The weekly chronicle. (Bozeman, Mont.) 1883-1883, 1883-04-18

among the Rocky Mountains the riff
must cease to be the law. 1t is bett er t.
have your goods stolen than to be the
theft. 1t is better to be killed in colo
blood than to be a cold blcoded murder
er. 1t is better to suffer wrong than to dc
wrong. Another good thing is that the
wounded man has uttered no complaint
nor has he breathed a word of vengence
against his would-be-slayer. The story
also became current that he carried his
sentiments so far that he had
bequeathed David Kennedy his fine
Vanderbilt silver watch in the event of
his death.
During an interview with the wounded
man / asked him in regard to the truth
of this statement and his reply was
"Not if I know myself I didn't" "But
might you not have said it while under
the influence Of Cinnabar waters, and
the almost immediate certainty of be-
coming an angel?" II might, and then
I might not" and then added with a
grim smile: II am not the stuff to make
angels Of" 1t struck me that it might
be good idea for him to send the watch
to Congress as an expression of his graft
tude to it. "What has Congress done for
me that should send my good old Van
derbilt to it7" "My dear fellow Congress
has set this park apart as free hunting
ground for the people. You can kill
anybody but elk, and rob anybody but
black-tailed deer Of their SKINS" 'If1
were a black-tailed deer would send
them my Vanderbilt, for then my death
would have been avenged" "But you
do not wish to be avenged, / am told?"
Neither I do, but let me tell you ther'l
be more blood shed in the park next
summer than ever before, and more
"black-legs" than black-tailed deer
more than you could shake stick at"
And I believe there will. Congress has
done nothing to establish law and order
in the National Park. It has taken
measures to protect the lives of animals
and the liberty of the citizen as tourist,
but it has done nothing to restrain the
lawless hand of rapine and murder with
in its precincts. Last summer the park
was a safe resort for horse thieves and
robbers. Not an arrest was made, nor is
there any legally constituted authority
within the park to arrest any person
guilty of an offence against person or
property. It is we'll known that arrests
had been made on former occasions for
breaches of the peace, but the superin-
tendent Of the park had to pay all costs,
as the Secretary of the Interior decided
that he had no authority, nor had grant
ed any. authority to his subordinates to
act in criminal cases.
This matter needs ventilation. The
National Park either must have special
code of laws similar to that Of the Dis
trict of Columbia or it will become the
pleasure resort of thieves and murderers
with the old code of barbarism.
"Let him take who has the power, and let
him keep who can"
In the song of "Cinnabar Water the
legend of the DEVILS slide when the
earth was drunk and the story of the
Vanderbilt bequest are both reserved in
the song. For it is just possible that he
may have profered his watch while
wrapped in swinish limbeck."
CINNABAR.
Long, long ago, one could easily see,
Yellowstone Valley had been on a spree:
the mountains were raised, the canyons were
sunk,
And old Mother Earth got terribly drunk.
The devil got as drunk as devil could be
And slid to the bottom of Cin-na-bar-ee!
Fill up your demijohn, fill up your can,
A health to the devil, damnatien to man!
Give Davie my Vanderbilt, let him go free,
To slide when he pleases down Cin-nacbaree
Not long ago, it was Sunday, and we
Sent three of our boys down for Cin-nassbar-ee
Mad-day Is moon's-day, each emptied his cup,
Reason ran down, and our passions ran up.
Bullets were flying, and two entered me,
Perhaps am dying, from Cin-na-bar-ee.
Fill up my demijohn, fill up my can,
A health to the devil, damnation to man!
Give Davie my Vanderbilt, let him go free
To slide when he pleases down Cin-na-bar-ee.
Yellowstone Valley may stagger and reel,
Satan keeps busy with bullet and steel;
The Yellowstone Park is growing in fame
Killing its men and protecting its game.
Wei drink If we die for I, so let us be free,
To slide when we please down Cin-narbar-ee
Fill up my demijohn, fill up my crn,
Salvation for game, damnation for man;
My Vanderbilt, Congress, I'll send to thee,
When sleep my last sleep on Cin-na-bar-ee
Hang up my Vanderbilt, keep it in sight,
Twill tell you the day-when I'm In the
night;
Guard well the geysers, for elk have due care,
Don't shoot the black nor the cinnamon bear.
The bird and the beast protected should be,
While murder sits smiling on Cin-a-bar-ee.
FIJI up my demijohn, NIL up my can;
I'll take my last drink, then die like man
When VANDERBILT goes, Oh; Congress to thee
You may know that I'm sleeping in CHINA
bar-ee.
HuMAN1rAs.