The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1897-06-13
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MONK, THE GOAT BUTTER.
A Chaste Chapter From Montana
Sporting Life.
From the New York Sun.

From the New York Sun.
The man who had been in South Amer
lea had just finished a story about an
orang-outang, beside which Kiplings
'Bini'' was of no account Three other
men had told animal stories from India,
and the rest of the crowd was struggling
not to look skeptical, when Col. Hutch.
who was known to have spent his early
and late years in the northwest, wriggled
around on his chair, took a long breath,
and remarked:
'Now, when I was in Montana
A deep silence followed, and then each
man settled down in his seat to listen, for
only once in a great while would Col.
Hutch tell a Montana story, and never
when he was asked.
when l was in Montana" repeated the
colonel 1.-THE silver mines were all going,
and every man i'm the state had metal to
smelt. The boys spent their money as fast
as the minis made it for them, which was
too slow for some of the crowd, and there
was no want, no poverty, and nothing but
plenty to eat, plenty to drink, plenty to
wear and money to gamble with. Natu-
rally we were a sporty throng, and il was
only according to human nature that we
were always trying to burn up the neigh
DOIHOOu With hoiutAuluS new L Was OiG
of the Helena crowd, and in our bosoms
we cherished a most cordial contempt for
the boys of Butte City. We regarded them
as our natural rivals, Butte being the larg-
est city near us and the boys there being
just as well off and just as heavy spend
ers as we were. If the Butte crowd got
a-hold Of slugger, the first thing they'd
do with him would be TO ring him in on
us and carry off our money. If we could
fool them with a ringer we generally did
1t. and so things went merrily on until in
one month the Butte boys did us up on
prize fighter, a rifle shot and wrestler
They cleaned us out, and il hurt our pride
Up in Butte the whole town was drinking
up our money, and their newspaper was
making fun of us in every issue. We didn't
like il and we were racking our brains for
some way to get even, when one day a
colored man came into town and announc-
ed that he wanted a hacker. We seized
him and ran him Off to a saloon to find
out what he could do. We naturally sup
posed he was a fighter and he was, but
not the kind we thought. He almost floor
ed us when he said he was the champion
goat butter of the world, that he would
fight any goat we'd produce in a ten-foot
ring and guarantee 60 knock him out. All
he wanted was a hacker. he said, and he'd
make his own and everybody else's fort
une by going around the country knock
ing out goats. lie assured us that nobody
in the west had ever heard Of him and
that he was dead safe bet.
when we came to look the man over
we found him an ordinary looking negro.
weighing about 10 pounds He had
rather large head and massive shoulders.
but otherwise there was nothing remark
able about him, and we would not have
noticed his pecullarites had we not had
a particular interest In him. BY way OF
illustrating his ability he smashed the
door OF the barroom with his head a cou-
ple OF times, and offered 10 break Il In II
the proprietor would give him permission.
The proprietor referred him TO the floor.
whereupon he promptly banged his head
against Il. making all the glasses behind
the bar tinkle.
1--WE kept that fellow In Helena for two
weeks, and during that time he laid out
dozen goats for Us. His performance
was the queerost thing / have ever seen.
lie had leather harness which extended
from his chest to his hips. II was heav-
ny padded dover the stomach and secured
20 his body by straps around the waist
and across the shoulders lie never wore
anything but that harness and a pair OF
slippers IN the ring and he fought the
goats on his hands aud knees with his
head clean shayen. When we first put
a goat against him we were a bit nervous
and some Of the boys wanted him TO leave
his heavy crop Of hair on. lie declined TO
give the goat any such advantage, how