Daily inter mountain. [volume] (Butte, Mont.) 1881-1901, 1899-08-19

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THE FINAL QUESTION.
It may be queer, but I'm glad to be here, I
n sorry you be when I'm gone.
So sang the bard quantity, but men SER
iously are saying the same thing. 1t is
the question Of the last resting place that
is disturbing the peace. Since the Gre
nation of Anton Seidl, and lately of In
gersoll, the subject of burning the dead is
talked bou more calmly. From being
considered a freakish thing it is now con-
sidered most advisable-and fast becom-
ing a necessity, for New Workers at least.
Although New York City has 4S ceme-
terles, there is not room enough to bury
the dead. The City cemetery has long
been depositing one corpse on top of an
other and death has made strange bed
Fellows. Cypress is fast filing up, and
calvary can only sell a few plots more.
EVergreens, WoOdlawn and Greenwood
nave risen in price until a bed in Green
wood now costs $1,000; n so it looks as
though cremation would be the only logi-
cal way of disposing of the dead. From
a sanitary standpoint it is recommended
by the board Of health; and though it is
p~leasanter to think of reposing under a
stately broken column of marble than in
a Jar upon the what-not, still there is an
argument, certainly, in favor of the
speedy, clean burning,
A though fascinating story is
told of the burial of Sergeant Hamilton
Fish, who was shot at La Quisita a year
ago IN the advance line of the Rough
riders. The tale is, that when Nicholas
flsh succeeded in reaching Cuba, with
the presidents permit to emove the
body of his son, and an undertaken, a full
month had elapsed. In the unsettled con-
dlt1on OF the island it was almost impos-
sible to get guides to conduct them to the
spot, and when Mr.. Fish and the under
taker arrived at the fatal spot, deep in
the woods, there was only a ridge Of land
to tell them yhere the body lay. Here the
difficulty began. No native could be
hired to stick a spade into the ground.
At length Mr.. Fish and the undertaken
set to work themselves at the task of
diging up the body. They had not long
to dig before coming upon a big brown
wrapping cloth, which, they quickly saw.
could enshroud nc other than the young
giant who had persisted so bravely for his
country.
Then Mr.. Fish stepped back and the un-
dertaker tenderly unwrapped the cloth.
With a Shrek he threw it back again and
tainted. The body was so horribly eaten
that it unnerved even him, used as he
was to death. Finally summoning up his
courage he lifted the great brown cloth
lllO tue wagon ana grove DdcK TO Ell
Caney. Here he worked a month upon
the task of restoring the body. The face
had to be partly cut away and the cavity
stuffed with pink cotton, covered with
court plaster, and the body had 20 be
mummified or nearly so.
All the friends were permitted to view
the body, which looked very lifelike, lying
on one side with half his face covered, at
the big funeral in New York a month
later. But the undertaken who done the
work shivered outside on that hot July
day. And the latest chapter in the story
is that he was removed a few days ago to
an insane asylum, unnerved by his work.
A story is told of Admiral Dewey at
Trieste where he stopped some days. In
Trieste there was an English reporter To-
Gated, a young fellow attached to the
London Mail-that american news
paper abroad" and the young man, hop
ing to make a name for himself with a
genuine interview with the Admiral, got
into the quarters of Admiral Dewey and
suddenly came upon that gentleman face
to face. Admiral Dewey stopped still and
said "Well!' And the reporter who had
been preparing an elaborate and fatter-
ing speech forgot everything. "Well!"
repeated the Admiral kindly.
"I-I-that isl stammered the young
man, II was going-going to ask you if
if-you are going to fight Germany next?'
What would you advise me to dog
questioned Admiral Dewey.
The young man looked the Admiral
squarely in the eyes, then turned and ran.
Right out Of the Admirals sight he skip
ped, never stopping until he reached
home. And Admire Dewey was unkind
enough to throw back his head and laugh
laugh until the tears rolled down his
cheeks.
This is to be a Spanish autumn. Span
ish novels in which the cavalier plays his