Jamestown Weekly Alert, 1887-04-14, p.5

[no running head printed on this scan; the page is the fifth of the Jamestown Weekly Alert of Thursday 14 April 1887, with no masthead, date line or page number in the image] ## Column 1 # BRIGHAM'S GUIDE. ## THE MORMON APOSTLE'S HISTORIC JOURNEY ACROSS THE ROCKIES. ### A Veteran Frontiersman Tells How He Led the Mormon Chief Over the Mountains and Into the Valley of Salt Lake. John Y. Nelson, the guide who in 184[6?] piloted Brigham Young across the plains and over the Rocky mountains to the site of the present capital of Mormondom, is one of the most interesting of the strange band of pioneers and savages now depicting the perils and pleasures of frontier life for the delectation of effete easterners with Buffalo Bill. He was seated on a camp stool in one of the score or so of tents that line the sides of the broad upper corridor at Madison Square garden, his wife, a Sioux squaw, squatted at his feet industriously stitching with shreds of buffalo tendon for thread, a boy of 12 stretched on a couch of deer skins in one corner and a copper colored lassie of 8 sleeping peacefully on a bank of blankets in another corner. Others of their dusky brood romped in the long passage outside with the papooses of the Pawnee or the Sioux and came at their white father's bidding to shake hands with the visitor. Bright eyed, black haired, blithe and quick, the elements of savage and civilized blood seemed strangely blended in their natures. There had been nine children of this marriage, the old trapper said, of whom five were living, the eldest, a girl of 15, pursuing her studies in a Brooklyn boarding school. To earn provision for their support and education he has turned his back on his loved mountains. ### IN THE FALL OF 1846. "It was late in the fall of 1846, I think," Nelson began as he lit his pipe and shoved back his broad sombrero. "I was at Cottonwood Springs, Neb., living with an old Mexican half breed, who knew every inch of the Rockies like a book. We were doing nothing in particular and ready for a job when Brigham Young came along and asked my Mexican friend and myself to be his guides across the Rockies, promising us good pay. He had four companions, Mormon elders, I think, but I cannot remember their names. Seven in all, we started with two emigrant wagons, one of them loaded with flour, bacon, coffee and biscuit, enough for two years' supply. I don't believe Brigham had any idea when he started just where he was going and when he would get back! It was a sort of prospecting trip. He and the elders called each other 'brother,' and the old man was a good natured, jolly sort of fellow. He talked a good deal of religious lingo, but he was not the Sunday school, pious Jonah kind; would say 'damn it' just the same as I would, and played a good hand at euchre. I was quite a young fellow in those days, and as the old Mexican didn't speak much English, Brigham talked a good deal with me and tried to convert me to Mormonism. "He was about 40, well set up and with a big, strong head and neck. I didn't take much stock in his arguments defending polygamy, which Jo Smith had recently introduced as a revelation among the saints. But Brigham gave me the idea of a man who was pretty firm in his opinion and actually believed what he preached. "We didn't hurry ourselves much, making only about twenty miles a day with the wagons, pitching our tents for three or four days at a time when we got into a likely region where game was plenty and exploring the country for miles around. I don't think we met a white man all the way across. There were lots of Indians, but they didn't trouble us, just coming into camp to trade off fresh meat or skins for bacon and coffee. Toward Christmas we struck Ham's fork, in western Nebraska, after making a journey of nearly 1,000 miles. There we were snowed up until the spring. ### SNOW FORTY FEET DEEP. "That was a particularly hard winter, and the snow was forty feet deep in places where it had drifted over the canyon. But we didn't suffer; provisions were plenty, there was lots of game, and when we couldn't get water we got snow and melted it. Our camp at Ham's fork was pitched in a sheltered valley, and we got all the elk, antelope and bear we could shoot. "Late in the spring, when the snow had melted, we struck camp and started straight up the mountain about forty miles. Right up on the top of the mountain we found a large lake fed by a living spring chuck full of trout that beat anything in the world. The smallest of them was about two feet long and weighed five or six pounds, and the flavor"— The trapper smacked his lips as the recollection of the gustatory gratification of forty years before arose in his mind. "Brigham was all the time spying out the lay of the land, and