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C & myself stroled out to the top of the hights in the fork of these rivers from whence we had an extensive and most inchanting view; the country in every derection around us was one vast plain in which innumerable herds of Buffalow were seen attended by their shepperds the wolves; the solatary antelope which now had their young were distributed over it's face; some herds of Elk were also seen; the verdure perfectly cloathed the ground, the weather was pleasent and fair; to the South we saw a range of lofty mountains which we supposed to be a continuation of the S. Mountains, streching themselves from S. E. to N. W. terminating abbrubtly about S. West from us; these were partially covered with snow; behind these Mountains and at a great distance, a second and more lofty range of mountains appeared to strech across the country in the same direction with the others, reaching from West, to the N of N. W., where their snowey tops lost themselves beneath the horizon. this last range was perfectly covered with snow. the direction of the rivers could be seen but little way, soon loosing the break of their channels, to our view, in the common plain. on our return to camp we boar a little to the left and discovered a handsome little river falling into the N. fork on Lard. side about 11/2 ms. above our camp. this little river has as much timber in it's bottoms as either of the larger streams. there are a great number of prickley pears in these plains; the Choke cherry grows here in abundance both in the river bottoms and in the steep ravenes along the river bluffs. saw the yellow and red courants, not yet ripe; also the goosberry which begins to ripen; the wild rose which grows here in great abundance in the bottoms of all these rivers is now in full bloom, and adds not a little to the beaty of the cenery. we took the width of the two rivers, found the left hand or S. fork 372 yards and the N. fork 200.
James Beaty the old Patriot becoming its weekly issue and during the years it remained under the editorial management of Mr.
"'Don't you know, said Mick, 'that priest Dannelly cured Bob Beaty of the falling sickness until he broke the vow that was laid upon him, of not going into a church, and the minute he crossed the church-door, didn't he dhrop down as bad as ever and what could the minister do for him?
A tear rolled down the smooth cheek turned toward her a single tear, which splashed on the white hand resting on the keys. That was all, but it was enough. With a jingle of gold bracelets and a rustle of silk, Mrs. Cary struggled to her feet and came and stood by her daughter, her heavy hand clasping her by the shoulder. "Beaty!" she said stupidly. "Are you crying?"
I'd rather she should fling the dish at my head than sneer at me as she does. She puts me to shame before the children with her d d airs; and, I'll swear, tells Frank and Beaty that papa's a reprobate, and that they ought to despise me." "Indeed and indeed, sir, I never heard her say a word but of respect regarding you," Harry Esmond interposed. "No, curse it! I wish she would speak.
Beatrice pushed past her mother and, going to the table, flung herself down as though exhausted. "It's nothing," she muttered. "Tell John I can't see him. I'm tired ill anything you like." "Beaty, I won't do anything of the sort. What has happened? Is it that horrid Rajah? Did you tell him?" "Yes." "And he made a scene, my poor Beaty?" "No." "Can't you answer me properly? Tell me what happened."
She laid a fat, trembling hand on her daughter's shoulder. "Beaty, what's the matter?" she asked uneasily. "What is it? Are you ill? or or Beaty!" a light dawning across her dull face "good heavens! you don't love that man?" There was no answer. After a long moment, Mrs. Cary's hand fell to her side. "You couldn't!" she muttered. "It wouldn't do. Think of what people would say! Our position!"
The raids of passing soldiers was the excuse for the organization, by both sides, of bands who claimed they were "Home Guards" the Federals under "Tinker" Beaty, and the Confederates under Champ Ferguson. These bands, each striving for the mastery, soon developed into guerrillas of the worst type the war produced, and anarchy prevailed.
Champ Ferguson, sought by the Federal authorities, appeared suddenly upon the streets of Jamestown. That day his old rival, "Tinker," was there. It was a personal battle the two leaders fought, while Jamestown looked on silently, fearful of the outcome. Beaty received three wounds, but escaped on horseback. A short time afterward Ferguson was hanged at Nashville by order of court martial.
"You think so, not because he is a man, but because he has a position in which it would suit you excellently to have a son-in-law. Well, I have promised to do my best, though I am convinced it is too late." "There is no official engagement between them," Mrs. Cary said hopefully, "and you know your power, Beaty. He already likes you more than enough, and what with Mr.
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