The Dupuyer acantha. [volume] (Dupuyer, Mont.) 1894-1904, 1896-02-20
The Acantha's Tramp.

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ruins he sat down on the roadside
and took big weep for the. disap-
pointed hopes and blighte1 ambi-
tions that are represented there
There Old Fathcr Time, and Hardy
England with a four horse team,
is quickly demolishing a once thriv-
ing city. Saddened memory re-
verts to the time when Carr Harris
supplied the wants of the vast
multitude from bis mercantile EN-
poriu'n 9Dd Wm. Hagen fed and
lodged the hungry and weary at
his hotel, while Chas Davlin held
sway over the convivial inclined.
holding them in check with his lit
tle gattliug gun when they began
to smoke 'em up too promiscuously.
Gone, all gone, and the wind
whistles through tie walls OF the
old hotel and the mountain rat and
the gopher hold high carnival
among tie loosened boards of Il e
store. But in this wilderness IF
wreckage, like an oasis in the Sa>
hara, is the hos lrrr whore the
relic hunter may find q restjr2
place and all kinds of refreshments
The tramp found it, and no sooner
did be clap eyes upon the Irish
physlognomy of the proj rietor,
Thos. McGovern, than he ordered
the best in the house. Tom sigh
ed and resignedly CON piled. Hun
ger and thirst were soon forgotten
and with Red Phillips carpet slip
pers on his feet and they high up
on the stove, the tramp for once
was satisfied. And when far on
toward morning he was escorted to
bed, it was TO the music Of that
beautiful march, "Nv girl is a
Birch Greek girl, and be tell asleep
to dream OF carriages, serv. % S
and mansions. There is one place
they say is better than Robare and
that is where tramps slouch alo' Q
over streets paved with gold, pack
ing q harp.
The tramp has been across the
line. He is not going back.
Hunger and thirst stared him in
the face until he wished himself
back on the verdant hills of Teton
county. Indeed, it is hard to say
if he would ever have got out Of
that place had he not met Jack
Hyde, who gave him some old
clothes snd filled him up once or
twice. Jack has no use for old
clothes now. The best is not too
good for him. In the last stages
OF hunger the tramp struck a
kitchen door aud nearly scared the
life out Of a ine young lady, and
for his audacity was met by a
whirlwind in the form of Jack
Hyde, who was there also. Ex-
planatiors followed and Jack pur-
chased the tramp's secrecy with
the aforesaid clothes and grub.
Jack teaches school. He teaches
more things than are dreamed of in
our philosophy. Cupid's arrows
are used for pointers, and "Iow
TO Love and be Loved" by Sam
Potter, is the text book. Geog-
raphy is taught from charts made
hy Frank Aldrich while en- route
to lAlaska in his little red wagon
The tramp knows more but will not
tell il yet awhile.
The tramp is not much of read
er but he picked up q scrap of
paper the other day that contained
! the governors proclamation re-
garding the quarantine of sheep
and as ne read it q brilliant idea
blaZed q trail into his brain. He
is not a sheepman, but if he were
a"d wanted to get scabby sheep into
Montana that he might have his
revenge on the other sheepmen
who were eating up his range, he
would 90 to Wyoming and buy some
diseaed sheep. He would then
put them on the train and shin
them through Montana to Dakota,
where there is no quarintine.
There he would u"load them and
drive them into Montana and laugh
an equinine laugh at the stale vet
erlnary surgeon. Now, if any
sheepman feels at all grateful fol
this information he can liquidatt
his debt of gratitude bv orderin