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Montgomery County sentinel. [volume] (Rockville, Md.) 1855-1974, 1936-07-09

Order Nisi-
Mary B. Watkins. Vernon B. Wat
kins, her husband, ct al,
Plaintiffs.
VS..
Gordon Duvan and James Bowie
Etchison, ct al,
Defendants.
IN THE CIRCUIT COURT FOR
MONTGOMERY COUNTY, AS
A COURT OF EQUITY.
No. TICS Equity.
ORDERED, this 22nd day of June
A. ID. 1886, by the Circuit Court for
Montgomery County, as Court of
Equity, that the sale made by Bowie
r. Waters, Trustee, to Robert L
Etchison, Mary B. Watkins and Della
Naude Driver and reported in tie
above entitled cause, be ratified and
confirmed, unless cause TO the con-
frary thereof be shown on or before
the 18th day of July next: Provided
q COPY Of this order be inserted in
some newspaper published in said
Montgomery County, once in each Of
three successive weeks before the
said 18th day of July, 1886.
TIE Report states the amount of
the sale TO be Twenty six hundred
CLAYTON K. WATKINS,
Clerk Of the Circuit Court
for Montgomery County.
True Copy-Tsst:
CLAYTON K. WATKINS, Clerk
HAT
Montgomery County sentinel. [volume] (Rockville, Md.) 1855-1974, 1936-07-09
Mortgages Sale

By virtue of the power and author
ity contained in a Mortgage from
Benjamin F. Allnutt and wife to
Franklin M. Price, dated the 18th
day of July, in the year 1920, record
ed among the Land Records of Mont
gomery County, Maryland, in liber
296, folio 1853, the undersigned, as
assignee, will offer for sale at pub
Montgomery County sentinel. [volume] (Rockville, Md.) 1855-1974, 1936-07-09

In the Matter Of the Estate Of
Julia INLAND Sutliff, Deceased.
IN THE ORPHANS COURT FOR
MONTGOMERY COUNTY,
MARYLAND.
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health was better than it ever had been
and 1 have kept pretty close to those
habits all my life"
"Custer?" replies the veteran when
questioned these days, Custer? We
didn't see much of him. He was always
in headquarters before we started and
then on the march, he rode with the
advance guard. We were looking after
the supply train. But I'll say this for
him-he may have been hard on men
and horses, as they say, but he would
never ask anyone to do anything he
wouldn't do himself and If there was
danger, he was in the thick of it. He
was brave man, he and Benteen. I
never knew anyone braver than those
two, Custer and Benteen."
The old man stilI comments wryIy
on Clusters propensity for stationing
the band on some high poin to play
stirring tunes while the men pitched
camp or did some unusually hard work
HE knew we worked faster when there
was music-and have to admit that
we could always march better when
the band played" He recalls one oc-
casion when a bridge was being built
over the Little Missouri. General Terry
stood above on the bank, watching the
work, but Custer was down In the
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Montana Pioneer, Frank Lacy,
Has Witnessed Progress of
Cattle Industry for So Years

was as good as another mans note
Often one of them would ride intC
Miles City from the plains, clatter into
a store, purchase 500 worth of good;
and say, nonchalantly, to the mer-
chant:
MY name is Tom or Dick or Harry
I'll be back after awhile to settle with
you"
Then, after perhaps a day or two OF
wild hilarity in town, the man would
disappear, to be swallowed by the lin
itleSs plains. The merchant understood
that he might not see the lean, over
allied, booted cowboy again for another
! six months or a year. but he knew,
also, that some time after fall roundup
that same cowboy would come riding
into town to pay his blu.
AS talked to one and another Of
the pioneer cattlemen during the con-
vention this spring at Billings I was
impressed by the bright-eyed, youthful
Vigor OF those men, most of whom must
have passed the allotted three score
years and ten. When asked Mr.. Lacy
the recipe for eternal youth he said,
with twinkle:
Work hard, live joyously, and sing
while you work"
It is true, he assured me, that cow
boys did sing to their cattle while rid
ing night herd, adding verse after verse
to songs that had no end, often, moved
by the inspiration Of night skies and
the plains stiffness, composing lyrics
that are our only genuine folk songs.
