of blood about
the room. When Abdul Aziz was dead, with
a great pool of blood saturating the sofa, and
streaming off upon the floor, the place was
fully ready for the inquest to declare the
murder a suicide. Of course, such a party
could not enter the place without attracting
attention. Some of the women of the palace
knew that the death of the ex-Sultan must
have been brought about by this visit. The
Pashas, therefore, proceeded closely to con
fine the wives and the mother of Abdul Aziz.
As to the younger women, they were divided
out amorgi the conspirators, and a paragraph
waa inserted in the papers which praised the
simple tastes of the new Sultan in his dis
posal of the harem of his predecessor. The
tell-tale lips were thus thought to be sealed.
The hired murderers were enormously re
warded, and the whole crime was covered up
by the unanimous verdict of the nineteen
surgeons.
Two Sitnuations.
Here was the first : A ragged boy of ten,
was hanging around the corner of Wood
ward avenue and Montcalm street, and six or
seven better dressed boys were blowing peas
at him, calling him names and daring him to
pitch in.
Here was the second: The ragged boy
entered a grocery store and bought a five
cent cocoanut, and as he started off up the
street six boys followed after him, saying re
spectively :
"I told youthe was a bully boy."
"If anybody touches him, he'll get punch
ed."
"What a nice boy he is !"
"Show me the boy who threw mud at him.
"Of course he'll divide, he hain't no hog!"
"I'll bet be could lick the whole crowd of
us, only his mother told him not to fight."
Aaron Burr.
A few months ago I took the ferryboat to
the north, or rather the northwest, shore of
Staten Island and landed at the village im
mediately opposite Bergen Point, called Port
Richmond, so named because it is the water
approach to old Richmond Court House, at
the center of the island. There is not a more
animated spot in the water scenery of New
York than this. It shows both the Bay of
New York and the Newark Bay, the latter
receiving the commerce of Newark City, and
Hackensack marshes, and of the Jersey in
lets as far down as the Baritan river. They
all pass out between Port Richmond and Ber
gin Point, through the Kill Von Kull, which
is only half a mile wide. A sick man could
set all day long at his window, watching
tugs, propellers, pleasure steamers, sloops
and schooners, oyster crafts, rafts and barge
tows, garbage fleets, yachts and excursion
barks filled with music, go past like proces
sions in a mirror. It was to Port Ricnmond
that Col. Burr, ex-Senator and Vice Presi
dent of the United States, ex-Attorney Gen
eral of New York, ex-candidate for Gover
nor of New York and for Minister of France
and was once almost President of the United
States, was brought one day in early June,
at about the present time of year, upon a
litter to die. The hotel, now called the Con
tinental, stands, nearly as it did at that mo
ment, right in your face as you turn from
the water at Port Richmond and only a few
hundred feet distant-a yellowish brown ho
tel with a gambrel roof, and six tall, spare,
thick wooden columns rising to the eaves
and inclosing in their piazzas three stories.
Ascending the steps to ·this piazza, a broad
door and hall are right opposite the middle of
it, and a broad flight of naked steps rises to
the second floor, and a similar hall there,
and the room to the left, as you look up
from the ground, is the room where Aaron
Burr died. Under it is the bar-room now.
The chamber is a square room, with little
carved bits of carpentering about the chim
ney side, and it is of a respectable size, quite
a bed-room parlor. Mr. Burr was borne to
it on a litter from the steamboat, an old,
helpless invalid, persecuted by bodily decay
and creditors, and the fear of dying in the
streets.
He had lost the confidence of man, woman
and child. Politics had spewed him out
thirty years before. Family circles had tried
him too often. Women had found he would
not only kiss, but tell. Clients found that he
would sell their confidence to the other side.
And yet forsaken, friendless and unpitied,
such WTas the mystery of this miserable little
man that half of the world said the President
of the United States, -then running for the
office before the people,was the son of Aaron
Burr. The religious world remembered that
the greatest logician and theologian since
Paul had been this outcast's grandfather.
The educated class knew that the founder of
Princeton College had been Aaron Burr's
father. Lawyers knew ihat his sister's hus
band had founded the first law school in the
New World. Once his daughter had led the
fashion and beauty of Washington society
and had married one of the richest planters
in the South. He was about to die in sight
of his birth place at Newark and his orphan
home at Elizabeth, where his father and
grandfather had ministered, and whence he
had entered the revolutionary army. These
two towns are in plain sight, and 'Elizabeth
is only about a mile distant. Fifty years be
fore being brought to Staten Island to die,
young Burr, while on Washington's staff had
proposed to the General to head an expedi
tion aga!nst Staten Island, every lane and
corner of which he knew, having made its
hills his rambling ground from the flat mos
quito-rldden plains of Elizabeth. It was per
haps his playmate's son, Judge Edwards, a
resident of Staten Island, who was almost
his only visitor at the inn. The island of
Tories was now about to receive the last
mould and living shadow of Aaron Burr.
G. A. Townsend in N. Y. Tribune.
"TIHE ELITE"
Corner Front and Benton Sts.
FORT BENTON, - IMIONTANA.
A CHOICE LOT OF
Whiskies, Wines and Cigars
ALWAYS ON HAND.
MARSHALL & WILSON, Prop'rs,
TheElite is the most popular resort in the upper part
of town. Drop in and have a friendly chat
PH(ENIX SALOON!
