False Information which Nearly Proves Fatal--A Night Ride to
Helena--Dangers by the Wayside.
Traveling by coach is far from being as comfortable and pleasant as a
journey by rail. The time occupied in going comparatively short
distances is very great, besides the rough jolting over uneven roads
which is a natural concomitant of stage coach travel. It is true that by
the easy locomotion of a journey of this kind, a much better view of the
surrounding country is afforded, and the traveler finds ample
opportunities to admire the beauty of nature everywhere spread before
him; but even that palls upon the eye when the journey is protracted
from early morn until midnight, and the traveler is cramped up in an
uncomfortable position upon the driver's box. Under such circumstances,
after a time, there is but little compensation for the trials and
fatigues of a journey such as Manning had just completed when he arrived
at Bozeman on the night before. The road through which they had come led
them through a country so varied in its grand and imposing beauty,
towering rocks and fertile valleys, winding streams and gentle
elevations, that for a time fatigue was forgotten in the enjoyment of
the scenes about him, and it was not until the journey had been
completed that he realized how utterly wearied and tired out he was. His
limbs were sore and stiffened from his cramped position, and being
unable to sleep at all on the journey, he was completely exhausted when
he sought his couch at the hotel at Bozeman. Being of a strong and
healthy physique, however, and upheld by an ambition to succeed in the
mission he had undertaken, Manning arose in the morning, and after a
refreshing bath and an excellent breakfast, was quite rested and fully
prepared to continue his efforts.
Bozeman, unlike the other towns which he had passed through upon his
journey, was remotely situated as yet from railroad communication, and
yet in spite of that fact was a busy and well-populated little town. It
is the county seat of Gallatin county, and contained at this time
several pretentious stores, a hotel, a national bank, and a goodly
number of substantial dwellings. As may naturally be inferred, there was
the usual complement of saloons, in which drinking and gambling were
indulged in without license, and with no fear of restraint from the
prohibitory influences of the law.
Failing to find any trace of Thomas Duncan, or "Tom Moore," at the
hotel, Manning began his usual systematic tour of these houses of public
entertainment. House after house was visited, and the day waned without
his making the slightest discovery that would avail him at all in his
pursuit. At length, however, as night was falling, he encountered a
saloon-keeper, who in answer to his inquiries gruffly informed him, that
a person answering Duncan's description and mounted upon a pony
resembling his, had stopped in his saloon a few days before, and had
gone away in the direction of the Yellowstone Park.
This was rather disappointing intelligence, for it required him to
retrace his steps, and go back over ground which he had already
traveled. However, if the information was reliable, no time was to be
lost, and he started from the saloon to commence his preparations at
once.
While at the bar, he had noticed a sturdy, honest-looking miner, who was
taking a drink, and who had stopped and looked intently at him while the
proprietor had given him the information above mentioned. As Manning
left the saloon, the man followed him a short distance, and when out of
sight of the saloon called after him; Manning stopped and the man came
toward him.
"Mister," said he, as he approached the detective, "ef ye go to the
park, you won't find the man yer arter, that's a dead sure thing."
"What do you mean?" asked Manning with some surprise.
"I means as how the boss of the saloon yonder has lied to ye, that's
all."
"What makes you think so?"
"Bekase I passed the man ye wor askin' about three days ago, on the road
to Helena."
"Are you sure about this?"
"Well, I reckon I am. I couldn't make much of a mistake about that
white-faced pony he wor a-ridin'."
Requesting the miner to accompany him to the hotel, Manning interrogated
him closely about the appearance of the man, and found that he was
giving him the correct information, as his description of Duncan tallied
precisely with what he himself had already learned. After carefully
weighing the matter, Manning decided to act upon this latter
information, and to start for Helena that evening. The saloon-keeper
evidently mistrusted some danger to Duncan, from the detective's
inquiries, and Manning was inclined to believe that the fugitive had
stopped there during his stay in Bozeman, and that the proprietor of the
saloon had attempted to deceive him and turn him off from the tracks of
the unfortunate burglar.
Thus far, from all that could be learned of Duncan's movements, the
young man was traveling entirely alone. From point to point across the
western continent Manning had traced him, and no tidings of a companion
had been as yet received. Alone and friendless, cut off from all the old
associations of his past life, this unfortunate man was flying from a
fate which he felt must be impending. Through the long summer days and
under the starry skies during the weary nights, this fleeing outcast was
working his way to fancied freedom and security. I wonder if, during the
long watches of the night, when he sought the needed slumber which his
weary brain and body demanded, whether the accuser's voice was not
sounding in his ears, whether he did not start with affright at fancied
dangers, and find his lonely life a burden, heavy and sorrowful!