They sang, he said, impelled not only
bv the sheer exuberance of youth, but
also because the sound of the human
voices did exert some magic influence
that quieted restless cattle and often
prevented stampedeS.
Speaking of stampedeS he said that
often herds did mill about or drift in
a bunch a few miles away, but that
never, in his long experience as a cat
tleman, has he seen or heard of any
such wild stampede as modern writers
love to put into their western thrillers
for the magazine or screen. The cow
boys life, just as it was lived, Mr..
enough, without the establishment or
added glamor of imaginative writer's.
He worked hard, Mr.. Lacy empha-
sized, was proud Of his job, and gladly
accepted his wages as sufficient COM
pensation for his toll There were no
organized unions among the cowboys
and no one ever heard of q strike for
higher wages or shorter hours. But
life for them, even when for six 4
months they didn't ride near town,
was seldom monotonous. With from
20 to 30 young, active men in an out
fit, they made their own fun. Unwear-
led after long hours In the saddle, they
told stortes-and the typical cowboys
story Is in a class by itse1f-sang songs,
played pranks, practised lassOoing and
ran races, looking forward always TO
The exciting, climatic event of the cow
boys year-the roundupS.
The genuine western cowboy, Mr.
Lacy recognizes, is fast disappearing,
along with the unfenced range. In his
place civilization has brought in q gor-
yeously attried man with shiny boots,
Ermged gloves and snaps, who does
spectacular riding on broncs trained TO
buck, for pay. A performance which
has no kinship with the old-time, dig
nified profession OF riding herd. i
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Bull Elk Forms
Friendship for
Saddle Animal

Leon Evans, newly-appoi dis
trict ranger at the Old Faithful dis
trict, is having a hard time convine-
ing his fellow-rangers that a bull elk
VIII team up with saddle horse 1T.
the manger.
Stationed at the Gallatin ranger
station the past winter, Evans was
awakened just before midnight on Feb.
22 by an odd noise in the barn. Waking
a CCC assistant, the ranger led the
way to the stall of his saddle horse.
AS he flashed the light into the barn,
ne wondered If he were dream-walk-
ing. Before him stood his mare, mead
bent into the manger, peacefully
munching her hay. Immediately along
side, and just as peacefully grinding
W1spS OF hay IN the n1anger was a mag
nificent young bull elk, head and ant
lers buried in the manger.
Their flashlights frightened the elk
and he bounded for the door, but his
antlers caught and held him. The
mare, as If sensing the elks difficulty,
edged toward her companion, and with
her shoulder bumped the elk's hind
quarters toward the door opening. With
this the elk made a rearward exit.
Every night after this until April /,
the. two strange companions hob
nobbed" together in the barn and at
the crib. Then about April 10, one
morning Evans found one Of the huge
which the bull had shed
in his barn haven. From that time on
the elk was never seen again.
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for a good cry. Down on Iiaudress Row
other women gave way more frankly
to their grief; children paraded with
handkerchiefs on sticks; Indian women
crooned their own strange comfort
Echoing strains of 'The Girl Left Be
hind Me-" a slowly sitting cloud Of
dust =. and that was all.