as he looked from the top of the mountain over the level stretch of desert nearly fifty miles away, he said: 'The promised land is in sight.' We made our way down the mountain without any accident worth mentioning and when we struck the water now known as Salt Lake Brigham swallowed a mouthful and named it the Great Salt Lake. Then we struck out about six miles to the northwest and Brigham Young stopped suddenly in the midst of the valley and shouted: 'This is the spot; this is the place revealed to me by the Great Spirit in a dream long ago. Here we will build the New Jerusalem!' "We stayed in the neighborhood [a?]bout six weeks. Brigham staked out the [p?]lace so that we could find it again easily and made a sort of map of it. Then we started back to Cottonwood Springs, which we reached late in the summer. Brigham and his friends went on to Nauvoo, Ills., and I went off on a deer hunt with my Indian friends. Next year Brigham took a large party of Mormons over, and Salt Lake City was built on the very spot to which I guided him."—New York World Interview. ### An Erroneous Assumption. A member of the London Astronomical society has pointed out that the common assumption that a fragment of meteor dust no larger than a mustard seed may give the brilliancy of a first magnitude star is erroneous. To give that brightness at a distance of 100 miles, about that at which meteors are usually seen, would require an electric lamp of 10,000 candle power. It is therefore probable that the smallest visible meteors have a surface equal to the incandescent portion of a 100 candle power electric arc, if not much greater.—Boston Budget. The legislatures of Illinois, Michigan and Minnesota have memorialized congress, asking for national legislation for the suppression of contagious pleuro-pneumonia. ## Column 2 # ENGLISH PENNY-A-LINERS. ### How They Eke Out a Miserable Existence in London. Although this is the best season of the year for the penny-a-liner, I met one of the craft the other day, whom I had known under happier circumstances, on the verge of starvation, and from what he told me of the profession I take it that "penny-a-lining" is not really so profitable a business—in London, anyhow—as poesy. Penny-a-lining is one of those profession, the embarkation upon which does not involve the expenditure of any very large amount of capital—all that is needed for a start being a certain number of "flimsies" and "blacks," with a vulcanite "plate" and an agate "stylo." Armed with these, an ability to write more or less legibly, and a smattering of the queen's English (very little of the latter being required), the embryo liner may set forth in quest of worlds—I had almost said words—to conquer. He must not be disappointed at discovering many in the field before him, nor at his earlier attempts finding their way into the sub-editors' w. p. b., which annually receives so many miles of what the author regarded as most interesting "copy." London is literally overrun with these free lances of the press, who are, to a large extent, responsible for the gray hairs and premature decay of assistant editors. All is fish which comes to the liner's net, and there are few public events which—to vary the metaphor—do not bring grist to his mill. Fatal accidents, sensational suicides, horrible murders, speeches by prominent men, fires, or (as he invariably calls them) conflagrations—all are material for the stylo and the "flim." Great is the liner where inquests are concerned. In most cases he follows one particular coroner and listens to case after case for week after week, in the full and certain conviction that sooner or later he will get the temporary monopoly of something very startling or horrible. London is too big a city for the regular staff of any paper to properly cover, and all the journals of the metropolis are more or less dependent upon the penny-a-liner, who occasionally shamefully imposes upon the sub-editor when news is scarce and money scarcer. Liners may be divided into two classes: First, those who are regularly engaged upon the staff of a small suburban paper, and who eke out the miserable stipends which local London proprietors regard as sufficient by "flimming" anything of sufficient importance for the big dailies which they may happen to come across in their own district. These may be regarded as the more respectable half of the profession. The somewhat shadier portion is composed of out-at-elbows gentlemen, broken down hacks, men dismissed for drunkenness from the higher walks of journalism, etc.; men to whom the non-insertion of a "par." means absolute starvation, and it is small wonder that sub-editors are now and then "had." A party of four or five liners gather together in a bar parlor, and report their own vaporings over their pipes and whisky as "an important political gathering;" and quite recently the dead body of a man was several times found hanging in one of our parks, which corpse was never discovered by the park rangers or police. Sunday papers go in largely for inquests, and it would not do for too close an inquiry to be made into some of the particulars reported as having taken place "yesterday," while the manner in which liners try to "run" one another after something of the kind is not a little diverting. The rule of most papers is, first come, first served; but some subs have their favorites, who are the envy of their less fortunate brethren.