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VOL. VII.
A STRANGE COMPARISON.
We have often seen an old shoe lying in
the gutter without that touch of feeling,
which we shall hereafter experience, for
we did not know how much humanity
dwelt in such cast-off soles until we read
the following from the Chicago Tribuue :
How much a man is like old shoes !
For instance : Both a soul may lose;
Both have been tanned ; both are made
tight
By cobblers; both get left and right;
Both need a mate to be complete,
And both are made to go on feet.
They both need heeling, oft are soled,
And both in time turn all to mould,
With shoes the last is first; with men
The first shall-be the last; and when
The shoes wear out they’re mended new :
When men wear out they are men dead
too.
They both are trod upon, and both
Will tread on others, nothing loath.
Both have their tics and both incline
When polished in the world to shine ;
And both peg out—and would you choose
To be a man or be his shoes?
A WINTER IN THEMOomw
TO THE INTERESTS OF THE UNIVERSITY OF GEORGIA.
ATHENS, GA, SATURDAY NOV. 5, 1887.
NO. 4
Having always had an anxious
longing to see the “far West,” I
eagerly availed myself of the oppor
tunity that presented itself to me of
accompanying a surveying party
that was to have for its field for
operations the Territory of Montana.
Our route was by the Union Pacific
and Utah & Northern Railroads, via.
Kansas City, Denver, Cheyenne City,
and Helena, Montana.
At Denver, the magic city of the
West, which has grown, from 1876,
(when it was founded,) to be a beau
tiful and imposing city of 80,000 in
habitants, we made a stop of a few
days. Here we had our first view of
the Rocky Mountains. We could
see Pike’s Peak, the highest peak in
the United States, overtopping the
rest of the mountains, like some
giant, from whose crest the snow
never melts. This mountain, though
seventy miles from Denver, looks to
be much nearer on account of ti e
rarified air; this city of the clouds
being 5,200 feet above the level of
the sea. Here we also inspected the
Tabor Grand Opera House, the
finest building of its kind in Amer-
i a, costing several millions. It is
enough to say that it is superb.—
After a six days’ trip, we disem
barked at the little station of'Rivalle,
in the Flathead Indian Reservation,
where the Government has quar
tered 1,500 of these Red men. Across
the i rrlvie we could see herds of the
wild W tie and bronchos grazing on
the luniriant grass, that was waist
liighpSinded by the half naked In
dian biys, who gazed at us in aston-
ishraer as we filed by with our sur
veying instruments. Most of the
Indio* on this reservation are in a
coulh'p state of barbarism, living-
in ams, and making long hunt
ing pi editions for food. They are
verm uecessful hunters, &a small
pari* f . quently killing seveial hun
dredth er at a trip. They arc very
econiGcal, to say the least, using
evert 'a t of the animal, even to the
heaiji d iutestines. The buck In-
dianjst jrts out on a hunt attended
by hjt* squaw. He takes her along
not * hare and enjoy the sport, but
that(s id may carry in the game
whit# e may kill. Her work but
begin with this, for it is her duty
uoti. v -o smoke and prepare the
meat, M to clean and prepare the
skii):^ I' they do bv soaking
them thoroughly, and then rubbing
the brains of the deer on it until the
skin is thoroughly softened. It is
then carefully smoked until thor
oughly dried, when it is ready to be
made into hunting shirts, leggings
and other articles of wearing ap
parel.
The Indians on this Reservation
are the Colvillcs, Kootenais, Umatil-
las, and Flatheads, the latter of
whom boast that none of their tribe
ever killed a white man, but not so
the others for with this one excep
tion, they are bloodthirsty and ready
to take the war-path at the slightest
provocation, which we were very
careful not to give. But enough of
this. We took wagons and pack
horses and began our journey into
the wilderness. We soon left the
praries and took to the rugged
mountains following a narrow trail
that threatened us with instant
death, the penalty for a false step.
The little ponies, or cayuses as the
Indians call them, seemed to realize
this and picked their way along the
edge of the cliffs most carefully.
