Random Notes

It occurs to me that in this my last report to the London Times, there are many incidents which I have omitted, things seen and heard during these several months of my journeys through the American West.

Here then, some random notes. Frontier, gentlemen! Herewith an Englishman's account of life and death in the West, as a reporter for the London Times, he writes his colorful and unusual stories.

But as a man with a gun, he lives and becomes a part of the violent years in the new territories. Now starring John Dana, this is the story of J.B. Kendall, frontier gentleman. These notes are being written as I journey by train to New York.

From there I shall board a ship for England and home. I recall in the Montana Territory town of Helena, the tall gentleman in high hat, black, broadcloth, frock coat, a dirty shirt with a torn paper color, and a mus singularly unpressed pair of nenkeen trousers. He stood outside a saloon with a small case of bottles

set before him. About a dozen men and women were crowded around in a small yellow dog slumbered at his feet. Yes, sir, yes, lady, it's here! Here in the spiritual bottle, magic you ask, no say I, not magic. Pollock's original mama-look-liniment, a sovereign remedy for man and beast. It is confidently recommended to the afflicted as an infallible remedy for the following diseases.

Two hit, burns, cramps, pains in the joints, sore throat, frosted feet, rheumatism's final complaints, rumbago old swords, cuts, bruises, swelling, sprains, pains in the back or sides, headache, cutaneous affections, eight-you-cake, bites of insects or reptiles, sore room, mange, crack hands, cheddar, dysentery, coloremobusand cholera.