1.. Cents.'
BERNARD B. TIERNEY
has opened on Front street the largest and best sa
loon in Benton.
Two Large Airy Rooms.
Will afford the amusement-loving pnblic ample op
portunity for recreation at
TWELVE AND A HALF CENTS.
WINES, LIQUORS AND CIGARS
Of the best brands, and in large supply. Especial at
tention given to the manufacture of
MIXED DRNKS
To su!t all palates and tastes. One large room will
be used as a public club room, and ample fa
cilities provided for those who take ad
vantage of our pleasant resort.
ROWE'S BLOCK, Near the Overland.
CI GA_ R .
AT THE
EXTRADITIO N SALOON,
A large shipment made of this justly celebrated
brand of cigars.
"HERMITAGE "-'OURl MASH
And in connection with other features of this popular
resot, we have instituted a
Private Club Room,
And will take extra pains to serve the public who
may call upon us
J. H. EVANt &c CO.
J. 0,C BOURASSA,
Exchange Saloon
FT. BEN J ON, - 1ON''TANA.
This popular saloon is kept in first-class style, and has
constantly on hand a cloice assortment of
WINES, LIQUORS AND CIGARS,
OF THE VERY BEST BRANDS.
LESTER'S
CLUB ROOMS
Main Street, Fort Benton.
ST. LOUIS BEERl,
Wines, Liquors & Cigars
THE SULTANA CIGAR,
All in full lines, and served in the very beststyle.
Front Street, Fort Benton,
Choicest Wines and Liquors,
THE CELEBRATED
Sultana Cigars.
J, J, MURPHY, Proprietor,
THE BENTON SALOON
J. C. WARD, Prop.
A choice assortment of the very finest Wines, Liquors;
Ales and Beer always in stock, I make a
specialty of
FINE CIGARS.
All Drinks and Cigars Reduced to 12 1-20,
Call and see me.
J. C. WARD, Main St., Benton.
Overland Billiard Parlor
Next to Overland Hatel.
WINES, LIOUORS & CIGARS
OF THE BEST BRANDS.
All Drinks in Season.
W1i1, PRESTON.
BARKER DISTRICT
Main St,, next door to Court House,
FORT BENTON.
JOHN C. LILLY, Proprietor.
The very best
Wines, Liquors and Cigars
Kept constantly on hand.
GAN & KLEIN,
THE CLOTHIERS OF MONTANA,
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The Largest, Finest and Most Complete Stock of
Men's, Boys' and Children's
Boots and Shoes, Hats and Caps, Blankets and
OuiIts, Trunks and Valise,
GENTS' FUIRNISiHING GOODS, ETC.
Can be Found at our Establishment,
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Business Suits, Dress Suits,
Duck Suits, Rubber Suits, Etc.
Hand Sewed Boots and Shoes a Specialty. The Celebrated Stetson Hats
and all other Leading Brands, constantly in stock. California,
Pontiac, and all leading Manufactures of Blankets in all
colors and weights. Trunks and Valises in
endless variety.
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WE CARRY THE FINEST LINE OF FURNISHING GOODS IN MONTANA.
Cartwright & Warner's Underwear,
Silk Underwear, Merino Underwear,
Fancy Balbriggan Underwear, Etc.
THE WORLD-RENOWNED
"EVERLASTING DRESS SHIRT,"
E. & W. Linen Collars and Cuffs. Cassimere Shirts of all the Leading Pat
terns. Silk, Linen, Cambric and Cotton Handkerchiefs. Scarfs,
Neckties, Suspenders, Notions, Etc. British, Balbriggan,
Lisle Thread, Cotton and Woolen Socks,
IN ENDLESS VARIETY,
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We are also prepared to take Measures for Suits. 1,000 Samples to select from. Perfect
Fit Guaranteed. Call and examine our goods and prices before purchasing elesewhere.
GANS & KLEIN,
Fort Benton, M. T.
Front St., near Be~nton (Murphy, 1Neel & Co.'s old stand).
LOREY & MEINHARDT
GRAINERS PAPER
AND . ANGERS
Landscapeg, Ornamental, Fresco, Hlouse, Sign Banner and Scene Painting of
every description.
Orders solicited from every naut of the Territory, and we insure the utmost care and dispatch in all orders
through the mails. All work g!laranteed First class in every
particular, at prices to suit the times.
Office in Zeigler's New Brick Block,
HELENA, Mont.
HARRIS & STRONG,
PROPRIETORS.
LIGHT AND HEAVY TURNOUTS
Furnished on the shortest notice. The vehicles are all new and first-class, having been received late this fall,
and are all of the newest and latest make and design.
A specialty is made of
Saddle Horses for Ladies and Gentlemen.
THE BEST OF ATTENTION SHOWN TO TRANSIENT STOCK.
OVERLAND HOTEL
Front Street, Fort Benton.
This popular Hotel is situated in the centre of the town, convenient to the business houses,
and opposite the steamboat landing. A number of New Rooms have been recently
added, and nothing is left undone which will contribute to the comfort
and convenience of guests.
JOHN HUNSBERGER,
SPR iOPRIETOII.
ALL COACHES RUNNING INTO FORT BENTON ARRIVE AT AND
DEPART FROM THIS HOTELL