The Carbon County news., 1930-09-25
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From The River OF Life
BY coNWELL
BY (. p. CONWELL

buds began to appear in the val,
ieys he was led out to a clover
pltallty and sweet quiet. content
and restfullness for which Can,n
sena is known the world over
occasionally he glanced a mile
bathe In Wild Bills lake or eniov
the dreamy delights and stupend-
ously superb mountain scenery
excellent cuisine, inimitable hos
spent his time watching the east
efn tourists going up to fish or
pasture reserved for him where he
To the northwellt and pensivelH
wondered at the human beinos ba
saw there in knee britches. cans
and fancy sockery apparently trv-
ing to knock small gutta percha
peilets into prairie dog holes or
carrying crooked sticks about try
ing to find lost treasure in tbe
wet grass while kindling at home
went uncut and cows unpailed.
THUS passed in sweet succes-
sion the latter years of Sure Shots
lie. But one afternoon at almost
sunset time the skiJs over the
Beartooths became overcast and
soon Mt. Maurice was aflame with
lghtnlng. Then it was that a wind
came out of the night that envel-
oped West Fork canyon uprooting
trees, tearing down buildings and
dealing havoc to everything in its
way. 1t destroyed several miles of
the new Cooke City road and lev
eled the corall fence wherein Sure
Shot was then confined, thus al
lowing him to wander where fancy
led. In all the years he had been
there it was the first time that
he found himself free to return
to the scene of his early activities
and with the instinct known only
to animals he sought the site Of
the old livery barn.
Never before in the history of
Red Lodge had there been such
a stormy night. 1t was as if the
demons of the underworld had re-
turned to wreck vengence on the
living. the cry of the wind was
like the despairing wall of lost
souls; the lightning flashed and
the thunders rolled until it seemed
that Nature itself had broken its
own immutable laws and chaos
had come again.
with the dawn came peace, the
winds sought rest and the, sun
arose in a cloudless skv but ON
that lot where now the Tiny-Mite
Golf cours is, Sure Shot lay still
and stark in death. The real cause
or manner, of his tragic passing
has never been explained and re-
mains mystery to this day. A
grave was dug that afternoon and
tender hands buried him under
that spot yonder where that lone
some looking bachelor is knocking
a ball under the three sisters.
"Several times since then, par
ticulariy on stormy nights, late
home goers passing along West
Eleventh Street have seen the spec
trail form Of old Sure Shot. A
ghastly scene it is, they say, of
a rangy white gelding hitched to
a buggy. From it's cavernous eyes
there shines an eerie, lurid yellow
light and it's extended nostrils
emit hideous, sulphuric flames
that strike abiect terror to the
stoutest heart. That is why all ou-
children go home promptly when
the curfew rings and that their
parents seldom play golf there
later than A A. NJ"
"But why" asked my companion
"is the snector always hitched to
a rig 2" "That I cannot say" I an
swered, "unless to give those who
wish to do so an opportunity to
take buggy ride" ooh, | see," he
replied, "Thanks, after listening
to your outlandish story feel that
| have already had one"
Finis