—Cor. Philadelphia Telegraph. ### Benefits of Plain Living. A lawyer by profession, but a judge in one of the highest courts in New York for twenty-three years, is noted for methodical habits, legal acumen and perfect integrity. Long past 60, erect and vigorous as a man of 40, he cannot count a day lost by sickness in a quarter of a century. At his post as regularly as the sun rises, after adjournment he writes out the opinions of the court, which already fills several large volumes. No man in the city is more worthy of the universal regard which he long since secured. Having long known Judge Blank, I once asked him the secret of his power. "Plain living," he replied, "has been my salvation. I was a nervous youth, high strung and excitable. I smoked, drank occasionally and was given to rich food. Shortly after being admitted to the bar I found myself the victim of dyspepsia. I began to study my habits and their influence on mind and body. I experimented with food, drinks and exercise. The result was fixing a rule of life which I have since followed inflexibly. After a plain but substantial breakfast, I loiter about for an hour or two and then walk to the court house, or a distance equal to three miles or more. Having previously had the room well ventilated, I stay in the building, occupied, except an hour at noon, with my judicial duties. The other judges take a hearty lunch; I eat nothing. At 5 o'clock I am through for the day, and walk up town again. Rain or shine, cold or hot, finds me swinging my arms and plodding along in the same gait. All legal work is dismissed as utterly from my mind as if I never knew Coke and Blackstone. I eat a hearty dinner; take no made dishes, no Worcestershire sauce or inflaming condiments, no pudding, pie, ice cream or custards, and drink no wine. I have a sense of comfort but not of repletion, feel no desire for intoxicating liquors, and make it a business to thoroughly digest my food, eaten twice a day, no more. I am frequently compelled to attend dinners, banquets and festivals of every kind. But neither entreaty nor ridicule can induce me to change my habits. Even a dish of ice cream cannot tempt me."—Good Housekeeping. ### A New Use for Flint. An eastern man has discovered a process by the addition of other cheap ingredients of melting ordinary flint stone at a low temperature. This discovery has been covered by patents and is in the hands of an eastern syndicate. The process produces a beautiful marble like composition, and will be used for making encoustic tiling, laundry and bath tubs and in the production of works of art. Its wonderful cheapness will enable its introduction below the cost of anything of the kind in the market. It has been found to be superior to either glass or rubber as an electrical non-conductor, and its use in this direction bids fair to be large.—Detroit Free Press. ### Emotion Made to Order. In all scenes requiring a blush, modern actresses put the emotion on with a brush before the curtain rises, and produce it at the proper moment by rubbing off the complexion powder.—Burlington Free Press. ## Column 3 # STRIVING. I started on a lonely road; A few companions with me went; Some fell behind, some forward strode, But all on one high purpose bent; To live for nature, finding truth In beauty and the shrine of art; To consecrate our joyous youth To aims outside the common mart. I turned aside and lingered long To pluck a rose, to hear a bird; To muse, while listening to the song Of brooks through leafy covers heard; To live in thoughts that brought no fame Or guerdon from the thoughtless crowd; To toil for ends that could not claim The world's applause, coarse and loud. But still, though oft I bind my sheaf In fields my comrades hav[e?] not known, Though art is long and life is brief, And youth has now forever flown, I would not lose the rapture sweet, Nor scorn the toil of earlier years; Still would I climb with eager feet, Though towering height on height appears. —Cranch's "Ariel and Caliban." ### How He Lost His Voice. A pale faced man with long, red hair and blue eyes set far back in a freckled face stood on the corner of Dearborn