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surprised a year or so later, when he sent for me on 

 one of my trips, and said that he was going to 

 send Mr. Montgomery down to the Armour herd 

 and buy a basis for a registered Hereford herd in 

 the Madison Valley. I told him of a public sale 

 that we were to make that fall. Montgomery was 

 on hand, and bought a number of the best. Mr. 

 Daly had paid his debt. 



I think that Mr. Daly, before his death, gave the 

 herd and ranch to Montgomery. I know that he 

 regarded Montgomery highly, and desired to per- 

 petuate his own work by leaving it in good hands. 

 Some of my Montana friends, and undoubtedly some 

 of Montana's politicians, may differ with me, but 

 according to my own observations of men, who have 

 made a strong impress upon the industries and wel- 

 fare of their state, Marcus Daly is in the top-notch 

 crowd. 



As to his characteristics, a little story — one of 

 many stories which I picked up during my Montana 

 travels — has always appealed to me. Among Mr. 

 Daly's stalwart admirers in the state was one 

 "Jerry" Flannagan. As the name implies, he was 

 a true "raw mouth Irishman." He was a conductor 

 on the Great Northern Railroad between Anaconda 

 and Havre. I think that he was on the first train, 

 and hope that he is still running. It was said of 

 "Jerry" and his opposite train companion, Frank 

 Bingham, that they had never had a serious accident, 



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