Apparently John B. Morgan was a mountaineer who was trading between the Indians and the Hudson Bay Company in late 1850 – 1868 in what is now the State of Montana. He was a “squaw man” with an Indian wife. Harry knew as his son he was half white. John B. Morgan died in 1868 at age 53. His wife also died in 1868. John B. Morgan is not to be confused with another John Morgan, a highwayman, who was hung in 1865.

 

 

 

 

Beyond spirit tailings: Montana's mysteries, ghosts, and haunted places,  By Ellen Baumler

The Hoo Doo Block, Pages 33 - 39.

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Indian and White
In the History of the Northwest
Chapter 26

A small X, in a dry coulee, a quarter of a mile west of our fence, marks the spot where John Fitzgerald, our herder, was killed, April 6, 1866. Cross (X), No. 2, on the incline north of the Mission, marks his grave, R. I. P. Cross (X) No. 3, marks the grave of Mr. Johnston, who was brought to the Mission sick, and after a few days asked for baptism and died a Catholic. His grave was the first on the hill. R. I. P.

Three small cabins outside of our place toward the east were occupied as follows: in the one nearest to the Mission lived a Flathead Indian with his old spouse. Both were good Catholics; and their children were married and lived in the camp. The middle cabin was occupied by a Blackfoot Indian, with his two wives and six children. he had rescued Father Giorda from the river, and took good care that every guest at the Mission should be acquainted with all the details; he never forgot them. The farthest cabin toward the east was the home of Mr. Viel, a French Canadian married to a daughter of a Blackfoot chief. He had four children and all practiced the duties of religion. They were a happy family.

Cross (X) and cross (X) 5 in the river mark the place where Father Giorda broke through the ice, and where he was rescued. (The spot is indicated by the space between the two crosses.)

The accompanying map (continued father Kuppens) may perhaps five a faint idea of the buildings of St. Peter's Mission on the bank of the Missouri. The first glance at the houses should convince a person that the inmates were not cave-dwellers, nor should they be ranked among the cliff-dwellers either. We sometime had a discussion as to the style of architecture that had been adopted; it was neither Greek nor Roman nor Byzantine nor Gothic; nor either an imitation of California Mission. It was Montana pioneer style.

Rooms Nos. 1 and 2, and Nos. 3 and 4, had been erected at the first beginning of the mission, in February, 1862. Rooms Nos. 5 6, 7, were built during November and December, 1864. All the buildings were well matched, all of the same material, green cottonwood logs, the same degree of finish; they were not squared and the bark had not been removed. The walls were about seven and a half feet high. The interstices and chinking were plastered with clay. The roof was made of rails laid close together, overlaid with a heavy layer of clay. There were no ceiling to any of the rooms; and as to floor, we had, when the buildings were new, a most delightful velvet green carpet of the very dense sod. When that carpet was worn out, as the very best will do in time, we walked on a clay floor.

There was a porch, about five feet wide, along the whole length of this incipient rectangle. In after life, I have often wondered that these could be so much interior peace and consolation in poor surroundings. These were all the accommodations at St. Peter's in 1864.

But I must not forget two useful adjuncts, a stockade coral, faced by the windows of rooms No. 1 and 2, for the ponies of our guests. These were borrowed sometimes during the night, to the great annoyances of ourselves and our guests. By this arrangement, each guest could have an eye to his pony whenever he awoke. Another stockade coral was along the eat side of the building, for our cattle and horses. This saved a great amount of trouble.

The time of the accident to Father Giorda was at the very beginning, whilst they were preparing the foundations and laying the logs. At my arrival at the Mission, Father Giorda himself whilst showing me the points of interest about the place, pointed out to me where he had broken through the ice and was saved from the waters. He also introduced me to his rescuer. A week after the accident, Father Giorda set out for the Gros Ventres camp, where he had another adventure, narrated in the book (Indian and White in the Northwest).

The site and premises described and illustrated by Father Kuppens show us the Mission of St. peter, as it stood on the banks of the Missouri. But it did not remain there long, hardly five years, since in the spring of 1866, as we shall seem it was removed to another location, the one it occupies today. Nevertheless, its short existence by the Missouri appears to have been spiced with incident.

As Father Kuppens was returning one day from a missionary excursion, an Indian stopped him in the middle of the road, a few miles from the Mission. Somehow, the Father's mount had caught the eye of the redskin, and he offered to swap it for his own bronco. As the Father would not consent to the bargain, the Indian seized the hose by the bridle, as if determined to take it by force. Upon this, Father Kuppens gave the fellow a good whack across the face with his whip, and off he galloped as fast as the hose could take him. Twinkling of an eye, the Indian had recovered from his surprise and with bow and arrow shot at the Father, hitting him in the calf of the right leg, where the missile stuck, till it was extracted by Father Ravalli at the mission.

Father Kuppens makes no allusion whatever on his notes to the occurrence. Ina a personal letter to the writer he makes light of the whole thing and laughs it off, as not worth mentioning.

