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haps in any State or Territory. There were twenty 

 saloons in the place, yet I never knew a town more 

 free from disorders of any kind. In past years, 

 when two or three "bull outfits" happened to meet 

 there, the men connected with them, having been 

 out on the plains for several months, would often 

 set out to have a good time, and would be very 

 boisterous in the work of "painting the town red." 

 This had been carried to a point where it became 

 an unbearable nuisance, and at a recent election the 

 best people, saloon-keepers and all, had wished to 

 elect a set of county officers who should reform 

 things. They had chosen a sheriff, 20 John J. 

 Healy, a man noted for high character and fear- 

 lessness, a county police judge, who was a dis- 

 charged U. S. soldier of proper characteristics, and 

 other officers of like stamp, and a strong public 

 sentiment sustained all these. At the least dis- 

 order the offender was brought before the police 

 judge, who promptly fined him fifty dollars or 

 imposed a jail sentence, or both. This course was 

 firmly carried out until the little jail was full to 

 overflowing, and by that time the disorderly class 

 recognized that the public were determined to have 

 good order, and accepted the situation. 



After two weeks pleasantly spent at Fort Ben- 

 ton, I started on December 3 by wagon for the 



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