The Bozeman weekly chronicle. (Bozeman, Mont.) 1883-1889, 1885-07-15
Dakota on Top.

Dakota never does anything by halves.
When you speak of the billiards, they
convince you that the climate is especi-
ally adapted for orange groves or banana
trees. When they exhibited their pro-
auctions at New Orleans, they were not
particular from whence they obtained
their pyramids of corn, and when it
comes to spread-eagle 4th of July ora
tons they are all there, hear them
howl:
But, ladies and gentlemen, while
scanning the eheckered past with eyes of
patriotic fire, and looking through the
veil which hangs like a drapery Of eter-
nifty between the oblivion Of ages and
the bright prismatic splendor Of brilli-
ant and transcendental present, we
should not let slip from the pearly cham
bers of memory's shining temple the
grave and solemn truth that eternal
vigilance is the price of lib
e-r-t-yM TAT this original ending Of a
most wonderful sentence, the crowd
yells with admiration.] When Column
bus first landed at San Salvador and
looked back at the rolling foam of 5000
miles of briny ocean, imagine-oh, nay
dear hearers, imagine the heavings of
his proud, uncertain breast, as glanclng
back across the fowery gardens of an
unknown continent, he listened to the
signing of the cypress tree, and saw the
dusky natives roll their ebony eyes upon
him with mingled terror and admiration,
and listened to the tramp of the coming
millions yet to be or not to be, according
to the result of his beautiful Italian vOy-
age And right here let me say that
Columbus was man of nerve and in
domitable will a man Of spirit; man
of push and enterprise a man whose
name will be written in letters of bright
est gold upon the roll Of fame 10000
years to come Born at Genoa Column
bus was an Italian and here let me
quote the beautiful words of Paul, the
apostle, when he said, "a mans a man
for a. that"
On, my young men, if the American
youth of to-day could but take pattern
by the illustrious father ofour country
a man who started in life with a Ratchet
in one hand and truth in the other, and
hewed his way through the rocks and
ob arr,, Yaao 1e t;,,,e NATL a. oob oil 4ha
highest pinnacle of the summit Of fame,
honor and glory, and stood the grandest
patriot, the nobIest Roman of them all.
But list. Face TO the right. See the
bright-orbed orient, radiant with the
beauty of a newborn day, and the trans
lucent, clOud-hecked sky of the unfold
ing years speaks to me from its deep
toned lungs, like the voice Of infinity
from the golden rOstrum of eternity.
Awakening from the nooday dream of
blissful sleep, hear the music of the
millennium, waited, as it were, upon
ethereal zephyTs from the throne, and
now the shackles ofhumanity are loosen
ed by the hands of conquering liberty!
But, gentlemen, in speaking of the
victories OF the past, we must not forget
the ladies, God bless 'em. Waving of
handkerchief Where would we be,
were they not here? IA voice from the
band stand says: Painting the town.
i would speak more fully of the history
of the future, ladies and gentlemen, but
the gathering Of yOnder clouds gives
warning of an approaching storm. But
before leaving you, my dear hearers, |
" ish to remind you that the paths of
glory lead to the grave; to die is but to
sleep; fave, there's the rub; for who |
can tell whether in the nights to come, |
we sleep, or sit up and entertain the
visiting mosquito] and as the curfew
tolls the knell of parting day, go ring the |
bells and fire the guns and fling the
starry banners out, remembering always
that to be prosperous, free and happy we
must first have government of the people |
for the people, and by the eternal Gods,
truth crushed to eathe will rais0 again!
F.! He takes his seat and wipes his
brow, while the band plays
and the anviIs roar.