and Lake streets. "Sick?" asked a man who stopped to look into the pale face of the red headed man. "Not exactly," was the hoarse, drawling reply. "Caught cold, I suppose?" "No; never had a cold." "What is the matter, then?" "Oh, I want to jump into the lake and die. I am the most miserable creature out of the hospital. Money, clothes, shoes, voice—everything gone. There is nothing in life for me. I am the ragged end of humanity—the discard of all creation." "Been 'bucking the tiger'?" "Far worse, my friend. There was a time when I could seize the locks of the beast and pull out as many hairs as the best of them. But that day is gone. I am the ape of the grand old striped, side whiskered animal of the third flat front." "Pray, what do you mean?" "Ah, sir, I am playing tiger in 'Theodora' at the Grand opera house. Haven't you heard me growl in the second scene of the first act when Lilian Olcott, as the circus girl, came to my den in the vaults of the amphitheatre? Those growls of mine are as true to nature as anything can be; but I get no credit for them. The newspaper critics say the stage carpenter plays the tiger. I have lost my voice in the temple of the muses—sacrificed growl after growl for 'Theodora's' fame—and now I am hunting for some moist hole into which I may fling my bemottled carcass."—Chicago Herald. ### What Makes a Cad? I hate a cad. Give me a villain and he is like a big horned June bug in the moral atmosphere. We can evade him. His own wicket trumpet announces him, but who can elude the sting of the little, contemptible, noiseless gad flies that sometimes make life miserable. I could (perhaps!) climb a tree to get out of the way of a great roaring bull, but what tree ca[n?] shelter one from mosquitoes? So, I repeat it, I hate a cad. And what makes a cad? Laziness, insolence, soiled speech, a way of holding a cigar in one corner of the mouth, a style of tipping the hat over the ear, disrespectful mention of women, lack of respect for things the noblest venerate—all these characteristics enter largely into the makeup of a cad; but like bread, which is composed of flour, salt and water yet lacks yeast, so the cad's true character never attains perfection without the ingredient of ingratitude. That vice is the strong point in a cad's personality.—Amber in Chicago Journal. ### Short Furrows a Waste. Many calculations have been made to prove the waste of time consequent upon short furrows. Under average circumstances a pair of horses will plow an acre of grass land in a day of nine hours. On turnip land of the same quality, rather more than one acre will be plowed in a day, and on stubble land one and one quarter acres. A considerable difference will, of course, be found in the work accomplished by different horses and men, even on the same land. With a furrow nine inches wide, exactly eleven miles are traveled in plowing an acre. A quarter of a day or more is generally used in turning at the headland. Time and labor are saved by running the furrows the longest way of the field, as the number of turns is thereby diminished. ### A Washington Audience. As to that intelligent comprehension and following of an artiste's efforts, that is stimulus and inspiration and the life of art, it is not manifested by the Washington audience. It applauds mechanically when the curtain falls, but never interrupts or follows the last note of an aria with a wild and irrepressible burst of applause. Even the young dancers in the [k?]irmess complained that the audiences were cold, and that they feared that something was going wrong, from the awful silence of the house.—Washington Letter. ### In the English Salt District. A great many subsidences of land have taken place in the salt district near Northwich, England. The owners of the sinking land want the pumpers of brine to pay for the damages. The brine men reply that they pump brine on their own land, and they are not responsible for the fact that it causes other people's land to cave in. People shouldn't buy land with such a thin crust.—New York Tribune. ### Children Out at Night. There is another application which, although partial, is of great range and of supreme importance, addressing itself to doctors, to guardians and to parents chiefly. I refer to the practice of allowing children to go out at nights into the streets, if in cities; or, if in the country, allowing children to find their companions at night, and their pleasures at night, away from parental inspection. If I wanted to make the destruction of a child sure I would give him unwatched liberty after dark. You cannot do a thing that will be so nearly the guarantee of a child's damnation as to let him have the liberty of the streets at night.