Helena weekly herald. [volume] (Helena, Mont.) 1867-1900, 1874-02-05
drew up ane fired, and WOE, for his bullet

cent ward, believe he drank five dollars
WORTH While he was getting it down, l
conversed with the hostler. told him l
should think it would be lonesome out there.
He said when he first got there he did feel Il
little like man who had been tending an
elephant all his life, and from force of cir
crn,stances is obliged to exhibit white mice
for a living.
Robbers Roost has been the scene of many
attacks upon the down stages that carry the
treasures. Near by the road winds prcci-
pice. Only last summer, rs the stage was
rumbling along at this point. man jumped
from the bushes and planted Il rifle ball in
the stomach Of the driver. The poor fellow
put the whip to the horses, and bang went a
gun from the other side. lodging seventeen
buckshot in the stage. The holes are there
vet. The driver drove some little distance
4 United States Marshal was sitting by his
side Handing the lines to him, he exclaimed:
"1his is my home station! and fell back
into his arms and died.
a SHOT AT PORT NEUF CANYON.
From the Roost we droyc through Port
Ncuf canyon. The road runs by the Port
Neuf river, which flows through this canyon
Jack rabbits and ducks were plenty. 1t
looked as though somebody up stairs had
jack rabbit and duck sprinkling pot, and had
been sprinkling 'cm down there. Mr.. Flint
from New York, fired his gun at them and
hit nothing but the river. MIR. Flint, from
New York, added another weapon to his
arsenal. 1t was mortar. He was mortar
fed. We rolled along, gazing at the jack
rabbits, ducks, geese and antelope, once in
while passing freight train of three canvas
covered wagons hitched together by the
nfvyn
Oxen It takes these teams from forty to
sixty days to make the trip from Corinne to
Helena, and the price of freight is about six
cents per pound. The drivers use whiplashes
quarter of IN inch longer than the moral
law, and when they crack 'em over their cat
ties heads, it takes about four minutes for
the sound to get back to the drivers ears. l
saw one of these drivers. Poor fellow! he
had been out of tobacco three weeks. lie
had found an old fashioned sof, in his wagon
and he was smoking toe frop the bsttona of
il in 4 briarwood pipe. 1t vas touching
scene. l offered him some bbacco, but he
had smoked curlcd hair so long that he pre-
ferred it, l do pity that man; wife for her
furniture's sake, when he gets home. We
reached Black Rock, another home station,
at y. nl., took dinner and rode through IN
Indian reservation. The Snakes and Ban
nacks. If was Snake would prefer to
be Bannack, and if l was Bannack
would prefer to be a Snake got close to
one of them. He was so dirty nothing short
of six coates of whitewash would ever cure
him. lie ought to have been digger Indian,
for he dug at his hair so much that began
to believe that he was the Old Scratch him.
self
TIE LOvEI.lEST OF IER sen.
slso conversed with lovely squaw. If
she was the lovclest of her sex, Lord Corn
wallis help the rest. Her knaI-sack differed
from old John Browns. 1t was u
little warrior about two feet in length. His
mother grew up to have bow, and he II have
\ bow when he grows up. She wore for a
redingote an old army cvercoat. and her dia-
mond necklace was string of old tomato
rans. Indians don't have dictionaries.
There is only one word in their language.
It's an ngh-ly word. It's Ugh. Says l;
''The pale face greets the valley rose, and
gives her cordial welcome handing her
my whisky flask for the cordial welcome.
She drank the whole of it, chewing the cork,
md said ''Ugh." Says ''Do the wayward
winds of the valley too roughly deal with you,
fair daughter of the mountains:' Says she:
Ugh" Says 1 ''shall be favored with
iour hand for the lancers, and do you prefer |
emon or vanila?" Says she; Ugh" Says
[: "Do you think it better to be inundated |
IN the altar of your country than to die of a
'had bite on board fishing smack?" Says !
'he: ugh" asked her how she voted.
She said: Ugh"
Mr.. Flint Of New York stood by his guns
in the stage. We reached Tom Patch
no relation to Sam Patch) at II o'clock p. m.,
ook supper, ''dug OUT crossed Snake river,
md rode all night. What an awful night:
felt as though instead of going to Helena
he ena part should be left off and I'd already
'eached there was so tired I swore that
when reached H. I'd stand on one leg
while the other was resting. Mondays, Wed
,esdays and Fridays Id stand on my right
Tuesdays, Thursdays and Saturdays on my
eft, and on Sundays I'd sit down. The
nerning of the third day broke, and it almost
'roke my back. Breakfasted It Sand holes.
Sage brush plenty: not the kind for tea
n turkey dressing. That night We reached
Pleasant valley, half way to Helena. Cross
I'd the Rocky mountains at noon of the
-ed rocks in the prairie. Died on trout.
luail, &c. Not the first tims I'd uuailed
since lcavingC.
OCTBURsTS OF QUAIL.
They kill quail by feeding EN- on small
orpedoes, chuck stones at 'el,,and ''bust'
EN-, and cook the pieces Thi, method pre-
serves the flavor, but knocks spots out of the
We crossed deep canyon, ar
rived at Lovells home station, left al s. NJ,
arrived at Gaffney's at II a, m.; at night
reached Whitehall, dug out at 9 a. m. passed
through immense canyons, ovd mountains,
and walked up one hill three miles almost
Said I: II @ess I'll roll
down the rest Of the way to Hlena;" brt l
conclued to ride Did so downthe mountain
fifteen or eighteen miles arriving at Helena
that night, place containg 100 inhabitants,
situated in Last Chance gulch. It's been dug
up all over The main street vas once min