The Yellowstone journal. [volume] (Miles City, Mont.) 1893-1901, 1893-06-03

AFRAID OF II. 1t has been a hard winter
IN trail cattle and the editor of a local
paper in Anaconda. He writes that
with him times We're so scarce nor
money matters SO blue as at present.
The exchange of groceries for good feel
ing and little suits of clothing for little
words Of kindness is less active than at
any time since he entered the journal
istic field. The grass grows very short
in the journalistic field this season, and
running a dynamite paper with silver as
low AS it is often tenlpts him to return
to his old job as oyerseer of Snowshed
No. 9.
And yet he says: Heaven has blessed
me with this wonderful gift of writing
for the papers. Why should l conceal il
Some Of my best things are written" he
says. after | have gone home. They
are done i'll the quiet hours of the night
by the foreman of our paper"
The editor is ii kindly MAJ and speaks
well of those who come to Anaconda if
they subscribe for the paper, bat often
he changes his estimate of them if they
do not and says they are no good. This
H1SlSi iiAi Du-y ttii't " II IltIlthl1S I,
for a great many do not subscribe. The
children Of his brain die young and have
to be buried at once. The devil always
airs the room or burns a rag after the
editor has been using it for thinking
purposes.
Many people go to Anaconda thinking
that the great mine is there, but it is not.
1t is elsewhere. The smelter is at Ana
conda and is SO perfected that very few
men are needed to run it.
Anaconda was Il speculation. The
owners Of the big mine at Butte sud
denly thought one day that they could
make a town by putting up a slnelter on
a ranch which cost them 81 $50. Then
each n OF them located 100 acres be-
sides. This laid out in lots brought
over 81 .000. zoo. making a profit of 700
per cent, | am told. BY removing this
smelter to another ranch elsewhere !
think another million might be realized.
The way people follow Il s,nelter around
IS very singular to me. | know a man
quite well also who has made a COM
Portable fortune by owning a portable
WOODEN factory. with which he has been
enabled toestahli3h over Is towns. which
are now occupied as happy homes by the
antimere and the prairie dog.
Returning to the oyster and dressing
room at Billings. we got some kerosene
and pieces OF board and built a fire in the
range, warmed our feet in the oven and
made hot coffee. which we drank between
acts. Once | surprised Mr.. Burbank
with hot waffies and genuine maple
slrup on his return from the pulpit. 1t
was Il pleasure to see him eat them. But
the odor of cooking got out ints the
audience. and We had to quit. 1t was
homelike while it lasted, for while the
blast howled outside, to rub the waffle
iron with a pork rind and hear it sizzle,
and then to slap a big iron spoonful of
The batter ! had made myself into the
red hot waffle iron, was joy-joy that re-
lmbursed us for the naughty treatment
of the cork headed man who ran the
opera house at Bozeman and who had
been excused from his job on the rail
road. also from other places, promising
lever to do SO again.
Bozeman is a thriving town of from
1000 to 5000, according to whom YOU
isk. 1t is in the center Of an agricultural
district where rs high as i54f bushels of
wheat grow Per acre. link Of that, We
who toll and coax the land to
produce l.. This whea. is also much
heavier than eastern wheat. So also is
he bread made from it in some cases.
At Anaconda the day we we're there a
'chool5oy Il years old was ~reDrimanded
~ the teacher. a man from chic. The
10Y did not reply till the te .cher ad-
-anced toward him in a half til -~eatening
manner. when the boy advanced also,
IA large navy revolver and ex-
lainled calmly. aiming the v apon ct
he teachers head:
"Man, you know not what you do.
think seriously Of this or you W II rue it.
advance one step farther, an. You are a
cad nan.s
The teacher thought it owe a moment,
nd then stepping o. Of the window
opening it he went down town
got an officer. Both desks and
upils are now examined every morning
prayers, and while opening the
avs exercises with prayer the teacher
My closes one eye