The Evening dispatch. [volume] (Provo, City, Utah) 1891-1895, 1894-12-06
THE UTE BUSIN ESS.

We knew Indian Agent David Day
in the days when he so ably edited the
Ouray Solid MuldooD, one of the
sprightliest papers of any clees in Colo
RADIO. The Muldoon was indeed solid
with the men who loved good laugh.
Indeed, while its wit was not always
pure and chaste. it was always bright
and sparkling. Some of it will live in
the literary his story of the west longer
than the doughty Dave is likely to live
in the flesh, unless he speedily recalls
his ugly Utes from their jaunt to the
San Juan. It may be that this same
is only one of Dawes unwritten jokes.
Some of his written humor of the days
of his aff1uence were 30 deity concealed
that there are men yet digging in the
dirt for the point. We, however, warn
him that the denizens of San Juan
county have but scant relish for the
wit that sends horde of wild I'M
kempt Indians booming over the line
to harass and annoy the settlers and
to kill their stock and destroy their
cattle and sheep ranges These Utah
stockmen and borderers are a rough
and uncouth set of fellows with rather
exalted idea of the sacredness of their
own rights, and an understood opinion
of the rights of the abougines, especi-
ally of those from the east side of the
Colorado line. 1t will take our terri
torial government some little time to
get mad, but when they have arrived
at that conclusion, somebody will get
hurt beyond the faintest shadow of q
doubt.
Mr.. Day, if he loves the Lamanites,
or if he wishes to perpetuate the tribe
of Southern Utes, should losf no time
in calling them back. The voice should
have metal in its tones, SO that it will
ring in the ears of the braves and re-
vertebrate in the bosoms of the dusky
squaws. There should be no mistake
about this thing and no delay in either
the sounding of the recall or the an
swer 1--WE are coming Father Day
about six hundred strong-com inl
home." The Utah militia, be it under,
stood, is in no mood to be called from
the luxurious homes of its sWee hearts
from the merry Christmas. times, the
dancing and parties, and if it does
have to thread the deep rayines, tbs
high mountains, and slack its Thirst al
the alkali wells of the San Juan, some.
body will have to pay the piper
David's pets would receive their cares
beyond a doubt and they would enjoy
better health to the end of their days
if they would manage to get away
without having enjoyed them. The
Ute himself is rather tough cous-
toner, we know, but these devilist
young saints when they get gun in
their hands, have no better sense than
TO use it-tNey do Shoot remarkably
close To -os11ter, too, owing probably
TO the fact that while other boys have
been playing marbles in the days Of
their homage, these Utah boys have
been shooting Utes and other "wiId
varmints." They are the devil and
all, Dave, with q gun. So get your
sweet scented pets back upon the
green pastures of Southern Colorado
just as soon as God will let you. You
might sell their dead carcas ses for
manure, but the price would be small
the fairness of Colorado is in short
supply, and so your Utes would be
worth but little more than the powder
and lead it takes to kill them.
We, in Utah, have longed for free
coinage, for free lead, for free sugar,
and freedom from protection, but we
have no very decided taste for the free
hooters from Southern Colorado. Bet
ter send oyer and have them sent
safely home ere Captain Canman and
Sam Cowley get hold of 'em.