The Wolf Point herald. (Wolf Point, Mont.) 1913-1940, 1924-08-28

ter selling his goods in Salt Lake
as already mentioned, he started
out that fall, with three mules, anC
one companion, a negro, to fine
another road to Fl. Bridger. He
negro, mules and all, were lost in
the mountains, and except the
mules nearly starved, Finally
they found an old buffalo which
they killed and ate despite its
toughness, and Holiday pro-
nounced it the best meat he ever
tasted, served as it was, with sauce
of hunger.
Once, wishing to impress the
Postoffice department that the time
schedule could be reduced for car
rying the mail, he made the journey
from Salt Lake to Atchison-about
1900 miles-in eight days and six
hours, which was unprecedented
speed for those days.
But the best story is that given
by Holiday himself to a New
York reporter, of his being held
up in one of his own coaches. He
said:
Zone night I was bouncing over
the plains in one of my overland
coaches. Mrs. Holiday and my
self we're the only passengers.
Several stages had been robbed
within two months, and the driver
was ripping along as though a gang
of prairie wolves we're after him.
Suddenly the horses were thrown
on their launches and the stage
stopped. I was heaved forward,
but quickly recovered, and found
myself gazing at the muzzle of a
double-barreled shot gun.
"'Throw up your hands and
don't stir shouted the owner,
in a gruff voice.
up went my hands, and | be-
gan to commune with myself. The
fellow then cody asked for my
money. | saw that he did not
know who | was, and l was afraid
my sick wife would awake and
all my name. My coat was but
toned over my bosom, but scarcely
high enough to hide a magnificent
emerald that cost me over $1,000 a
'ew weeks ago before in San Fran !
,isco. / scarcely breathed through
ear the light might strike the E
tone, and its sparkling brilliancy
attract the attention of the rob- }
,er. I had about $4,000 in a belt
nd several hundred dollars in my :
rockets.
Suddenly my friend shouted t
shell out quick, or I'll send q
he old 'un a free lunch I passed t
ut the few hundreds loose in my a
ocket and handed him my gold P
latch and chain. They were heavy. =
think the chain alone would l.
five pounds at least. t.
There, said T. there's every Il
ent I've gotl Take it and let me t,
My wife is very i'll, and I don't e
now what would happen to her, if
le knew what was going on
Keep your hands up was the
while a second robber re- L
lived my watch and money. d,
"Then a search was made for the Al
lpress company's box, but the
ouble-barreled shot gun did not Ell
owe. It's muzzles were within a y
'ot of my nose. For my life l did is
1t dare to stir. My nose began az
itch. The stiff hairs of my mus OF
che got up, one after the other ao
Id tickled it, until the sensation
as intolerable. I could stand it gr
longer. ar
Stranger I said, I must b se
ratch my nosel 1t itches so that =
am almost crazyP r
T" Move your hands, he shouted,
Id I'll blow a hole through your
ad big enough for a j~ack-rabbit
jump throughP
Il appealed once more. Well he
swered, keep your hands still
d I'llscratch it for you"
Did he scratch it?" asked one of
MS listeners.
Sure said Mr. Holiday. !
Howl asked the breathless lis !
Ter.
With the muzzle of the cooked
n" said the great o~verlander.
rubbed the muzzle around my
stache and raked it over the end
my nose, until | thanked him,
| said it itched no longer.
The robbers soon after took
If leave, with many apologies,
I continued my journey to the
'souri river, with the big en-
Id and $4,000"