Helena weekly herald. [volume] (Helena, Mont.) 1867-1900, 1874-02-05
rs,E uumoRasr or THE WEST.
4 Whamsicn0 Traveller m the Rocky
Mountains.
unrk TWAIN R,vallcd.

York Sun is immensely rich and racy, and
we reproduce it in full AS humorist, the
writer. in this instance. has fairly and sQuarely
rivalcl Mark Twain. Read it:
HELENA. MONTANA, October 80, 1874.
nav after tomorrow, the time that an
writing to you will be called day before yes.
er.,,t I'm Il good ways from Coney Island
now. almost in sight of Westward HO, and
! ahou Il quarter Oi Il yard from ,s,'nSct-sC
ncal that | can look down the hatchway
whcl i, sets. bought through ticket tC
Corinnc. Utah, and l was glad when | gO1
through with it. had to buy shelf in Il
slcr ling car, too. l hrcakfasted q, Chicago,
dind in Omaha, and took supper in Corinnc,
| but not ali in one day. Corinnc Is over fifty
miles worse westward than Salt Lake city is.
passed through Ogden. Spell it with an II
and you'll get notion Of what it looked like
shor, time ago. It's better ut present; its
pasSable now-and that : the reason passed
through it. stopped at the Metropolitan
Hotel at Corinne. juxtapositioned with Il
historical cuss the first thing. Says he: so
he's dead, is he:" Says l, "Who:" Says
he, Napoleon" Says l, dead as mack
crcl." Says he, ''Stranger, I'm from the
mines, and only just heard it, One of them
died years ago, believe: but, stranger, what
gets ne is, what became of the other one
hundred and nine. Says l, Hundred and
nine: My dear sir, there never was one hun
dred md nine Says he. "Stranger, there
was hundred and eleven of them" And he
hauled out book and pointed out Napoleon
Ill, ard says he, whats that but one hun
drcd and eleven
Itook a dollars worth of natures sweet
.f,cN Il 1>O,,
q stage ticket for Helena, Montana. The fare
was Sos in grecnbacks. told the agent that
they never charged over ten cents for the
longest stage ride in New York, and l
thought that | was entitled to $64 80
change; but didn't get it. At 6 30 a. III. up
came what they call hack, covered with
canvas. four wheels, and horse for each
| wheel. One of them, white one, called
Old Dal. has been drawing stages seventeen
years lie can draw stages better than Mast.
SOME OF THE OLD STAGES.
One driver was Lee Goddard. lie has
driven stages twenty years. He wore felt
hat, al1 il looked as though it had been felt
of considerable. 1t was the same color as
Old Dad. and might have been made of Old
Dads hide when Old Dad was boy. lie
had an immense shawl for necktie, and
used ws in liquid form. When that man
some vars ago gavcthc toast. 'Connecticut,
the numcs State, where will you find
greater" little did he dream it would be
found % far West, and by me! Eureka! it's
al. Crater. and he goes on the stage from
Corinn, as an express messenger. He carries
gun md two navy revolvers, and guards
the Treasure chest. Mr.. GREATER and Mr..
Goddard are not strictly abstenious. We had
four passengers, and Mr.. Flint, of New
York, vas one of 'em. We started, and at
about Is Il. M. we Jumped it ook breakfast
ard dinner together, and changed horses for
he first time We rode all day up Il level,
winding valley. every little while passing a
Mormon hut. where the women seemed to be
loing most of the hard woK. The goose
hangs high here. We saw Thousands of them
lp in the air. and ducks were awful plenty
We rolled along until 7p m. when we ar
'ivcd at Malad, the first chime station.
Places where they change drives are called
nome stations. Malad is Mtlement of
laubics. 4 dauby is hut, frcsocd on the
outside with earth. You have lrard of the
Maid of the MIST" we'll. dau,y is made
Of mud. Here We had Il splendit supper ut
: Kcnney's. Twas hungry enough to have
eaten u broiled seal skin mitten, n Mcrri-
mack calico Goldfish ball rol!ct in cracker
crumbs. and stewed billiard cue, with
drawn butter on toast. would lave been
positive luxury. had been jOumcd so that
day, as though hadn't meat enough on my
bones to make sandwich for q day-old
mosquito. We slept here until 3 1. Ill. That
may he good time for "A agriculturist to
get up, but don't like it. We started again,
with Little Hank" hol( of the ribbons
He's good un: but, alas! like A. Greater
and Lee Goddard. he is nd strictly abstemi-
Gus. and there arc few il this section that
are.
MIR. FLINT HEART FROM
This morning We crossed the Malad
divide, piece Of the Rocky Mountains
and then through valleyup another range
OF mountains. Cinnamon bears arc plenty
among these mountains. They stand on their
hind legs md run like til. devil The talk
was of cinnamon bears, and Mr. Flint said,
1--WE oftca eaten cinnamon, but had no idea
before now that it grew on BEARS" after
saying which Mr.. Flint, of New York, sub
sided. We stopped at Robbers Roost to
change hrses. Here We heard from Mr.
Flint, of New York, again. He had three
pistols. eash about yard long, and back
yard at thst, and a whole barrel full Of pow
der. He vas much exercised about Indians,
and beganto look for 'em before he got ont
Of Corinre. When he heard the words
Robbers Roost'' he began to tremble.
While the change of horses was being made
he gathered his arsenal under his arms,
ready to rspel an attack. Says l, "What in
hunder {, you want with all those guns? If
you saw al Indian you couldn't hit him."
Says he, 81 could too; I'm good shot,"
Says I, "There's the whole Rocky Noun
tains only ten feet off, and I'll bet the drinks