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U i>" DEVOTED 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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