Bismarck weekly tribune., 1885-11-06

q small music box, valued at $50. There
We're 100 chances, and the luck was decided
by dice Mr.. Bushman was represented BY
Thomas Fortune, who shook the highest,
46, and Mr. Barry was represented by MI.
Edward Burnley, who threw the low
est, 31S.
Hold Your Wheat.
Major Edwards, of the Fargo Argus ad-
yises as follows in a recent Bismarck letter
to his paper: s * sG.=
4, Last year farmers delivered their crop
to the elevators and held wheat tickets
waiting for an advance. The elevators
shipped the s'hard wheat to the millers;
they mixed it with their s'soft'' purchases
and sold the production, which was con-
sumed by the world at large, while the
farmer was nursing "his ticket fondly
anticipating the advance never
came. The result was the farmer furn-
ished the wheat to the elevator, paying in
terest on 'his advance" while the miller
manufactured the grain into flour and got
his money-the farmer still unpaid. The
Hour supply being equal to the demand
wheat went down and then came the har-
vest OF the levators-buying up their own
paper at such figures as they put upon it
themselves. 1t looks like the scheme was
sufficiently transparent to see through. So
long as farmers do this, so long will they
be kept poor. If wheat must go to the ele-
vator-sell it and get the money-this will
at least compel the "Millers' association" to
40 business on their own capital instead of
utilizing the farmer's-while rObbing him.
But, on the other hand, if every farmer
will keep his wheat at home under his own
cOntrol-you will see the agents OF the mil
lers riding over the country as thick as To-
Gusts in Egypt in olden times, begging for
the wheat-they must have it-they can
not use the soft wheat without it-and will
buy farmers lots on sample-not subject to
the Infamous process now in vogue. Last
winter advocated legislation that would
control Dakota wheat at home, but it was
said, Mo, we must submit to Duluth, as it
is lake port" This is the sheerest nom
sense. There Is no more sense in selling
Wheat, y subject to imaginary inspection,
would farmer think if Minnesota should
establish a "state board of horseology," and
they should grade horses something like
this: "a good looking, cold blood horse,
with star in the forehead, grades No. 1
hard; if he is 'blazed' in the face, No. l
niaor'thern; n ' If ne has white foot No. 2; is
TO long or too Short No. 8; if more than
two feet are white, or has cookie in his
narrative rejected" Do not be deluded;
build your granaries; keep your wheat un-
til you get living price-but if you put it
IN the elevator, if you want to speculate in
futures, take 10 per cent of the money re-
ceived and buy options; let the other fel-
low furnish the money while you pay your
debts, improve your homes or buy more
land. That's my idea.
Halloween in the Bad Lands.
While the young folks of Bismarck paid
no extraordinary attention to fair Hal
lowe'en, the cow boys of the Bad Lands ia
vored the stars and gaudy buttes of that
land of earthen goblins with celebration,
which for brilliancy and spontaneity sur
passes any thing of the kind on record.
True, there were no maidens to add the fem
inine charm to the occasion, but the pistol
decorated gentlemen of the ranges were
equal to every emergency, and that the con-
ventionalisms of the occasion might be
properly observed, a number of the bovine
guardians agreed to don the female garb,
and while away the early evening hours in
waiting for the coming of the sign chang
ing hoodoos. There were no signs to tear
down in the Bad Lands, but they could
skim the jagged pasture land on their half
breed plugs and rip the ambient air up the
back with shouts and whoopS and leaden
balls. The proper hour having arrived, the
of the masculine gender rode up to the
ranch and entered, to find that their female
| impersonators had been faithful, and fif-
teen of their fellow cowboys were seated
about the room in skirts and waists and
what scraps of ribbons they could gather
from their trunks and neighboring ranches.
A dance was Immediately opened and
everything was as pleasant as Fifth ave-
nue. sociablo, until the whisky reached it's
zenith and the hour for shooting had ar
rived. The cowboy girls seemed to forget
the modesty which their positions de-
manded, and in the language Of the prairie,
they turned themselves loose" A general
f,lsilade was indulged in, the meeting ad-
journing when the lamps were shot to
pieces and the borrowed and improvised
dresses were obliterated. 1t is said that
had the celebration lasted an hour longer
ihe climax might have been row, but as it
was, a few loud words, a parting drink and
a desperate attempt to shoot the blinking
stars closed the memorable event.