Helena weekly herald. [volume] (Helena, Mont.) 1867-1900, 1872-01-18

. H. uEis Boyle, Esq. 81 D. al7rg
Large Audience and Cordial Greeting
f"'"-t'' Of the speaker .1..~ =
Is A large number of our citizens assembled
at the Court House, on Wednesday evening,
to listen to the lecture on Montana and Her
Resources" I" for several days past advertised
10 be delivered by Leonidas Fl. Boyle, Esq, at
the request of our people. The audience was
called to order by w. E. Cullen, ESQ, and
Mr.. J. F. Forbis was elected Chairman. Mr..
Boyle proved himself most agreeable
speaker, and his lecture, from the commence
ment to the close, was listened to with marked
attention. g.. -. .5a
We can only give few of the more prom
inent points of the gentleman's lecture. 1t
opened with brief reference to the vastness
of our territorial area. Stretching for $50
miles from north to south, and ESQ miles
from east to west, it embraces territorial
area of nearly 10000 square miles, and its
estimated population in 1870 gave to it only
one-seyenth of man to each square mile.
The speaker next took 1n.n #3 hif
~ BIRp's-EyE VIEW OF MONTANA.
A position above the Bald Mountain would
show, nearly in the front, and running to the
northward, the main range of the Rocky
Mountains. Near to us and in our rear,
branching from it, is the Bitter Root and
Coeur d'Alene range, forming the western
boundary of Montana. Nestled between
these mountains, like dimpled baby snugly
nestled in royal cradle, lie the rich valleys
of the Clarke's Fork of the Columbia river;
and there are the rivers themselves Just to
our front is the feeble Deer Lodge-neither
creek nor river-but gathering to itself, from
gulch and canyon and hill, even as hen
gathereth her chickens, almost innumerable
rills, rivulets and creeks. Soon assuming
more rapid and uncouth current, the Deer
Lodge becomes the He'll Gate. This, rein
forced by the Bitter Root from the south, and
Big Blackfoot from the north, assumes an
other name, and the broad and beautiful Mis-
soula stretches out before us. And now
comes the Flathead current, and after hearty
plunge through the spurs of the Ceur d Alene
range, the grand and magnificent Clarkes
Fork of the Columbia. In a short time this
is lost for awhile in the waters of Cem d'A-
lene Lake, but issuing from its northwestern
extremity, it rolls away from our sight, hid
den by great forests where trolls the Oregon,
and hears Cor once heard) no sound save It's
own dashings." ... ...... e.
Far to our north is the Flathead lake, now
quiet, but waiting for the future smoking and
raving steamboat, with obedient helm, and
wing swift to do the will of commerce.
These are tributaries of the Pacific Ocean.
A rapid glance at those of the Atlantic.
Just below us and to our rear, at the south
western base of the Bald Mountain, are few
hot springs, and those springs constitute one
of the main sources of the Missouri Feebly
and fiutteringly they run around to the north
of us; gathering other streams, they widen
into the Big Hole river. Off yonder to our
right, the Big Hole meets with the Beaver
head and Passamari, and then we have the
Jefferson. 81
Now for the others of its triad of brothers
which form the head sources of the great
Missouri. Beyond and further to our right
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Hole River, the head water of the Madison.
Still beyond, but farther to the north, is the
slender west fork of the Gallatin. Near to
Bozeman comes in the east fork, and at the
gate of the mountains the jefferson, Madison
and Gallatin come together, and the mighty
Missouri ploughs its way through steep
mountain canyon, takes its way to the north,
at Dearborn River turns to the east, takes
plunge over the great falls, and after swallow
ing the Milk and Marias from the north and
the Museleshell from the south, is lost to the
view among the Coteaux de Terre of Dakota.
Still further to our right and south lies the
Yellowstone Lake, shining, glistening and
glittering like huge mass of molten silver
just run from the smelling works of Mr..
Bohm. The Yellowstone River issues from
the debouchure at its northern extremity, and
for a time we lose it among its rocky fissures,
deep canyons, and the steam and spray ar
rising from innumerable hot springs, mud
geysers and tremendous cateracts: Yonder
again we see it flowing to the north, with
valleys soon to be awakened with the whistle
of the locomotive, and to laugh an abundant
harvest at the tickling of the ranchman's
plow. At the mouth of Shields River, and
near to the Crow Agency, it turns to the cast,
receiving the Big Horn, Tongue and Powder