The Anaconda standard. [volume] (Anaconda, Mont.) 1889-1970, 1895-12-26
BITS OF NORTHWEST LIFE.

Boise Statesman: A man who was
born in England, but who is now a cit
izen of the United States, which fact
reflects no credit upon the government
came to the city from his farm near
Caldwell He was stopping with
Plumber Fogarty. They were gossiping
and the conversation turned on the
Venezuelan matter.
Well" said the Johnny Bull, with
the usual English buster "Hengland
could whip this country in a jiffy, don't
we know. wy Him good for four
blooming 'Hamericans myself
The words were no sooner out of his
mouth than Fogarty sprang for him.
You iblankety BANKED blank, 1 can
whip you on less ground than you will
fall on. Just come out in the back
yard and I'll give you an object lesson
in astronomy"
Johnny Bull could not very we'll back
out, and 1t looked for a moment as
though the war was on; but a friend
interfered and Johnny Bull departed
with a whole hide.
Cheha1is Bee: John A. Taylor of
Coal creek squared up with us Satur-
day for his Bee. John settled over on
Coal creek years ago, and for a long
time had to plough through mud that
would nearly cover a horses back be-
fore he could reach town. Now he en-
joys a first-class road, and next year
when a republican president is elected
we believe he will be a pretty happy
man.
Gilmore Bulletin: Sam Kincaid re-
turned Sunday from a hunting trip on
the Bruneau. where he killed two deer
and three dozen ducks.
Ellensburg Register: A number OF
deer were killed this week on Williams
creek. They are reported in great num-
bers in the foothills.
Potlatch Press: Coyotes come across
the creek and pay their respects to Joe
Collins hogs, several promising pork
ers having turned up missing in con-
sequence; so some daintily prepared
strychnine has been fixed. and put
where IL will attract the notice of
'Messrs. Lupus on their beat for Xmas
dinner.
Lewiston Teller: Jim Slickpoo oc-
cupied a cell in the city jail during a
few days last week. Jim has been a
bad Indian for a good many years. ev-
cry time the spell came on. AS early
as 1882 Jim was addicted to drink and
one day while desperate with the alco-
holic desire, sold to Frank Wyatt. the
cattle king of Colorado and Idaho. a
fine horse for a small sum. The red
man was seized with remorSe at the
loss of his saddle horse. and after some
hours of waiting he sought an opportu-
nifty to caress the noble animal once
more. The horse laced his head upon
Jim's shoulder with a neigh of recogni-
tion. This was too much for the for
mer master 20 resist. He slipped the
white mans restraining halter from
the slender neck and sprang upon the
back of the fiery horse and urged him
forward toward the reservation Mr..
Wyatt followed upon a thoroughbred.
After a run of 10 miles the white man
came up to the desperate Indian. who
was urging to his utmost the unreined
steed. AS Jim Slickpoo leaned forward
in his hast desperate effort, Mr.. Wyatt
loosened his rope from his saddle bow.
twirled Il with cowboy skill and
dropped IL over Jim's bare neck: a
halt, and the big Indian was jerked
high into the air. and he fell heavily
upon the hard road There the Indian
Law lifeleSs. He was reported to be
dead. but nobody sought TO confirm the
rumoT. Upon Jim's next appearance
in Lewiston he seemed 20 have for
gotten the love for the horse. but the
love for wthiskey remains TO this day.
The red mark OF Frank Wyatt.s rope
is still seen on Jim's neck.