Daily Yellowstone journal. [volume] (Miles City, Mont.) 1882-1893, 1886-04-03
street WRnderings.

The first and only real Montanian
| ever met, says DIR. Whitney, twas
at Terry two years ago. 1 was then
on my way out to this country, and
when the train stopped at Terry We
went over TO public house. The
proprietor was sitting solitar at
the only table lingering a pack of
cards. He was queer looking indi-
vidual. with pants tucked inside Of
pair Of high boots, and with hair which
hung back in lavish abandon from a
broad, high forehead ,..over brovd pair
of shoulders, which were encased in
blue flannel shirt. We were standing
inside some time, when l said to my
companion, Il wonder what the train
is waiting SO long for?' 4 guess it's
for you to take drink, said the gen.
uipe Montanian, and l never made
such quick time to bar before"
The employees at the depot Office
were disturbed yesterday afternoon by
noise in the house near the depot
which is occupied by Frank Timing.
They listened and the sounds were
like those of person in extreme
agony. They all rushed into the
house to discover what was the matter.
Frank Timing was seated inside try
ing to blow his horn. "What is the
matter?" says Frank. as he noticed
the pale and frightened faces before
him. Nothing" they replied, and
walked away laughing to themselves
at making such mistake.
81 was up In the Indian reservation
one time hunting" said an old sport
yesterday, "and l had particular
ambition to kill bear. And / was to
have an opportunity. i was journey
ing along about the middle of the day
when I discovered bear In canyon.
l took aim and fired and missed and
the bear then aimed at me. There
was tree close by and rushed for its
friendly shelter. 1 left my gun at the
bottom and was up about ten feet and
struggling to get higher when the
bear reached the tree. 1t was the
most knowing animal / ever seen.
But 1t was a terrible lazy one. 1t
looked up at me and then looked at
the gun. II took hold Of the latter.
looked in the barrel, and noticing no
cartridge Inside, motioned for me to
throw one down."
"We girls who belong to the upper
crust. you know, have entirely dis
carded the leather satchels that we
formerly found such q convenience In
shopping. They were getting too
dreadfully ordinary. For time we
were enabled to discriminate by the
use of alligator skin. silver mounted;
but pig skin, nickle plated, was too
much for US. We have now returned
to the satin worked bags, embroidered
or hand painted, which serve the
double purpose of distinguishing US
from the common crowd, and nearly
driving all clerks with whom we deal
to the verge of desperation, as we
never can find our pocketbooks with
out thorough overhauling Of every
thing the bags contain"
1t must be confessed. however, that
the new bonnets are rather appalling.
Untrimmed In the millinery windows,
they look innocent enough, but q few
loops Of ribbon transforms them into
structures that would overshadow the
biggest Gainsborough ever put to-
gether. A meek little capote was so
ornamented with those stiff bows how
they ever get that amount of rightly
into them, / can't see) that the face Of
the fair wearer appeared midway be-
tween her belt and the top OF the
honnet.