Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1878-05-14

Beaupre, Allen & Keogh- Grimshaw. who,
as ranchero, feeds his frugal boyines, on
an elegant range just without the hills, and
Mr.. Webster who, with silvery locks and
we'll filed pocket book, was en- route to the
Hills for speculative purposes, held down the
middle seat, and took turns dry nursing
BARNS to the infinite comfort of their
mammas who sat in the rear seat of all,
THE boot" the choicest position on coach,
was occupied by the driver, the messenger
and the GLOBES commissioner, the latter
maintaining his place through broiling suns,
and tanning winds much to the discontinue
of inside passengers who tried various de-
vices to secure an outside ride but invariably
failed. Here let me insert word of advice
to stage passengers. In favorable weather
select seat with the driver, if possible,
IT'S much more comfortable, subjects you
to less motion and consequently obviates
seasickness more effectually than any other
seat upon the stage, besides which you en-
joy an unobstructed view of the country
around you. Failing to secure this position,
ego for' the forward inside seat. True, it
necessitates riding backward, but The nau-
seating rocking of the coach will have less
effect upon you there than if you are en-
sconced upon the back cushion for which
nine-tenths of all passengers are willing to
fight, if needs be, but who will be wise in
needing this suggestion.
The roads were simply execrable, and the
least said about them the better. We en-
joyed oil varieties, sand; alkai and
"gumbo" Through which we dragged, jump
ing out and in the vehicle at frequent inter
walls to relieve our four in hand and consid-
cred three miles an hour a high rate of
speed. Cannon Ball and Grand rivers were
forded-our coach being the first over the
latter since the storm-albeit the water
reached to within an inch or two of the stage
body. At Cedar river, we found that the
river had risen eight feet in as many hours
The current was fifteen feet deep and coursed
along at the rate of ten miles an hour, with
could be distinctly heard mile away. An
order to alight caused the kickers to s:cut
loose" and all hands to grumble when in
formed that we must ferry the stream and,
from the other side, continue our journey in
a lumber ''dead AK wagon, but scarcely had
the growing symphony concluded when to
the opposite bank ratified north bound
coach carrying Joe Hamaker, of Forepaugh
& Tarbox, J. w. Fallihee, of Gordon e.
Ferguson, and a couple of bomb, fire, water
and burglar proof sample cases as big as the
oaths of the Jehu who tugged and jerked
and fumed for an hour in his efforts to un-
load and drag them to the river. The two
drummers "and demijohn meandered BY
the rivers side and from the rank DER hang
ing brush produced thing called ''ferry
boat but which would battle the most
graphic writer to in any way accurately de-
scribe. A wagon box enwrapped by wagon
sheet is the best that can do. To either
end of this novel affair were attached bits of
string, straps, pieces of wire and wood by
which the wonderful craft was guided from
bank to bank by persons on shore while pas
sengers busted themselves, in transit, with
old pots and cans bailing water from the
"boat." The first trip brought over the
drummers and demijohn, all of whom were
most cordially greeted particularly the
demijohn. Our little party, we're, in details.
safely crossed and the Journey continued.
Arriving at the Belle Fourche ut nine
O'Clock at night, we found that stream TWEEN
ty-fve feet deep and hundred yards wide.
Intense darkness enveloped the earth, while
strong wind rushing through the timber
and mingling its means with the roar Of
maddened waters caused feeling of terror
to possess the entire company. From bank
to bank stretched a heavy cable that, sway
ing in the breeze whistled in shrillest accent,
or, with loud report, swooped down and
kissed the tumbling waters. The stoutest
heart was appalled,, and levity gave way to
serious meditation. The ferrymen, com
fortably housed upon the opposite bank were
unconscious Of our arrival, and, as the wind
waited back our shouts and pistol shots. we
stood beneath the grooming trees good half
hour. until at last speck of light appeared
over the water, danced along the bank and
disappeared. Another half hours silent
waiting, and then our ears were assailed by q
creaking, rattling sound and from the great
gloom to the shore at our feet glided, with
swiftest motion, little low yawl-the ferry
boat. No small amount of courage was
needed to embark upon q craft of such frail
quality ,and over water whose expanse we knew
not of, and whose rage was forcibly indi-
Gated by it's thrilling roar. Still there was
no escape, so nerving ourselves we groped
our way down the bank and into the boat.
were showed into darkness and, by the force
OF the current, were carried across with great
velocity. Our Deadwood trip was full Of in
teresting episodes, but none to whjeeH
memory will more tenaciously cling than to
that sensational ferrying of the maddened
Belle Fourche. On the south bank we were
gladdened by sight of the station enclosed
by suggestive stackade, behind which
artillery and rifles by the dozen were con-
veniently disposed. A log shanty about IL
x20 feet in dimensions, with two hunks at
one end, stove at the other and q long deal
table ranging through the centre Of the
room was thrown open for our accommoda-
ton and that of the company's employees.