Daily Yellowstone journal. [volume] (Miles City, Mont.) 1882-1893, 1890-07-08

AKAcH DESCRIPTION.
a Ghicage Newspaper Man writes mp
Miles City and Vicinity.
Our readers will doubtless remember
that during the Indian excitement Q
reporter Of the Chicago Herald, Sam
Clover by name. showed Up here en-
route to the seat of war. The narrs-
tive Of his trip, part Of which We re-
print from the Herald. shows him to
be an exceedingly obeervsnt reporter,
as well IN q good story teller. Read
what he says Of persons and places
familiar to this community:
A hundred.mile drive over dry,
sandy raads, under scorching sun,
Is not calculated to Improve ones com.
plexion. When I jumped from the
train at Miles City week ago / had
good claim to the title Of "white man,"
but few days in the open air, beneath
this blistering .un, has given me a
beautiful copper tint, 30 that now /
can hold my own with the young
Cheyenne bucks at par,lyzlng the
susceptible but duskv .qusws.
/ find that lhr Indians are not the
only dangerous customers In this
country. A week agoS.'urday night,
when the Northern Pacific train
pulled into Miles City, I was fully pre-
pared to remain in that place over
night, so ~ to make an early start
next morning for the Cheyenne
agency, but. yielding to poor advice,
I re.entered the car and went On to
the military pest at Fort Keogh, where
I was assured sohe late news regard
ing the threatened Indian outbreak
might be obtained. 1t was nearly
midnight when dropped my grip on
the frunt step of an officers hoLse,
whence light stre,med through an
open door. In response to my mild
tap voice with strong southern ac-
cent. which issued from the rear Of
long hallway, babe me enter. The
owner Of the accent proved TO be- .
Lieutenant Phillips, to whom I intro
duced myself and stated my wi.hes.
The gentleman from Tennessee raid
he could not oblige me, but he had no
news to impart and as for bunk
over night, he did not see what could
be done for me at q military post; he
should advise my returning to Miles
City, which was only few miles up
the track. "However." said this hos
pitable army officer, ''you mighs try
the house on the corner below. 1t is
rented by n civilian; II he's asleep just
shake him up aud tell him what you
want" ] thanked the lieutenant for
his kind suggestion and retreated In
the direction indicated. After pound
Ing on the side door few minu es an
elderly, and, apparently military mac
opened II and brusquely ioquired my
crraDd. I Itimidly told him that 1
was led to believe that I might hang
up there over sight. This house Is
FULL" returned the gentleman In un-
dress uniform, "snd I don't know of
any place In the poet where YOU could
stsy; better 20 back to Miles City;
there" Again humtly gave thanks
. nd, spologizing for having disturbed
his slumberp, fell back IN good order
upon the public road which led to the
military station.
HELD UP AT MILES CITY.
Mentally commenting on the wide
open hospitality existing at Fort
Keogh, / stumbled of the platform
onto the track, and braced myself fol
a two-mile tramp toward civilization.
The night was chilly and dark, and
the walk. 20 q comparative tenderfoot,
rot particularly attractive. As ap'
preached the bridge that spans the
Tongue river, something prompted me
to halt. uustrap my valise, and extract
my six-shooter. IL was an inspira'
ton. Just ~ I stepped on the nrs,
tie dark form sprang from . recess
and blocking my further progress
with many reflections on my parent
age and much profanity on the side
demanded Q cigarette. The cold
sweat Poured down my facs -
trembllngly refused his modest 70
quest; then q second man darted ont
who enveloped me In plaster cast o
oaths, and ended by asking the time
of night. I know I looked verdant-
J It has always been great drawbacl
to my success among strsngers-but
had no intention Of throwing iempia
tlou In this fellows way by exhibiting
my watch. 90, drawing my revolve
! from . aide pocket, I shook II at thes'
miserable wretches and replied that !