Jacob Horner says he learned about
cavalry boots that first day. Never de-
signed for walking, they grew heavier
and hotter as the hours wore on. Sol-
diers in 1876 were well, IL not Away
comfortably, clad They we're wearing
out the black campaign hats left over
from the Civil war; they had tight blue
trousers and blouses, the same weight
underwear the year round; the red
kerchiefs Of the 7th about their throats,
gloves on their hands. I'VE didn't
want to get sunburned in those days,
Horner said. Some officers and men,
including Custer, had bucksktn suits,
with which they often wore blue shirts
The column proceeded slowly vest
ward, met snow in the Badlands early
in June, then heat and dust on the
Montana plains. There wasn't much TO
eat, at least in the judgment of the
young Frenchman, used to heavy meals,
with mid-morning and mid-a afternoon
lunches thrown in, and his imagina-
played with the thought of food all day
long. Given his rations for the march,
sometimes only handful of crackers,
he ate them all at once. He had not
learned to chew tobacco at that time
but took the advice of a superior, you
won't drink so much of this bad water,
my lad, II you chew" But he remembers
selling his last small piece for a dollar
to a trooper who had been out for
days. 81 bought cheese and crackers
and ginger r-snapS at the suffers store,
so it was q fair exchange"
Hard as this routine was, Jacob Hor-
ner gives credit to his army life for
his present excellent health. If had
STAYED in st. Louis" he insists, with
all that eating and drinking. wouldn't
have lasted at all. We all eat too much
and although it was a hard lesson to
learn on that western march, / found
that by the time was used to it, my
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Pioneer Cuualrymun SaUed from Fate of Custer's
Soldiers i'm June, 1876, BY Horse He Didn't Haue

BY EDNA LAAIOORE WALDO
"A horse! A horse! My kingdom
for h0rSe!" may have been the
prayer of young Jacob Horner that
summer of 1876 as he truged over
the dusty western trail in the wake
eg the 7th cavalry, forcing one
heavy riding boot ahead OF the other
and remembering bitterly the rides
he had been promised, down In st.
Louis when ne enlisted. But If he
had had a horse at that time, he
probably wouldn't have spent this
past winter In California nor would
he have taken part in the commem-
0ration Of the Goth anniversary Of
the Custer battle in his own town
OF Bismarck this summer.
Powder River, let er buck!" might
be better slogan for this well-groomed
old gentleman, well past 80 but in the
best of health, for he doesn't look as
though he had ever stared either a
hardtack or a Redskin IN the face.
Jacob Horner, cavalryman though he
was, was one of small group left be-
hind at Powder river, with the in
fantry, to guard supplies while his
comrades went ahead to fight and fall
at the Little Big Horn. All this simply
because horses for the recruits had
failed TO arrive and Custer at the last
moment had decided to take all the
men out of Fort Abraham Lincoln.
Jacob Horner was one day behind
the Indians several times that summer
but he got plenty of action the next
year against the Nez Perces, reaching
Fort Lincoln in December 1877, only
to be told there were no available quar-
ters nearer than Fort Rice, another
80 miles down the Missouri. After that,
he served in the Black Hills, marched
IN Fort C1auya ri or TaTonCfOWf1 T1pkCtQ
and again through the snow to Fort
Totten, in the interior on Devils Lake.
There he attended a school for non
commissioned officers, for he had been
Sergeant Horner since the Nez Perce
trouble, and served out his enlistment.
A hitch" in the army was five years
in those days but Horner liked 1t well
enough to have re-enlisted had not
his bride thought differently. OF
course, he had a horse by that time.
Like many another young man, Jacob
HOrner Joined the army to see the
world, although his fsmily background
hardly made that necessary. Born in |
New York city, he was taken as a
child back TO the family home In the
wine districts of Alsace- Lorraine where |
he was educated in q French school, |
picking up, as all children in those
disputed provinces did, smattering |
of German besides. But America beck |
oned and he returned here as soon as
he was through school A visit to his
parents in 1874 ended by his taking
the southern route home and approach
ing the United States via Havana,
Cuba and New Orleans. Working in the
French colonies of New Orleans and
other Louisiana cities and later in st.
Louis, Horner finally met some soldiers
bound for the Indian campaign. BY that
time, he had good job, many friends,
tailored clothes but the troops were
bound for the wilds of Dakota terri
tory. He did not know where that was,
nor did they, but it was place he had
never seen. He joined the 7th cavalry. /
He gave away his clothes right and
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frontier forts and thought q real home
would be fine for change.
Katie Stewart Horner had It. She
and her husband lived in Bismarck,
where he entered business. for more
than so years. There General E s. God
frey, who had been Horner's troop COM
mander and who had known Katie as
q child, came TO see them. There Ser
geant Horner, respected citizen and re
tired merchant, treasures an honorable
discharge, signed by none other than.
the officer who became Gen. Hugh L.
