Savannah morning news. [volume] (Savannah) 1868-1887, 1883-08-22
IN THE YELLOWSTONE.
The Tragedy of the Presidents Rife
and Routt's Cow.
Cbje10o Ne,re


The sun had been hidden all the draarv
morning behind great banks of leaden
clouds. Cold gusts of wind came down
from the Northwest and sighed a mourn
ful requiem through the dismal forests.
All nature seemed to be suffering from an
acute attack of indigestion. and even the
bronehO pony, standing listlessly in front
of General Sheridan's tent, looked as
though ne had forgotten to put on his
/ liver-pad.
1t was cold day in the Valley of the
Yellowstone, and the Presidential party
refused to be cOmfOrted.
AT last the chief, rising superior to
climatic conditions, proposed a short
| hunting expedition. 'TPerhaps.v he re-
marked, with an unutterable look at
General Stager, ''we may run across some
Yellowstone rabbts.''
Robert Lincoln tainted. General Stager
nushed angrily, and the guide turned
pale and took to the woods.
''C0ntound the fellow" muttered Gem
eral Sheridan. Chow N thunder can we
go huntin' without guide9v
Never mind, PHIL" said Mr.. Arthur,
soothlngly; 'we won't go far. so Wen
have no difficulty in finding our way
back. Come along" and singing his
trusty rifle over his shoulder he left the
camp, followed by all except General
sstager and Robert Lincoln.
The clouds had cleared away. and the
sun was sinking to rest behind a con-
Venlent mountain peak. Robert Lincoln
was preparing the supper, and General
otaSer and the guide were playing seven
up, shout was heard in the distance,
and the guide arose and took an Observa-
tion.
''Them's 'um," he said, pointing to the
southwest, "an' they've got suthin'.
Guess it's bar. The broncho's a-drag-
GIN it,
In a few minutes the hunting party
reached the camp.
"What have you got?' asked General
Stager.
"Oh, nothing" replied General sheri-
dan, with affected sang froid, ''onlv
black buffalo,"
"We didn't see any Yellowstone rab-
bits, Stager," said Mr.. Arthur, $50 | lust
picked off this buffalo merely to try my
gum
"Black buffaloes," said General Sheri-
dan, "are not to be found every dav.
Ihey are, so to speak, a rara avis.
(HoW's that for high, Mixer They do
not travel in droves like the ordinary
DunaIo, but Craze singly upon the foot
NILS. Ihls one we approached with
great caution, and at ten yards rise the
President knocked him over. first non.
Robert, think you had better skin the
beast, and we'll have her stuffed and
placed in the"
"Well, I'll be gOldurnedn' interrupted
the guide, who had just stepped up to
take look at the dead animal.
Nv hats the matter?' asked General
sheridan, little anXiOusly.
'What'n thunder did ye shoot that COW
fur?"
Cow" exclaimed the hunting party
in chorus.
'Oh, yes; you mean buffalo COW. of
coursey said the chief.
buffalo COW be burned. Whv. there
amt no buffalo bout that animile. That's
John l.. Routt's old black COW wot he
took across the plains years ago. Why,
he's raised dozen big herds oti'n that old
COW, and she's made him rich. He
wouldn't hev lost that COW fur $4,000.
Like ez not he'll kill the hull party if he
finds it out"
The night was dark, and a cold driz-
zIng rain descended upon the Presiden-
tial party. They had pulled up stakes
ana were moving, regardless of the in
clement weather, in the general direction
OF Uncle Rufus Hatch's hotel. Better
be drenched to the skin," said the Presi-
dent, in response to growl from General
Stager, ethan to have Routt ind us camp
ing within ten miles Of that dead cow"