The river press. [volume] (Fort Benton, Mont.) 1880-current, 1881-03-16
THE RIVER PRESS

1ul season, for il is deserved not only on per
sonal grounds, but for The enter prise and put
lie spirit be displays.
Poor I'd Quinn is dead. He was q noble.
manly gentleman. He was o kind, gentle,
loving son, an afffectionate brother, q gener-
Gus, Wnole-souled friend 10 one he liked
generous 20 . fault, courteous to everyone,
popular with all, a good, reliable business
man, honest and industrious, and a man
amongst men. Poor fellow! cut down ii
me very prime OF life, swept into q seething
mass OF maddened waters, and into endless
eternity without a moments warning when
life seemed brightest.
Eyens, Hale 6 Co. have had a heavy force
Or men engaged for the past four months III
cutting wood on the upper Shonkin, which
they will float to within a couple Of miles OF
Benton with the spring rise Of that stream.
They have about {, 900 cords ready now, and
are still chopping at the rate of twenty-five
cords per day. The wood is pitch pine, and
The best zinc of fuel ever brought here. The
firm have shown commendable energy in the
matter, and deserve the success which their
enterprise insures.
The Ethiopian Ministries, at Rowe's hall
Saturday night, was a decided success. The.
citizens meeting at the Court house kept a
good many away, yet there was q fair atten-
dance. MIR. Collins retained the position
gained in his previous effort in his Irish de-
linestions, excellingi if any thing. The essence
Of Old Virginia, by A. w. Smith, was well
taken. John Lorenzo, in his original Sarah
Walker, and also the Chinaman in Trouble,
brought down the house. We pronounce his
efforts a decided success. Mr.. Roony, in his
clog dance received the applause justly mer-
rlted. Little Master Toohy, in that ~ini1nical
qnlntescenee, deserves more than a passing
notice. Messrs. Smith and Joiner, in their
double song and dance, was immense. The
performance asa whole, together with the
fine music rendered by the orchestra, was 8
decided success, and deserves better patron
age than heretofore given. They give an
other performance on Monday night, the 21st
inst, at which time Mr.. Collins will receive o
benefit.
Correspondence From Across fxae River.
Alone! yes, solitary and alone. The noble
red man has paled before my gaze. When
but q few days ago he made the glad welken
ring with resonance; it is now soniferous
and still. No longer my gaze meets the tri-
pod, scared and worn as it projects above
the torn and smoking tepee in its pyrotecnic
azi1nuth. No longer will I zee those primi-
tive children pass &c and fro, munching the
offal from from a second. class hash house, or
hear the plaintiye wall of the little papooae,
as il is born upon the shoulders of its mater
nal %progenitor> walking backward and for
ward in the still hours Of night or among the
busy throDg by day. No longer will those
beautiful queens in blanket array lure my
wandering thoughts from the blushing maid
ems Of the pale face. No, they are gone, like
the vast herds that once roamed over these
majestic hills and yonder boundless prairies,
through luxuriant grasses to pools of purest
crystal. We know not whittier they have
gone, but we do know that like the migratory
hosts they will return.
Last night as we sat Illuminating and pond
ering over their disappearance, We uncons-
ciously arose and wandered forth In the sol
itude Of our surroundings. Everything was
wrapped in darkness, hushed into silence, |
only broken by the low and solemn murmur
Of the mighty river. The sky seemed cloud
less, the winds mild and soft, but Venus nc
longer lent her charm The pleiades, high
above us, with Lyra sparkling near the
zenith, while Saturn and Jupiter in their
halcyon days Of love-making were just re-
firing III their silver couch in the distant
west. How still !! how beautiful and yet
how sad! as we continue to wander on we
ask ourselves when. when. again shall we
see that beautiful blanketed maiden When
again shall we see that blanketed maiden's
mother-in-law, and her sisters and her aunts
and cousins ? When again will We hear
those cultural chants, the sound OF the raw
hide drum, or see their gyrating forms rele-
eating through their incanti0ns prophetic OF
their simplicity? Who now will eat those
hash house scraps. Who will dare purloin
and appropriate overshoes and other little
commodities that are earelessly left by the
unwary. Time alone that marks all changes
will work out This solution. PILGRIM.
---uas 44azet-r aaa--
Halgsawooss LyceuIn.
The HighWood liceum met pursuant
to adjournment, at the residence OF Mr. Allen