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I VOL. 2. CHOTEAU, CHOTEAU COUNTY, MONTANA, FRIDAY, OCTOBER 30, 1891. NO. 25. T . Or. B-Ä-IIES, ATTORNEY & COUNSELOR AT LAW. _____ J, E). W A M S L ^ Y . PL\y0iö-i&ii & S-fcil'ge&O.. C H O T E A U . ............................MONT. “W . ZE3I. S t C L A I B , Bäi'feei' & 5^* HOT AND COLD BATHS. Main 1 Street, Opposite Choteau House E.C.G-arrBtt, JLC.WarnBr. GARRETT M D WARNER REAL E S T A T E A G E N T S N O T A R IES PUBLIC AND C O N V E Y A N C E R S Deeds, Mortgages and other Legal documents executed. Public Land Plats and Abstracts. A. C. WARNER, U. S. COM M ISSION E R . LAND PROOFS AND FILINGS. Corner Main & Hamilton Street. CHOTEAU . . . - MONT. jr. p ® b o u s c a S e n CIVIL AND HYDRAULIC ENGINEER. Address: P. O. Box 34, CHOTEAU, Mont- JOÜIST CL IDTTIFIF1, Authorized to practice before the De partment of the Interior, the Land Office, and the Pension and other Bureaus. PENSION CLAIMS SPECIALLY ATTEND E D TO . Cor. Main and St. John Sts., Fort Benton. G rand U nion H otel , i * CHAS.ROW E , P r o p r i e t o r . FORT BENTON, - - MONT. iD-S-ir sz m i t e p h t 1 H. A. DAY & THOMAS W. MURPHY, GREAT FALLS, - - - - - - MONTANA OFFICE OVER FIRST NATIONAL BANK. JEo Ho JBI JE&lLC^CarD^iJ} IDEUSTTISO?, ROOM 14 OVER POST OFFICE. GREAT PALLS, - - MONT. “W im :. ZEH- UsT o ta x 3 7 - S P u /fo lic DEED\. MORTGAGES and all hinds of legal instruments drawn up. Subscriptions received for all News papers and Periodicals at publisher’s rates. CHOTEAU, - - - - M ONT. r'Q a am vale a bickfobd , UrvAullN, ATTORNEYS, 914 F S T - N. W ., W A S H INGTON, D. c. Indian Depredation Claims prosecuted before the court of claims and the Su preme Court of the United States, for legal fees under the act of .March 3d, 1891. Vigorous and effective work. No success no compensation. Reference, Hon. W il - bdr P. S anders , Helena. The Unexpected. Come listen, little boys and girls, While I a tale relate About a little boy named Tom, ‘ Whose age was almost eight. Tom was a headstrong kind of boy, Who thought it jolly fun To scare his mother half to death By bio,wing in a gun. One day a stranger came that way, As strangers oft had done; But this one left behind the door, A double barrelled gun. “Ha, ha,” quoth Tom, the naughty boy, “I never saw one such, If single barrels make such sport, This should make twice as much.” So Tommie took the double gun Straight to his mother fast, It isn’t loaded, “maw,” he yelled, And blew a mighty blast. And Tommie? Where is Tommie now? A halo ’round his head? Not much. It wasn’t loaded; just As little Tommie said. —Detroit Free Press. “THE W A K IS OVER.” Wafctersou’s Oration at Hie Banquet o f the A rmy o f the Ten ness«. ‘-LET us have , PEACE.” ‘•Whither thou goest, I will go; and whither thou lodgest, I will lodge: Thy peoplo shall be my people, and thy God my God.” The meeting of the Society of the Army of the Tennesse closed Thursday night, October 11th, at Chicago, with a splendid banquet at the Pal mer house, which was largely attended by many notable gentlemen. Among them were several members of the society, but \^ho were present to witness the unveiling of the equestrian statute of Gen. Grant in Lincoln Park. To Mr. Henry Watterson was assigned the toast, uTlie War is Over—Let Us Have Peace.*’ The noted editor was received with great applause as he rose to speak. He spoke substantially as follows: “I believe that, at this moment, the people of the United States are nearer together, in all that constitutes kindred feeling and in terest, than they have been at any time since the adoption of the federal constitution.' If it were not so I should hardly venture to come here and talk to yon ns I am going to talk to-night. As it is, surrounded though I be by union soldiers, my bridges burned and every avenue of escape cut olf, I atn not in the least discouraged or alarmed. On the contrary, I nev er felt safer, or happier, or more at home. Indeed, I think that, supported by your presence and sustained by these commissary stores, I could stand a siege ol several mouths and hold out against incredible odds. It is wonderful how circumstances alter cases, for it was not always so. “I am one of the many witnes- sess who live to tell the story of a journey to the moon and back! It may not be that I have any mar vels of personal adventure or any prodigies of individual