—Henry Ward Beecher. ### Copperas on the Farm. In British experiments last year, copperas proved a valuable fertilizer for many crops. An increase of 400 pounds in the potato yield of an eighth of an acre resulted from treatment with fourteen pounds of copperas. It gave as good a crop of turnips as did guano and dissolved bones, and nearly doubled the yield of a field of hay. Good results were also obtained with onions, beans and mangel wurzel.—Arkansaw Traveler. ## Column 4 # THE BOOM APPROACHETH!!! [spans columns 4-6; display advertisement of A. A. Allen set above the three bottom columns] It is only a boomlet now, but in consequence thereof now is the time to secure bargains and place yourself in position to take advantage of the incoming tide, North Dakota has passed through what has been known as the "excessive boom" period, and excessive boom prices are only skeletons of the past, and now is the time to purchase property in order to realize the permanent advance of the substantial and solid growth we are beginning to experience. We still have room for bona fide settlers—the strikers and the struck—and Stutsman county can offer inducements to them equalled by no other county in the world—a most heathful [sic] climate and superior social advantages in the shape of flourishing Churches and Educational Institutions. By inspection of the real estate records, it will be found that a few changes have been quietly taking place, and by general inquiry it will be found that others are on the way. Keep an eye out, and should you want a bargain the same can always be found with the undersigned. Look over the following half dozen samples and satisfy yourselves that not only has spring-time arrived but also the proper time for investment. No. 1. A 100-acre farm, all under cultivation. Joins the city limits of Jamestown, and is a very choice piece. Will sell for $3,000. No. 2. One hundred and sixty acres without any improvements. Joins the village of Eldridge, on the Northern Pacific railroad, five miles west of Jamestown, and is within ten [r?]ods of depot. Will sell for $2,000. No. 3. An 80-acre farm, with 50 acres improved—15 acres of meadow; house, stable, granary and well. Lies on a main road, and within 2¼ miles of the city limits of Jamestown. Will sell for $1,200. No. 4. A 160-acre farm, well under cultivation, with good meadow—ample timber for family use—running water the year round supplied by the James river; good house and stable and abundance of small fruit. This valuable property lies within one mile of a good market and railroad depot. Will sell for $3,000 No. 5. A 240-acre improved farm, within one mile of a county seat. Excellent market and railroad facilities, and not over 50 miles from Jamestown. Will sell for $2,500. No. 6. A store and $2,000 stock of general merchandise, within 15 miles of Jamestown, on the N. P. R. R. The owner of this property did a business of about $600 in January last—mostly cash. This is an excellent opportunity for some enterprising young man, and Jamestown vacant lots will be taken in part payment. 5,000 acres of good wild lands are ready to be sacrificed at from $3.50 to $10 per acre, according to location, and on terms to suit purchasers. Also, several desirable dwelling houses and business lots in Jamestown, as well as several houses and lots ready for occupancy by either purchaser or tenant. All sales will be made on very reasonable terms and payments made easy for reliable persons to meet. Houses and Farms to rent at all prices and on all kinds of terms. Money loaned at best obtainable rates on real estate security, on time to suit borrower. Final Proofs, Contests and Land Filings promptly and carefully attended to before the U. S. Land Offices. Indemnity furnished against loss and damage to property against Fire, Lightning and Wind Storms. Families protected with Life Insurance Policies. Your Time made good with Accident Insurance Policies. Both your Time and Crops made good with Hail Insurance Policies. All accomplished by use of first class and reliable companies. No mutual concerns to take death with chattel mortgage. Foreign Money purchased and Foreign Exchange sold. A. A. ALLEN, Jamestown, Dakota. ### Pretty Well Done. A friend who was living in Dresden a few years ago tells me this anecdote. She was sitting alone in the gallery one day, gazing at the Sistine Madonna, when two or three American women entered the room. "Well," exclaimed one of them, who had never seen the famous painting before, "I must say I'm disappointed. After all I've heard about it, I expected to see something a good deal showier than that." Her friend was cast down for a moment, but presently plucked up heart enough to say apologetically: "But you forget how old it is. Considering how long ago it was painted, I think it's pretty well done!"