Scott. Alone now, the veteran takes
many trips such as the one to Califor-
mia recently, where he visited his for
mer officer, Colonel Varnum, shortly
before the latter's death
IF I'd had horse that trip, ia
probably be dead, Horner always in
sists, @but rather think I'd Ike to
ride horse in the parade this summer,
beside one Of the old Indians we fought
that year.
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stream with the men, showing them
what 10 do. He always knew, too"
The boots we're still a burden, how
ever, and long before they reached In
dian country, the young trooper was
ready to give up the ghost.
Sergeant. he said, when that dig
nitary passed beside him, you've got
horse. You go on; leave me here I've
got my gun and some ammunition. Ill
come along If can but right now,
can't walk another step"
The red Indiansu scalp you alfvel" "
II don't care" Horner replied, ''it
can't be much worse than these boots.
He was left to himself, and did fl
nally reach camp. He saw no Indians
and found things easier after that.
His first night on guard duty was
an ordeal, too, for he had to watch the
horses. Orders were to challenge and,
IL there was no immediate reply, to
shoot. Every bush looked like an enemy
and the coyotes, new to him then, sang
a weird night song that rose and fell
with terrible effect He challenged
q deserter, who readily admitted that
he wanted q horse; followed him
around the band, but all to no purpose.
Three men went over the hill that
night, less afraid of stray Indians on
their lonely homeward way than of
those they might find ahead. The Rec
scouts we're sent after them but they
got away, turning up finally, wornout
and starving, to give themselves up
at Fort Lincoln.
When the supply camp was estab-
lished at the mouth of the Powder
river, Horner was among those left
to guard it. His friends went ahead
and most Of them never returned. His
contingent did not know of the battle
till several days later when "E" troop
was sent to guide them TO the rendez-
vous on the Rosebud. The fleeing In
dians had passed on the other side of
the river without being recognized.
IF we had stayed where we we're,
Horner says, I'VE might all have been
killed, too, for after we had gone, the
Indians crossed the river, took what
stores they wanted, and burned the
rest"
The recruits went back down the Mis-
souri, on q steamboat and spent the fail
and winter at Fort Lincoln. After the |
Nez Perces campaign of 1877 Horner
was stationed at Fort Rice where he
met little Katie Stewart, then only IA. !
Their romance Is like a novel Later, /
1t Fort Totten, despite a new rule
against the marriage Of soldiers and
lon-commiSsioned officers, he married
1er on her 17th birthday, slipping
away from stable duty and up the
stairs over his captains quarters, to
meet the bride and the priest, Father
Claude. 1t was for her sake that he
eft the army; she had grown up in
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left, bade his friends an affectionate
farewell, and they reciprOcated by
standing along the line of march from
the barracks to the railway station,
holding out great schooners of beer
and at the station itself, an armload OF
bologna. st. Louis was gay place In
those days and the young soldier had
reason to remember its lavish hospital
ity later as he truged over the plains
The bologna came in handy for 1t was
a long way to the end Of the railroad
at Bismarck, Dakota, and many stores
enroute closed when they saw the SOL
| dierS Surging off the train. Horner had
a huge supply of tobacco, too, in lieu
of a bill he could not collect, and as
he did not use 1t at that time, this also
proved useful as a medium OF exchange.
Arriving at Fort Abraham Lincoln,
| on the Missouri across from Bismarck,
he found everything in a mad hullaba-
loo. It was the middle of April, 1875,
and Custer had just come in belatedly
from Washington to complete prepar-
ations for the western campaign. The
recruits were left in Bismarck to un-
load the train while their mounted
comrades dashed off to the fort in
search of food and rest. 1t was night |
before the youngsters reached the post;
they were tired, supper was over, and
they got only coffee and biscuits. It
tion for a young man used to the six
daily meals Of st. Louis-but he found
that 1t was only the beginning.
Fort Lincoln was q new post, built
especially to accommodate the 7th cav
airy It lay down the Missouri valley
several miles below the settlement, on
q flat to the south of Fort Mexican,
an earlier infantry post on high bluff
above the mouth Of the Heart river.