valor to relate; but I do not. owe my sur vival to the precaution taken by a member of the confederate bat tery commanded by the brave Captain llowells, of Georgia. It was the habit of this person to go lo the rear whenever the batt ery got well under lire. At last Oapt Howells called him up and ad monished him that, if the breach of duty was repeated, he would shoot him down as he went, with out a word. The reply came on the instant: “That’s all right, cap’n; that’s all right; you can shoot me. but I’ll be dadburned if I’m going to let those Yankees do it?” I at least gave you the op portunity to try, and I am much your debtor that, in my case your markmanship was so defective. “You have been told that the war is over. I think that I, my self, have heard that observation. I am glad of it. Hoses smell sweet er than gunpowder—for everyday uses; the carving-knife is prefer able to the baj^onet, or the sabre, and, in a contest for first choice between cannon balls and wine corks, I have a decided prejudice in favor of the latter! “The war is over; and it is well over. God reigns and the govern ment at Washington still Jives. I am glad of that. I can conceive of nothing worse for ourselves, nothing worse for our children, than what might have been if the war had ended otherwise, leaving two exhausted combatants to be come the prey of foreign interven tion and diplomacy, setting the clock of civilization back a cen tury and splitting I lie noblest of the continents into five or six weak and warring republics, like those of South America, lo repeat in the New World thé mistakes ol the old. “The war is over, truly; and let me repeat, it is well over. If any thing was wanting to proclaim its termination from every housetop and doorpost in the land, that lit tle brush we had last spring with Sig. Macaroni furnished it. As to the touch of an electric bell, the whole people rallied to lhe brave words of I he secretary of state, and, for the moment, sec tions and parties sunk out of sight and thought it one overmastering sentiment of racehood,, manhood and nationality. I shall not stop to inquire whether the war made us better than we were. It certainly made us better acquainted, and, on the whole, it seems to me that we are none die worse for thatbetter ac quaintance. • The truth is that the trouble between us was never more than skin deep; and the cu rious thing about it is that it was not our skin, anyhow! It was a black skin, not. a white skin that brought it about. “As 1 see it, our great sectional controversy was, from first to last, the gtadual evolution of a people from darkness to light, with no charts or maps to guide them, and no experience to lead the way. “The framers of our constitution found themselves unable to fix de cisively and to define accurately the exact relation of the states to the federal government. On that point they left what may be des cribed as an ‘open clause,’ and through that open clause, as through an open door, the grim spectre of disunion stalked. It was attended on one hand by the African slavery;, on the other hand by sectional jealousy, and between the trio of evil spirits the household flower of peace was torn from the lintel and tossed intp the flames of war. “In the beginning all of us were guilty, and equally guilty, for Af rican slavery. It was the good fortune of the north first to find out that slave labor was not profi table. So, very sensible, it sold its slaves to the south, which, very disastrously, pursued the delu sion. Time at last has done its perfect work; the south sees now, as the north seen before it, that the system of slavery, as it was maintained by us, was the clumsi est and costliest labor system on earth, and that when we took the • field to fight for it wtv set out upon a fool’s errand. Under slave la bor the yield of cotton never reached 5,000,000 bales. Under free labor it has never fallen be low that figure, gradually ascend ing to six and seven, until this year it is about to reach nearly 9,000,000 bales. This tells the whole story. I am not here to talk politics, of course. But I put it to you whether that is not a pretty good showingfor free black labor, and whether, with such a showing, the southern whites can afford any other than just and kind treatment to J,he blacks, without whom, indeed, the south would be a brier patch, and half (CONTINUED ON FIFTH PACE.)
