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didn't understand the pantomime and proceeded to 

 take the picture. The squaw very angrily pulled a big 

 stone out from under her blanket and threw it with 

 all her force, hitting her on the wrist and inflicting a 

 painful wound. There was no further use for the ko- 

 dak on that car for awhile. The telegraph operator 

 told me that the Indians are equally afraid of the 

 " ticker," and it is hard work to get them near it. 



On the night of the great prize-fight between Sulli- 

 van and Corbett the cowboys, ranchers, railway men, 

 and in fact all the inhabitants of this frontier settle- 

 ment, were in and around the station. The news- 

 papers of Montana, the Dakotas and Nebraska having 

 formed a syndicate to have the news wired to them in 

 detail, it was sent over the Canadian Pacific wires. 

 The operator sat in his office and in a conversational 

 tone read the account of the fight as it passed over the 

 wires, when it would be communicated to the outside 

 crowd. Towards the last, when the " big fellow " was 

 getting the worst of it, the excitement of the listeners 

 was so great that they couldn't keep still. Even the 

 stolid Indian got enthused and grunted his satisfac- 

 tion, and when the last sentence was ticked out then 

 pandemonium was let loose. The only hotel in the 

 town was besieged with thirsty customers, and all 

 night long the yelpings of the coyote were blended 

 with the yells of excited humanity. 



The Bishop of Q'Appell, who is a baronet of Eng- 



