A RANCHMAN'S RECOLLECTIONS 



duced it, because it was by all odds the best story of 

 that period that I have ever heard. My life has 

 thrown me much with old-timers who followed the 

 trail to the goldfields. 



I have always classed Mr. Daly among that won- 

 derful galaxy of men who conquered the frontier, 

 and were able to build character and education with 

 world polish as they came along. His was indeed a 

 charming personality; he was full of human kind- 

 ness, a good friend, a good enemy, a builder, a 

 benefactor of mankind. My most direct contact 

 with him came in connection with one of his de- 

 veloping plans. He resolved to build an abattoir 

 at Anaconda, wishing chiefly to protect the hog- 

 raising industry, and obtain a local beef and mutton 

 supply. On one of my western trips he sent for me 

 and said, "I have got a packinghouse which has lost 

 $18,000 in twelve months. I want a man to run 

 it who can make $18,000 in twelve months. Do 

 you know where to find him ?" I replied that busi- 

 nessmen were shaking the bushes for that sort of 

 fellow everywhere, but there might be one left. I 

 put him in touch with W. N. Montgomery of St. 

 Paul, Minn., who did the trick in eight months, and, 

 upon Mr. Daly's death, took the plant over. 



Few know of Marcus Daly the cattleman. A 

 brief reference to his limited operations appears in 

 Alvin H. Sanders' book The Story of the Herefords, 

 but even as well as I knew of his interests I was 



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