—The Critic. ### Slang in the Restaurant. Men who write books about slang might find material in some restaurants. In Kansas City there is an abundance of it. Only in one place in St. Louis—on Morgan street—can you hear downright slang in the giving of the orders, and curious it is. If you tell the waiter you want an oyster stew, he shouts out to the kitchen: "Jesse James!" A beefsteak becomes "slaughter in a pan;" plain, black coffee is "coffee in the dark;" potatoes unpeeled are "Murphy with his coat on;" two eggs fried on one side are transformed into "sunny side up;" buckwheat cakes are spoken of in gambler fashion as "stack of reds with copper on top," and batter cakes as "stack of whites."—Waiter in Globe-Democrat. ### A Single Track Railroad. A man with "an idea," who is going up and down New York trying to put it into permanent execution, is ex-Congressman E. Moody Boynton, of Newburyport, Mass. His project is a single track railroad to be run by an engine built on the principle of a bicycle. He has worked the plan out in minute details and claims to be able to demonstrate its practicability to the last degree.—New York Tribune. ## Column 5 ### NOTICE OF FINAL PROOF. Land Office at Fargo, D. T., March 22, 1887 NOTICE is hereby given that the following named settler has filed notice of his intention to make final proof in support of his claim, and secure final entry thereof, viz: LOUIS KURTZ, Pingree, D. T. H. E. No. 10,264 for the se ¼ section 4, tp. 14 n. range 6[4?] w. and names the following as his witnesses, viz: Prosporo Schiaffino, Fred J. Jansen, Albert W. Latta, John J. Trub[s?]haw, all of Pingree, Stutsman county, D. T. The testimony of claimant and his witnesses to be taken before Hon. Wm. H. Francis, Judge of the District Court, or in case of his absence, before Charles T. Hills, Clerk of said court, at Jamestown, Stutsman county, D. T., on Tuesday, May 10th, 1887, at this office. MICHAEL F. BATTELLE, Regist[e?]r. Nickens & Baldwin, his Attorneys. First publication March 31, 1887. ### JAMESTOWN # Circulating Library AND # Free Reading Room Building West of Railroad Superintendent's Headquarters. Reading Room open from 10 a. m. to 1 p. m. Membership Cards can be purchased at the Rooms. SUBSCRIBE FOR THE # DAILY ALERT [column ends; the advertisement is cut off by the lower edge of the type area] ## Column 6 ### NOTICE—TIMBER CULTURE. U. S. Land Office, Fargo, Dak., April 6, 1887. COMPLAINT having been entered at this office by Oliver H. Bennett against L. Martin Duffy for failure to comply with law as to timber culture entry No. 6,382, dated January 3, 1882, upon the southwest ¼ sec. 2, township 140, range 65, in Stutsman county, Dakota, with a view to the cancellation of said entry; contestant alleging that said J. Martin Duffy has failed within two years from date of said entry, and up to the present time, to break or cause to be broken ten acres of said tract; that she failed to cultivate, to crop, or otherwise, any portion of said tract, during the years ending respectively Janu[a]ry 3, 1884, and January [3?], 188[5?]; that she failed during the years ending respectively January 3, 1885, and January 3, 188[6?], and up to the present time, to plant any portion of said tract with trees, tree seeds, or cuttings; that if any portion of said tract was ever planted to trees, tree seeds, or cuttings, defendant failed to in any manner cultivate or protect the trees so planted, during the years ending respectively January 3, 1886, and January 3, 1887; that she has performed no work of any kind upon said tract since the month of June, 1885; that only 9[½?] acres in all have been broken upon said tract, and the land thus broken is without trees, and is all grown up with weeds and grass. The said parties are hereby summoned to appear at this office on the 26th day of May, 1887, at 10 o'clock a. m., to respond and furnish testimony concerning said alleged failure. MICHAEL F. BATTELLE, Register. Jno S. Watson, Attorney. First publication April 14, 188[7?]. ### NOTICE OF FINAL PROOF. Land Office at Fargo, D. T., April 9, 1887. NOTICE is hereby given that the following named settler has filed notice of his intention to make final proof in support of his claim and secure final entry thereof, viz: HENRY WESTON, H. E. No. 5922 for the se [¼?] of sec. 14, tp. 140 n. r. 65 w. and names the following as his witnesses, viz: Harry Cornwall, Christian Jerguson, and Andrew Swe[e?]t, all of Eldridge P. O., and Martin Vanderhe[a?]val, of Jamestown P. O., all of Stutsman county, D. T. The testimony to be taken before the Judge, or in his absence, before the Clerk of the District Court, at Jamestown, Stutsman county, D. T., on Sa[t]urday, the 2[8?]th day of May, 1887, at his office. MICHAEL F. BATTELLE, Regist[e?]r. Lewis T. Hamilton, Attorney. First publication April 14, 1887.