The Carbon County news. [volume] (Red Lodge, Mont.) 1924-1931, 1926-07-01

ing them why | never got married.
objected strenuously. There was about
forty in the party and l got between
them and the door next to the road
before l began. knew l would need
that door when got done.' Just then
train of Pullman rumbled by the
cabin door and passed into the Canyon
on its way to Livingston. The old
man grew bitter in his denunciation
of the Railroad Company. "They rob-
bed me-, he said, 81 should have been
rich but it is a case of who shall reap,
the weak or the strong. The railroad
took from me my trail through the
Canyon, laid the rails on it without
compensation to me and destroyed my
business. My money in the courts did
no good. The right of eminent domain
is stronger than an old man. I was
the pioneer who showed the way,
sowed the seed of opportunity, but
others reap because they are strong.
Same way, my friend, with Cooke
City. Will those of us old prospectors
who had faith in the camp and have
yet, who have lived their lives there
waiting for the power of capital to
unlock the treasury that we know is
there, will they reap the rewards of
their sacrifices and hardships or will
they go down in the valley where the
trail leads on forever without seeing
their dreams come true, for they had
dreams in their youth and have still
the clinging idea that it may yet
come true-who shall reap, they or the
generations to come?
Uncle Jim, how did you get the
name of Yankee Jim?"
II was born in Pennsylvania at
Beaver near Glasgow and Georgetown
on the Ohio River, Sept IS, 1882.
When I was about fifteen years old l
went down the Ohio River on a flat
boat. During the Rebellion | was a
mule skinner. There were three of us
named Jim, two were from the south,
and being from the north, the Cap
tain called me Yankee Jim, my right
name being James George. The name
has followed me ever SINCE" The old
mans pipe having gone out, he arose
to replenish it and let out the cats.
At this moment a rumbling noise was
heard like horse running.
sI'll bet that is that harum scarum
tomboy, Winnie Travis, coming down
the road. l see cloud of dust. She
is about due to visit me-"
Emerging from the dust, the rid II
could be seen to be young woman.
Il told you so, exclaimed the old man.
Hello, Winnie, glad to see you," he
said, as she rode up to the door and
dismounted. The young engineer stood
in the doorway to one side, looking at
her.
"How are all the folks at home and
how is MAJ" asked jim.
ooh, they are all we'll, and you can
look at me-"
The engineer walked out expecting
to mount his horse and go. Winnie
looked at him and blushed as she did
not know that anyone was around ex-
cept the old man.
"Uncle Jim, why didn't you tell me
you had company"
well, / swan, child, you come up
on fellow so quick that he don't get
chance to think. Mr.. Spcncer, let
me make you acquainted with Miss
Travis. She is dandy. All the
young fellows, mule SINNERS and SOL
6ers arc all trying to die for her."
Spencer acknowledged the introduce
ton. He was struck with her youth,
full beauty and vigor, and her riding
habit, divided skirt and Stetson hat
with her dark hair hanging loosely
tied at the back, the makeup Of typ
ical western girl. Mounting his horse,
he gave Uncle Jim goodbye. Winnie
asked him which way he was going.
II am going up to the Syringe"
Vaulting into her saddle she babe
Jim goodbye and told Spencer she was
going his way. They rode leisurely
up the trail and as they rode side by
side Spencer felt that somehow she
was different than other girls he had
come in contact with and her con-
versation did not run in the same
course as most women. His admira-
ton grew as she told him of herself
in her love of the broad outdoors, of
animals and nature and hunting. AS
they drew near to where they would
part she challenged him to a race, and
touching her horse, she shot away in a