Bismarck weekly tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, Dakota [N.D.]) 1884-1943, 1890-02-28
Played an Honest Game.
From TUESDAYS Daily.1

From Tuesdays Daily.]
The gentlemen who sat down to the
legislative game yesterday played square.
At the time of adjournment Friday last,
when a number of members expressed a
desire to be excused until Tuesday, it was
agreed in the house that on Monday no
bills should be p%assed-that no business
save the first and second reading of bills
should be transacted. The members pres
ent yesterday kept the promise faithfully,
and Notwithstanding the temptation pre-
sented not a card was taken from the
sleeve, the cut was not shifted, the deck
was warm and the interests of the credu-
lous and confding absentees we're pro-
tected.
1t was a mild soporifc session; the
opiates of listlessness permeated the at
mosphere and after the quiet trans
action Of a vast amount of important but
noiseless business on the clerks desk, the
statesmen awoke from semi-slumber to
find an awakening in hotel gossip and con-
versation.
A THRILLING EXPERIENCE.
Tornado Ink, Bittercreek Bowen and
Holy Terror Montgomery, the three wild,
u%ndaunted cowboys of the house who took
advantage of the recess to hunt mountain
lions and wlld-eyed panthers in the Bad
Lands, returned Sunday night and we're
given q rOusing reception by the admiring
cowboys and desperadoes who were at the
depot. They did not bring their game on
the passenger train, but a special freight
tr ain is still struggling under the immense
burden with little prospect of getting over
the bridges unless it is run in Sec
tons. As near as can be learned, these
three terrors to wild cats, who play with
the king Of beasts a they would with a
mere laboring man, had a most exciting
and thrilling experience. The story of
their visit is one continued chain of
blood-harrowing incidents. At one
point when Tornado Ink was
having q hand-to-hand combat with an
immense army of mountain lions, a hun
dred large panthers stole quietly around a
butte and pounced upon Bitter Creek
Bowen. At first Tornado and Bitter
Creek were, as a matter of course, having
it all their own way, but when the lions
and panthers were reinforced by sew
eral hundred wolves and coyotes it began
to look as though play had ceased and that
these mighty giants Of the plains, who left
the halls of legislation for a days recreation
among the wild beasts of the Bad Lands,
would have to fight in earnest. AS their
Samsonian arms swung round with blood
smaller foes fell like reeds before q scythe,
but at last they were becoming exhausted.
Standing on a heap Of expiring. beasts OF
prey, they were still surrounded by innum-
cradle hungry and enraged animals. just
as they were about to give up in
despair an they were ter surprised sis to ho see
to the south, place their fore feet against
their sides and roll over and laugh with al
most human glee. Gazing in the direction
to which the attention of the laughing
beasts had been attracted, the hunIsmen
saw their absent pal, Holy Terror Mont
gomery, standing on the top of a distant
rlfed maiden, while a Bad Lands hyena
took aim at his handsome silk tile. Dur
ing this cessation of hostilitles on the part
of the animals, the legislative marauders
got in their deadly work and left several
carloads Of game upon the ground. 1t is
useless to attempt a recital of all their
thrilling experiences, but it would indeed
W AAJNo " Olo "olIAO ~ 1OoU vi
Bitter Greek Bowen, who, having lost his
footing at the top, shot down the precipiJ-
GUS side Of a butte with as wild q WhOOp as
evkr Startled the banshee Of the
Bad Lands, and in less than five
seconds manufactured a toboggan
slide sixty feet long and added materially
to the ventilation in his bifurcated Carmen
ture. 1t made a handsome slide, "Torna-
do" expressing special admiration for the
manner in which the careless streaks Of
red blended with the purple and the am
Der of the earth.
1t was q great hunt, and the three gay
sportsmen Of the legislative crew made
q record in the land where Marquis de
Mores and other royal blooded broncho.
breakers have won fame and Immortality.
The following message from an Old-time
resident of the Bad Lands is proof of the
sensation they created in that region.
10 Wild-Eyed Charlie: Come to Little
MISSOURI at once. A new kind of game
has been discovered in the Bad Lands
three of them having been seen yesterday
walking in a %southerly direction on their
hind legs. Hyena Pete says he heard them
and that their voices are almost human,
From what he can learn. Professor PiZen'
weed says they may be a species of the leg.
lslatorius jiasticutus. They are said to be
at large yet. Come up with your gun and
get a crack" at EN-. Yours,
JACK.
Scattering Shots.
If Father Mayors sermon does not wake
the slumbering echoes, then will all signs
prove false and human nature be a greater