, 1905-12-09
HUBBARD IN WYOMING.

interesting. breezy way of jollying his
friends that anything from his pen is
sure to entertain as well as to educate.
Recently he paid a visit to the city OF
Sheridan and his account of a visit to
the Custer battle field is filled with
so much of the milk of human kindness
and intense interest TO our PEOPLE that
II is given herewith:
Sheridan, Wyoming, is on the Bur
| .lington," just one hundred and twenty
miles southeast of Billings.
In sheridan, they say billings is n
i hundred and twenty miles northwest
OF Sheridan.
The Custer battlefield lies about half
way between Sheridan and Billings.
and as your train speeds through the
valley, following the windings of the
Little Big Horn, the conductor comes
through and c%ourteously calls he at
tentiou of passengers to the monument
that crowns the ridge, All along, for
q half n mile or more, white head-stones
dot the hillside, and tell their silent sto-
nv Of men who fought n hopeless fight
and died the death, leaving but one
survivor of the battle, and he an lndi-
an, and beyond this one man there
were only mutilated and mangled
bodies to tell the tale.
/ lectured at Sheridan, a prosperous
city on the Little Big Horn. Sheridan
has every appliance and convenience
of a modern New England town.
The people in the audience had the
look of success-the well-fed, confident
glow of a people who work and are
! making head.
Billings is bigger than Sheridan, but
Sheridan has more culture, at least
Herbert Cofreen of Sheridan says So.
In 1876, this whole country from
Billings to Sheridan was full of hostile
Indians, with a sprinkling of alleged
whites almost as bad. 1t is the rail
roads that rave worked the miracle
the railroad is the civilizer, not the
missionary nor the soldier, The song
of the rail is, Get busy! Get busy!
Get busy"
u ohBNl Va Nllt bhi III
ton down Sheridan way is Edward Gill
cite, the surveyor who ran the line
from Nebraska to Montana, a thousand
miles. through sage brush, rattlesnake
| claims and prairie dog preserves, where
no civilizlng whites lived, and greasy
Crows and treacherous Sioux were 81,
preme.
Gillette is a Yale man-but he has
overcome the handicap.
At Sheridan had planned to catch
the train north at the witching hour of
"A. M. Just as l was about to take the
platform, it not being nailed down, a
telegram was handed me. Folks who
hand kilograms to eminent literary
gents about to appear before a large
and intelligent audience, deserve to be
elocuted-unless the telegram contains
good Jews, This telegram was from
Gillette, Yale II, reading thus, My
private car is now on the side-track at
you disposal. Go to bed after you
lecture and awake at Crow agency
where the car will remain while you
visit the battlefield, and then get you
to Billings in ample time for your lee
ture there"
Dear, old Gillette, you've saved my
life, and the rest of my days I'll shave
with Gillette, his safety razor" l muir
INJURED, and through my mind ran Wis
ions of the private car. no visitors, Just
a smiling Atro-Americsu with his Bur
lington buffet hope you know what
| that means!
l launched into my theme, ladled out
the truth as it seemed to me, and end
ed with a glowing tribute to Yale,
which caused a sweet, young thing
present to murmur, looking at my
hair cut, ardently, Yours are surely
Yale locksi"
When | awoke the next morning l
looked up at a little clock at the foot
of my bed and saw the dial marked Z.
The car was not moving inc 1 guessed
We We're on a side track. Through the
stiffness came a faint odor of coffee and
l thought l heard Jim breaking eggs
and dropping them into a sizzling pan.
1t seemed a time of great peace-to
awake in a quiet car, with all the bus
tie, roa and confusion absent, and the
anticipation of breakfast! l got up and
was preparing to take a cold bath,
when the curtain of the window was
slowly, silently and softly pushed
aside, and l realized that l was supply
ing diversion for some one outside of
the car. | felt as did the lady travelling
in Malay who was entertained at the
house of a native prince, when her bath
was disturbed by a family scrap, as to
who should have precedence at the
peep-holes.
A slight spasm of anger came over
me and just CAV the curtain a jerk
and ran it up, in the firm consciousness
}nat had nothing to hide.
And behold! there was the painted
face of an Indian, framed by the win
dow with startling effect!