The views we obtained along here
were grand and magnificent, remind-
inti me of the Scotch Highlands
though I doubt if the Highlands
could present sceues of equal gran
dour and sublimity. At times we
would be in a narrow defile, seem
ingly surrounded by and hemmed in
by the granite peaks that seemed to
tower above us to the skies; again,
we would be traversing the side ; of
some high mountain, through f r
ests of fir, tamarae, spruce pine a-.d
other evergreens, for in this ar
northern country all the decidu' us
trees have disappeared, and in their
place are the hardy pines and ce
dars that can stand unharmed the
severe winters. In passing through
the forests we saw many signs of
deer and other game, and occasion
ally we would see the flash o' a
white tail, as a deer would spring
past us, alarmed by a white' toe
probably for the first time. Here
also was the home of the cougar and
the dreaded grizzly bear. We remem
bered this, and when we left the
beaten trail, we were careful to (.firry
our loaded Winchesters with ip.—
When first I entered the timber and
jd a
est-
*ed,
vious, I bolted down the hill at a
speed that, considering the obstruc
tions, in the way of fallen trees,
rocks, etc., was marvellous. I soon
struck the trail, and never stopped
once until, breathless and completely
exhausted, I reached the camp
pitched for that evening. That was
my first bear, and I prayed that it
would be my last—but not so. On
the evening of the fourth day, after
leaving the railroad, we reached the
shore of Flathead Lake, where we
were to take a boat for the head of
the Lake, where our work began.—
This Lake is forty miles long and
thirty wide, and its waters are clear
as the clearest spring water, and you
can apparently see the bottom of the
Lake at a depth of fifty or seventy
five feet. It was sounded with a line
500 feet long, but bottom was not
reached; a line of 1,000 feet was
then procured, but with like result.
Far as the eye could reach, stretched
the seemingly boundless waters—the
in and breaking on
’ >fl waves coming
brush, it was with tiepidation a i<
beating heart; but, being unmc t
ed, my confidence soon retui
and I gave myself up to the un;
rupted enjoyment of the beauties
nature that were so lavishly antjj the beach like an open northern sea.
temptingly spread out before me, j A flock of gulls hovered over the
I could but think how small and I water, and in a sheltered bay some
weak we were, compared to the j swans were feeding. I his was my
Creator of the mighty giants around i first sight of these beautiful birds,
and this alone wa3 a sufficient re
compense for the trouble of my trip.
me that towered heavenward to the
regions of perpetual snow. The
mountain side was covered with the
most beautiful wild flowers and
ferns; and these, taken with the
cedars and other evergreens above
them, made a picture the like of
which could not be surpassed. Be
low me roared and foamed the Pend.
O. Reille river, (a tributary to the
Columbia,) dashing and beating it
self in impotent fury against the
rocks and cliffs that confined its
waters, making a noise that could
be heard for miles. But I was roused
from, my reverie by a heavy crashing
in the underbrush, aud a stone rolled i
down into the torrent below. I j
wheeled quickly, and to my horror i
and dismay, there, not over fifty feet
from me, sat a huge blade hear,
looking placidly at me, as though we
were old friends. My hair rose
slowly on end, and my limbs seemed
suddenly to have lost the power of
motion. I tried to yell, but could j
make only a faint gurgle, like a per-
In the morning, we loaded our bag
gage apparatus on the steamboat,
and started on our voyage, which I
will describe in my next.
“Tinch.”
Selish, Mont.
ALUMNI PERSONALS.
’87—J. E. Pottle and J. D. How
ard, of the Law Class of ’87, are
practicing law at Milledgcville, Ga.
’86—A. W. Jones, of the class of
’S6, has a good situation on the
Georgia, Carolina & Northern Rail
road.
’86—N. H. Ballard, of the class
of ’86, has a lucrative position on
the East Alabama Railroad.
’87—C. M. Walker class of ’87, is
teaching school at Harrison, Ga.
’86—Sanders McDaniel, class of
’86, is practicing law in Monroe, Ga.
’86—Several alumni of this class
, . , , , | are taking prominent parts in the
son having a horrid dream. lo my ° ..
, , , , , , 'prohibition campaign in Fulton
infinite dismay, he started towards 1
me. I now realized that I must act,
and that quickly. With a yell that
would have made a Comanche en-
county.
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