It was now nearly eight o'clock, and the stage would not leave for
Helena until midnight, and Manning, having nothing else to do, sought a
few hours' sleep in order to be better prepared for the long journey
before him. The distance from Bozeman to Helena was about ninety-five
miles, and from what he had heard the roads were in a terrible
condition. Heavy rains had fallen recently, and the mud in some places
along his journey was said to be nearly axle deep. Undaunted by the
gloomy prospect before him, however, Manning rested quietly, and, when
the time for starting arrived, he was fully refreshed and eager for the
long ride before him.
Profiting by his past experience, he now secured an inside seat, as he
would be better protected from the chilling night winds so prevalent in
this mountainous country, and would perhaps, be able to sleep at
intervals during the hours which would ensue before daylight.
The other passengers in the coach were three men who were interested in
mining in the neighborhood of Helena, and who, like himself, were bound
for that place. They were all, however, rather wearied with their
journey from Billings, and very much disposed to sleep. Manning,
therefore, stowed himself away in one corner of the coach, as
comfortably as he was able to do, and nodded and dozed fitfully until
they arrived at the breakfast station at Gallatin, a little town on the
river.
After an hour's rest and a change of horses, they pushed on again. From
this point onward they found the reports about the condition of the
roads fully verified. The stage lumbered along through the deep, muddy
roads, and ever and anon the passengers would be required to alight, and
assist in lifting the wheels from a particularly soft spot, where they
were threatened with being inextricably mired. As may be imagined, a
journey under such circumstances was far from being a pleasant one, but
they all submitted with good nature to a state of affairs which was
beyond their power to remedy. As it was, they fared much better than a
party of travelers whom they met upon the road. They were returning from
Helena, and when crossing a narrow bridge over one of the mountain
streams, had the misfortune to have their coach overturned, and
themselves precipitated violently to the ground, thereby sustaining
serious injury. Upon meeting this forlorn party of travelers, Manning
and his companions all turned out again, and by herculean efforts
succeeded in righting the overturned coach, and in repairing, as far as
in their power, the damage that had been done. With such laborious
experiences as these, the party traveled on, and by the time they had
arrived at the supper station they were almost exhausted.
After this, however, the roads gradually improved, and as darkness came
on, they again essayed to sleep. On they went, and the night was passed
in uncomfortable slumber, broken and disturbed by the lurching and
uneasy jolting of the coach over the rough mountain roads, and the
curses of the driver, administered without stint to the struggling and
jaded horses. The night, however, brought neither danger nor mishap, and
at four o'clock in the morning they arrived at Helena, very much
demoralized and worn out, but with whole bodies and ravenous appetites.
Manning went to bed immediately on his arrival, and did not awake until
the sun was high in the heavens, when he arose, feeling considerably
refreshed and strengthened by his repose.
Helena, the capital of Montana, he found to be a pushing and energetic
city of about ten thousand inhabitants. Here were mills and factories, a
handsome court-house, graded schools, several newspapers, charitable
institutions and public hospitals, in fact, all the progressive elements
of a thriving and well-settled city of modern times. All this had been
accomplished in less than twenty years, and without the assistance of
the railroad or the energizing influence of river navigation. The
railroad had not yet penetrated into this mountainous region, and the
Missouri river was fourteen miles distant. To the adventurous spirit of
gold-hunting Americans had Helena owed its origin and growth, and its
resources were unknown until 1864, when a party of prospecting miners
discovered unmistakable evidences of rich yielding gold and silver mines
in the immediate vicinity of what is now the thriving city of Helena.
Following this discovery, thousands of gold-hunters sought this new
"Eldorado," and in a few months a populous community had taken
possession of the ground. Within a year after this the territory of
Montana was formed, and from its central location and large population,
Helena was chosen as the capital. From this time the success of the city
was assured, emigration continued, the mines showed no signs of
diminution, and the town soon aspired to the dignity of a city, despite
its remoteness from the river, the railroad and the telegraph. Exceeding
even California in the richness of its gold mines, Montana shows a
wonderful yield of silver, which is obtained with an ease which makes
mining a pleasurable and sure source of incalculable profit. In addition
to the precious metals, copper is also found in abundance, and forms an
important feature of the mineral wealth of this territory.
Montana is easily reached during the season of navigation by steamboats
on the Missouri river from St. Louis, from which point, without
obstruction or transshipment, the river is navigable to Fort Benton,
situated almost in the center of the territory, a distance of more than
twenty-five hundred miles. Here, too, there is a large and constant
supply of water, a matter of great difficulty and scarcity in other
mining districts. As the range of the Rocky Mountains in this vicinity
does not present that broken and rugged character which marks the other
ranges, the land is especially adapted for agricultural purposes, and
timber of all kinds abounds in sufficient quantities for all the
purposes of home consumption. Possessing these manifold and important
advantages, it is not strange that the country is not materially
dependent upon the railroads for its growth and present development.
These facts Manning gleaned in a conversation with the proprietor of the
hotel, while he was making his preparations to commence his search for
the man whose crime had led him such a long chase, and whose detection
now seemed hopefully imminent.