At first quite a number of Indians collected in the new place. But they did not, nor could they remain any length of time. So far, "the buffalo" as Father Kuppens tells us, "was their only support, and they moved their camp to the source of their food supply."

It also came to pass that unusual dry weather prevailed three years in succession at this period: and it did not tend to impose the Indians favorably with the locality. Hence they left "regretfully," according to some; "dissatisfied and in disgust," according to others.

Father Kuppens takes us to task for having stated in the first edition that the dry weather had destroyed "the crops three years in succession." "True, the Indians and the Mission had no crops for three successive years," says the father, "but they had not planted anything"; for they had neither seed not any means to plant it with. Accordingly, historical accuracy would have us say, not that the dry weather destroyed the crops, but that it would have done so had there been any to destroy. For, according to Brother L. D'Agostino, who also lived there at the time, hardly any green grass could be seen thereabouts during the prolonged dry spell.

With 1862, had begun what may be called the gold-digging period of Montana, deposits of the precious metals being discovered at Bannack, Gold Creek, Alder Gulch, and shortly after at Silver City, Last Chance and several other places. This brought many whites into the country and kept them also in a feverish state of mine, with constant expectation of new diggings being discovered. Crowds would rush or stampede, as goes the word, in this or that direction, at the first rumor of gold being struck. However, very often such rumored discoveries proved ill-founded, bringing nothing in their train save disappointment and hardship.

A wild stampede of the kind occurred in the winter of 1865, when somebody spread the news of a big find in the Sun River country. It was during a blizzard in one of the coldest winters ever experienced in Montana, and many a brave, bur unfortunate miner has his ears, nose, hands or feet frozen. A number found their way to St. Peter's Mission, whose poor and scant accommodations were thrown open to them by the Fathers. Were it not for this, and the medical skill and unsparing devotedness of Father Ravalli, several would have surely perished.

"I remember the Sun River stampede," writes Father Kuppens, " and whilst the Sun River country received the brunt of the inundation, we on the Missouri received an overflow far above our capacity to accommodate."

But the discovery of gold in Montana had other aspects far more serious than stampeding, and none could be more serious then the strife which it brought about between the whites and the Indians, and which promised little good for the latter.

The natives had been from time immemorial the sole possessors of all these regions, and naturally enough they resented seeing them invaded by the pale faces. On the other hand, the discovery of gold was bringing in the whites by the thousand from every quarter. Nor could they be stopped in their rush any more than an avalanche can be stayed by means of a few straws. Yet, the Indians imagined that they could hold back the white man by force. Hence the state of guerrilla warfare that prevailed, especially in the northern part of Montana, at this time of our history.

Detached bands or war parties of Blackfeet would fall on groups of miners, prospectors, teamsters or travelers, and mercilessly rob and murder every one of them. The whites retaliated. Hence it came to pass that innocent persons were often made to suffer for some one else's misdoings; and many a harmless white man, and many a peaceful native perished during this lawless and bloody strife.

A reprisal of the kind occurred along the Marias about this time, when four peaceful Indians ere murdered by whites. As a sequel and in revenge, some whites were killed by Indians shortly after. Matters grew rapidly worse, and from 1865 6o 1869, the Blackfeet appeared to become desperate, and bent on exterminating every white man found in the country. The highway to Fort Benton, particularly, became so infested with marauding bands of Indians that the life of no white man traveling over that road was secure. it is asserted that in the summer of 1869 fifty-six white people were killed, either from ambush or in the open, along that road, by Indian war parties.

These disturbed conditions are referred to as follows by Father Kuppens:

The summer of 1866 was full of excitement and rumors of Indian wars, and many lives of both whites and Indians were sacrificed, and the Mullan road from Fort Benton became very unsafe. To protect this thoroughfare to the gold fields in Montana, Fort Shaw was established, late in the summer in the immediate vicinity of the second location of the Mission (on Sun River.)

The murder of Malcom Clark, at the mouth of Prickly Pear Canyon, twenty-five miles from Helena, brought things to a climax. It led to what has been called the Piegan War of 1869-70, when Col. Baker and his command slaughtered two hundred and thirty-three Indians, fifty of whom were women and children.

And now, for the history of St. Peter's. We must retrace our steps, and return to the year 1865-66. In the Fore part of that winter Father Kuppens went to visit the Indians, who were then camped on the right bank of the Missouri, some thirty miles below Fort Benton. During his visit he found that they were bent on mischief against all white people in general, and even against the Mission and the Fathers. A number of the Indians were clearly under the false impression that every white man was an enemy. They had, therefore, resolved to treat as such even the Black Robes.

