Fergus County argus. [volume] (Lewistown, Mont.) 1886-1946, 1906-05-04

is very good picture of our track
team
For lucid explanations of problems
60 to Earl McGinness.
Ask Edmund Johnson what is pecul-
lar about an arctic icebereg.
The final declamatory contest was
held last Friday evening. The speak.
ers being Irene johnson, Lydia An
derson, Minnie Coryell and Charles
Grippe. The latter, the acknowledged
declaimer of the school. was awarded
first place and We all feel sure that
he will win honors for his school at
Mssoula on the tenth of May. Minnie
Coryell was given second place, rem
dering her selection in very pleas
ing manner.
The contest on Friday night was,
every one says the best ever held in
our little city. The declaimers exhib-
tied great deal of ability as well as
talent and each one passed up to the
platform with the calmness given only
ia those who know what they ought to
do and are confident that they can do
it. This self-possession was the result
Of long continued practice under the
experienced and capable instruction
of Rev. Quickenden. Mr. Quickenden
has trained a number of the pupils for
the last three years for these contests.
and every year some one of his train
ing has won.
This year he trained five of the
eight contestants and four of the five
We're on the final contest. Mr.. Quick
enden has given many hours of his
valuable time to these. but will ac-
cept nothing in return for his labor.
1t is a pleasure to the student body
as wei as to the faculty to express
Mr.. Quickenden for his interest in be-
half of the students in their declama-
tory contests.
The Mystery of the Bad Lands.
The month of October 1882 was Of
unusual beauty and charm to the hun
ter in the region of Taffy Ridge. and
a joller set of sportsmen than we.
never sraced a campfire.
The second day was spent in in
spectng and noting game trails. Up
and down the banks we wandered,
each one going in different direct
ion and we were soon lost to each
: others sight Our hunt was quite sue
cessful While we were partaking of
: our midday meal, wagon of emf
grants rode slowly by.
5 We passed te time of day and they
/ went on. Our attention was presently
Y attracted by the rapid firing of rifles
e We soon saw that the same party OF
y whites We're fighting for life, against
Y great odds, with band of Indians
y Nearly all of our party started to tho
e rescue as fast as our horses could car
ry us, but were too late to give any aid
f Seven men and two women had beer
J. massacred. They had not only beef
s shot and scalped, but their ears ant
Il noses had been cut off, and they wer
otherwise mutiitated beyond reco
S milton. Powder had been shot into thei
n faces until all possible chance of in
h identification was lost.
:, We vowed that we would be tn
l. ones to follow that trail of blood ur
til we had avenged the death of thes
= innocent people who had met such
y fearful death. 1t was a determined lit
I tie party that left our camp. Littl
:. did We know what our own fate Woult
4 be, and few were our thoughts of hunt
t ing game.
1 The trail of blood was two hours
old before we were ready to start, bu
= our horses We're in good condition
< and SO we sped over the ridge of death
How the Indians had travelled so fas
, was a mystery because as every on,
5 knows, one can ride only little wa.
!, before one is on the edge of bluf
| or some deep gulch. We came soon tt
the dreadful field of carnage Thu
5 wagons had been burned. the horses
l killed and the harness cut to pieces
: 1t was indeed an easy task for such
t large number. The ground was GOV
e cred with clothes, and stained will
t blood from the innocent sufferers.
J. AS We neared the dreadful fiel
six Indians swoopell down upon us. w
& were spurred on with the thought O
s. vengeance, and in a short time sa,
t. four stalwart braves added to the sam
e death roll The other two Indians mad
their disappearance as quickly a
81 they had made their appearance.
On and on we rode needless of tn
IS happenings behind us.
s. In a small ravine we dismounte,
watered our horses and held a shol
is council. Where is DAM" echoed i
m our ears as Dave dismounted breatl
less and weary. Not word was
Of tered. not sound made, as eac
waited for the other to speak. "WheI
is hep How far are we from camp?
Of Can it be that his horse has falle
and he is killed?' Was he killed c
IS or wounded in our encounter with tn
O. Indians?
n II had been a beautiful mornin;
N but now a storm was coming up, an
he