The Butte inter mountain. [volume] (Butte, Mont.) 1901-1912, 1901-06-28
IT WAS A FREAK DAY
IN BU1TE'S POLICE COURT
"SNIPS," THE RACE MARE,
WAS BURIED TODAY
Men Who Had Lost on Her Were at
..N the Funeral-Mr. Frazier's
Eulogy.

80, the Funeral-Mr. Frazier's
Eulogy.
"Snips," the four-year-old mare owned
by Dune Cameron, was buried this morn
ing at the race track cemetery.
ships came to town few days ago
on the way here and was not in the
best of trim upon arriving. She grew
steadily worse and finally laid down
her equine burdens. shutting off her NOR
tai coil Just as dawn was Deeping over
the hills east of the race track flats
yesterday morning.
The boys who had known Ships in
life attended the funeral In a body. They
had reason to remember the mare and
many of them looked upon her stfffened
corpse much as a miner gazes into an
abandoned prospect hole. after he learns
the latest assay on the ore that looked
like a good thing but. alas, was not.
The stable boys by the dozen came to
see Ships" decently inferred. She had
been constant source of care to the
colored men at the stables. and when
they rubbed her. bandaged her slim legss
or tossed the blankets over her heaving
tanks when she came in with her ell
bows working hard they little thought
she would be laid to rest on the bleak
flats out behind the race track fence.
where the smelter smoke swirlS over the
cerule sky.
1t was grief stricken crowd that
stood by the shallow grave in which
Ships" was laid Dune Cameron was
there He has warm spot in his heart
for all his horses and he came to see
that Ships was buried decently and
in order. Years ago in San Francisco
he knew George Frazier Of this city
and now, as the last respects We're be-
ing paid the dead he edged around to-
ward Frazier in the crowd.
Wont you make a few remarks?" he
queried.
Frazier, who seldom goes back on any
proposition from backing long shot
to holding up stage coach, assented
and Dune cleared his throat and said.
Gentlemen, Mr.. Frazier will preach
the funeral sermon Of "SniDs."
George Frazier pulled Off his hat, look
ed at the sky to see if there was any
danger of wandering gusts of raining
dripping from the clouds and scattering
on the thin parts of his hirsute thatch
and began:
MY Friends: We meet today around
the bier of one who is dear to us. and
whose life was dedicated to the enob-
ling pursuit Of following in the beaten
path marked out by illustrious predeces-
sors Here she lies inanimate and cold,
one who has for the term of her life
been famed in all the circles into which
she yentured for keeping in the straight
and narrow way and following where
others led. :
II am rry.with you today 1t can be
said that the departed one scattered
sunshine and caused the Joys of life to
be kept in circulation. I wish that !
might say at this time that my sorrow
was all concentrated into the brief time
that has elapsed since we gave up all
hope and saw this dear one fade away
and her spirit was waited to faire,
realms than this: but I cannot.
My grief has been distributed over
a period of time measured by the spar
of months that includes the racing sea.
son at the San Francisco track I have
known for a long time that something
would happen soon. When I tore ur
! my tickets in the pool room after the
| race was over and the voice of the op.
orator had died away I felt a premon.
| ition of oncoming trouble.
+, Il leave off as I begun. Ships was
! so disposed by nature that she follow.
| ed where others led. She scattered tc
| the winds the savings of years, the sun.
| shine of long dry spell. Life with
her has been roundelay of joy, per.
haps, but to those who bet on her she
! was what Attorney General Donovan
would call menace to the morals O,
| the state"
These few earnest words found q
ready response in the broard sympathie:
of the crowd who had been betting or
| Ships when she was staggering unde,
| the primary attacks of her fatal illness,
| but somehow Dune Cameron, who things
his horses are all right, dead or alive
failed to appreciate the candid remarks
of the young man who was afraid the
rain would sDatter down where his hal,
| was thin. --.s~r
Il hope you caught your death O. cold
you cheerful knocker." he said as the
procession moved away
| But in this unfeeling desire he was
not Joined by the members of the crowd
who had bet on ''Snips" and seen he,
! come in behind the. bunch
|