Buildings were Of good frame construc-
ton, not elaborate, but as comfortable
as anything on the frontier at that
time. The parade ground fronted the
river and wagon road led up the draw
toward the post on the hill. I,
May II, 1876 . i. and at last the long
column was ready to move, Montana
bound. Soldiers from Fort Rice, en-
camped down the valley; infantry from
Fort Mexican; Indian scouts, the hand
somely mounted troops Of the 7th, each
with their perfectly matched horses,
their yellow cords and gay red ker-
chiefs. There was long wagon train, !
augmented by many civilian contract
ors and their outfits; pack-mules; Gus
ter's Is stag-hounds, In and around !
everything; the regimental band on
their grey horses; the recruits to which :
Jacob Horner belonged, cavalrymen,
but still on foot and fated to march
along with the infantry. They were
not quite so enthusiastic now that
the day had come and their horses had
not. At first the order had been to
stay behind but Custer had, quite char ,
Horner says, reversed 1t
at the last moment so that every avail
able man should 90 along.
One last dashing parade, the rollick-
ing strains of Garry -Owen," the reg =
mental marching tune, bugles, shouts,
Indian cries, then only the slow creak I,
Of saddle leather, and the expedition !
had passed up the gully and over the :
hills toward the Little Big Horn. Be
hind them, a few officers wives rocked
sadly on their porches, OF ran inside
Montana oil and mining journal., 1936-07-11
By GLENDoLN DAMON wAGNEl

0I 0A4AfAN0OAAAAN A2AAtAO4N FH4ANAANA@A
Frank Lacy, owner OF the Lacy
cattle ranch, is a true west0nian.
Although born in Oregon he, like
so many of our Montana cowboys,
spent his bOyhOOd i'm Texas. 1t was
In 1884 that he followed the north
bound trail from Texas to Montana
with q bunch of horses, and here,
also following the example of many
young Texans who had needed the
call of Montana plains, he re-
remained. For 50 years he has been
identified, in one way or another,
with the Montana cattle industry,
sharing its vagaries of prosperity
and misfOrtunes, taking things as
they came with true cowboy phil
OS0phy, hot, dry summers and
bleak, rangeleSs winters, or wet
summers with their aftermath Of
winter ranges thick with feed, but
all the while fighting through,
never admitting defeat. He has
proven himself among the fittest
who have survived in the cOwmans
eternal fight against nature.
During his first three years in Mon
tana, from 1884 to 1887, MIR. Lacy
worked as a cowboy for the Okalalie
company whose cattle were distin-
guished by the Camp Stool" brand.
AA4CL AAC pun C1ldoCQ 1lt5 OWN IhAlCA4 UGhAI
Birney, Montana, known throughout
the west as the Lacy ranch"
Naturally, Mr.. Lacy has witnessed
many changes in the last So years and
these changes have not all Deen lm-
provements on vanished order of life
Civilization, he feels, with some regret,
has come to stay, and has brought in
its wake all the attendant progressive
movementS-the railroad, telegraph
telephone, automobile, irrigation, pros
porous, small farms, and many COM
munity centerS dotting plains that a
half century ago were peopled only by
cattle, buffalo, wild horses and a type
Of men typical Of the west, fruit of the
west-the cowboy.
But civilization, Mr.. Lacy feels. has
transformed the true cowboy, that
hard-working, hard-riding, singing
child of the plains-into a spectacular
Snowman, and he rather deplores the
change. Fifty years ago, he asserts,
there was no showing off. In those
early days cowmen took their work
seriously and looked upon it as a Dig
uified and highly specialized profess
sion. The wrist watch was no part OF
their equipment, for their duties were
not regalated by any eight-hour- day
schedule. They ate when they were
hIng-y-that Is, If it chanced that they
could spare time to eat when they werel
hungry. If not, they waited until they
could Eighteen hours at a stretch inl
the saddle was not an unusual day for
them. And there weren't many of them
who boasted ownership of $40 hats and
s25 boots. A half century ago the or
dinary cowboy didn't often have enough
clothes to flag train.
MIR. Lacy feels that they were, for the
most part, clean, fine, honest speci-
nan Of manhood, those cowboys who
ook the one-way trail from the east
n from Oregon or Texas to contribute
oward the advancement of Montana.
They were proud Of their honesty and
ook pride Ia knowing that their word