Daily inter mountain. [volume] (Butte, Mont.) 1881-1901, 1899-07-01
IFS or butts about 1t. So q gang of pro-

ifs or butts about it. So a gang of pro-
fessional agriculturists were hired to
plant manioc. Ladies are agriculturists
IN West Africa. The under junior assist
ant in a we'll conducted factory has to do
everything he is told, whether he likes or
not.
Well,' If I remember rightly, it was on
a Monday morning, about II o'clock,
when The powers that be were calmly at
lending to their duty to the firm in beach
and counting house and shop. Strange
sounds came from the agricultural dis
trict, sounds of strife and discord, and
the English word "Help." That word
never fell on lee ears with my friends.
so head agent, sub-agent, storekeeper
and ~bookkeeper flew as one man in the
direction of that appeal. and saw a sort
of black haycock of considerable size in
the middle of the field. From the heart
of that haycock came English words
great, strong words. The awesone pres
ence of the powers scattered the haycock,
and the employer of the English Ian
guage in question got VI and continued
his remarks, to the a~companiments Of
Get along. white man. suppose you
dandy boy" Head big too much Yah!
Chef He'll you dirty water-price bum
de II spectacle married woman,
Boom Dios,' and much more in African.
The head agent commanded calm, and
all ended happily. 1t seems that the un-
der Junior assistant, desiring to carry out
orders, found great difficulty in doing so,
owing to the ladies who were planting
manioc gathering into groups, and plac-
ing slips too close together while they
carried .on conversation. OF course this
would not end in a sufficient area being
brought under cultivation, so he had
striven, all through a long, hot morning,
to break up the groups. The ladies
obeyed. up to a point: but when it came
to the use of swear words to the effect
that they must plant 'one, one" namely,
far apart and out Of convenient conversa-
tional range with each other, they would
not stand it, and they went for him..
Those women who titled the soil We're not
worms.
Tragedy number two took place under
our oWn government. There was a beau
tiful young black government official, in
uniform complete, and Fate ordained one
day that he hould be told off to superin-
tend the coaling of il little gunboat. The
coaling was being done by ladies'. He,
full of zeal and DESTROYS of demonstrate
ing it, shouted. talked and gave direc-
tons to those ladies. as he stood, uniform
and all, under the government flag, on
he government quay. They went on
with their work merrily, and paid no at
tention to him.. Presently other govern
ment officials being about, he. still desi1-
Gus of demonstrating zeal, cuffed one of
he ladies and said something disagree
able. They turned upon him, threw him
into the thin black batter that goes for
water in that part of Her Majesty's do
main, and went on with their work. A
sicker chicken than that man when he re-
turned to society you never saw: his uni
form you could not see for mud. and the
other government officials behaved in an
unfeeling way. They roared with laugh
ter.
so much,' as old Peter Heylin would
say, for the working class African wom-
an. The African aristocrat woman I will
tell you about some day If you desire it.
In conclusion, l must draw your atten-
ton to the fact that there was one Afri-
can explorer who understood African
women, he no less thar the man who first
discovered the outfalls of the Niger river,
Richard Lander. l beg to give you his
own words:
II take this opportunity of expressing