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Show THE U'J E BUSINESS. We knew Indian Agent David Day in the days when lis so ably edited the Ouray Solid Muldoon, one of the sprightliest papers of any claea in Colo- . rado. The Muldoon was indeed solid with the men who loved a good langb. Indeed, while its wit was not always pare and chaste, it was always bright and sparkling. Some of it will live in the literary his story of the west longer than the doughty Dave is likely to live in the flesh, unless he speedily recalls his ugly UteB from their jaunt to the San Juan. It may be that this same Is only one of Dave's unwritten jokes. Some of his written humor of the days of hie affluence were so deftly concealed that there are men yet digging in the dirt for the point. We, however, warn him that the denizens of San Juan county have but scant relish for the wit that sends a horde of wild unkempt un-kempt Indians boomiDg over the line to.harasa and annoy the settlers and to kill their stock and destroy their cattle and sheep ranges- These Utah . stockmen and borderers are a rough and uncouth set of fellows with a rather exalted idea of the sacrednees of their own rights, and an undersized opinion . of the rights of the aborigines, especially especi-ally of thoee from the eaet side of the Colorado line. It will take our terri-torial terri-torial government some little time to get mad, but when they have arrived at that conclusion, somebody will get hurt beyond the faintest shadow of a doubt. Mr. Day, if he loves the Lamanites, or if he wishes to perpetuate the tribe of Southern Utes, should losr no time in calling them back. The voice should . have metal in its tones, so that it will ring in the ears of the brave3 and reverberate re-verberate in the bosoms of the dusky Bquaws. There should be no mistake . about this thing and no delay in either the sounding of the recall or the an- . ewer "we are coming Father Day, about six hundred strong coming home." The Utah militia, be it understood, under-stood, is in no mood to be called from the luxurious homes of its swee hearts, from the merry Christmas.times, ihe ' . dancing and parties, and if it does . have to thread the deep ravines, the high mountain e, and slack its thi-st at the alkali wells of the San Juan, somebody some-body will - have to pay the piper. David's pets would receive their caress beyond a doubt and they would enjoy better health to the end of their days, if they would manage to get away s without having enjoyed them. The ' Ute Himself is rather a tough cous-tomer, cous-tomer, we know, but these devilish young saints when they get a gun in their hands, hajfo no better sense than to Uee it tlfF do sTlxjot remarkably ......... close to i--- cj-fater, too, owing probably to the fact that while other boys have been. playing marbles in the days of their , nonage, these Utah boys have been shooting Utes and other 44 wild varmints." They are the devil and all, Dave, with a gun. So get your eweet scented pets back upon the green pastures of Southern Colorado just as soon as God will let you. You might sell their, dead carcasses for manure, but the price wouid be small; the fatness of Colorado is in short supply, and so your Utes would be worth but little more than the powaer ana lead it takes to kill them. We, in Utah, have longed for free coinage, for free lead, for free sugar, and freedom from protection, but we have no very decided taste for the freebooters free-booters from Southern Colorado. Better Bet-ter send over and have them sent safely home ere Captain Canman and Sam Cowley ; get hold of 'em. |