All this was communicated to Father Kuppens by a personal friend of his in the tribe. So far the missionaries had not had the slightest sign of any feeling against them on the part of the Indians. The information came as a surprise to the Father; and the more so as he could not doubt the veracity of his informant. He left the camp rather sadly, and as he was retracing his course toward the Mission he met with a very trying visitation, becoming snow-blind and totally helpless. Most providentially, there happened to come his way a kind-hearted miner, by name John Dougherty, who took care of him and led him safe to Old Agency, some eighteen miles from the Mission. Here, with rest and proper care, he gradually regained his sight, and had also for some time the company of a confrere, Brother D'Agostino, sent to his relief from the Mission.

There were several Indian lodges camped about Old Agency at the time, and when the Father began to see and move around, he went to visit and instruct them. He noticed, however, as did others, that the Indians had suddenly become strangely reticent and sulky. He wondered what the cause might be, and having inquired, they told him that four of their people had been hanged by the whites near Sun River Crossing, and that the bodies had been thrown into the river, through a hole cut in the ice. And there was only too much truth to the ghastly tale.

Near the locality mentioned by the Indians there lived one John B. Morgan, a squaw man, married to a Piegan woman. Some few days before, a party of Indians of the same tribe, numbering at least four, had come to his house and were his guests. He treated them well, making them feel quite at home, and having been assured that they were perfectly safe with him, they put aside their guns. Shortly after, there also arrived at his place a party of white, led by one Charles Carson. They were a squad of the volunteers who under the proclamation of the Acting Governor, General Thomas Francis Meagher, had been enlisted with the object of sending them against the Blackfeet Indians. But they were soon after disbanded, their organization having been disapproved by the Government of Washington, D. C.

Did Morgan send for his new visitors? Did he bring them to his home? We cannot say. But certain it is that the could not have behaved more treacherously than if he had been in entire collusion with them. As he afterward boasted of doing; he gave his Indian guests over to the Carson crown, telling them: "Now, boys, right here is a chance for you; some of the redskins you are after are in this house.

The doomed Indians were in an adjoining room eating what Morgan had set before them. Suddenly attacked, they were quickly overpowered, and dragged out and hanged to a couple of trees near the premises. The bodies, still warm, were cast into the river, through an opening hastily but in the ice. The tragic ending of these poor fellows was witnessed by two of their companions, who had remained hiding in the underbrush close by. Either they distrusted Morgan, or some other reason not known led to their hiding. They now stole away unperceived, and hastened to bring the news to their fellow Indians, camped near Old Agency. No wonder that these had become unusually sullen.

Nor were they slow in giving vent to their desire for revenge. They attacked the New Agency, a few miles from Morgan's, where they killed one of the men; whilst another owed his escape merely to the accidental explosion of some powder in the building, which frightened off the assailants. Simultaneously, too, they killed a white man, whom they caught outside; and but for the rest having fortified themselves with the premises, all would have fallen victims to Indian vengeance.

Notwithstanding his being married to an Indian woman of the same tribe, Morgan had good ground to fear for himself and his family. hence, he hastened to the Mission, and sought to obtain there shelter for them, on the plea of the general insecurity of the country about, and because he had to go to Helena on most urgent business. The man was soon suspected by the Indians and believed to have had some part in the hanging of their people at his place. Hence his mere going to seek protection for his family at the Mission was apt to bring odium on the Fathers. We have seen above that distrust of the missionaries had already crept into the mind of some of them, and the tragedy at Morgan's could not but add to it.

This became more apparent day by day. Acts of hostility such as wantonly shooting down the Mission stock, several head being killed or maimed, plainly showed the temper of the savages. But worse: about Easter, John Fitzgerald, whom the Fathers employed as herder, was shot dead, hardly a quarter of a mile from their premises. There was not telling what the next day might bring on.

Father Giorda, the general Superior, was at this time at Alder Gulch or Virginia City, whither he had gone to give the many Catholics in that large mining camp the opportunity to make their Easter duties. A messenger was dispatched to him; and without a moment's delay he set out for St. Peter's Mission. On reaching the place, he viewed the situation with no little concern, and tender-hearted as he was, broke into tears.

We shall see directly that a new site for the Mission had been selected a year before, and that preparation for the removal to the new place had been going on for several months. Hence, "Father Giorda felt considerably relieved," writes Father Kuppens, "when we told him that things in the new place were practically ready."

But of this in the next chapter.

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The Blackfoot civilization had that sense of accomplishment. The people were happy and free in their homeland. It took violence and fraud and bribery to push them back into a reservation. The colonizers were successful. By the end of the 19th century, the Blackfoot civilization had largely been overrun by American savagery. This savagery included military repression, the whiskey trade, residential schools and cattle ranching. The details of how this took place will be the subject of my next post. SOURCES: Long Standing Bear Chief, "Ni-Kso-Ko-Wa: Blackfoot Spirituality, Traditions, Values and Beliefs" (This can be ordered from Spirit Talk Press in Browning, Montana (blkfoot4@3rivers.net). George Catlin, "North American Indians," Penguin, 1989 John Ewers, "The Blackfeet: Raiders of the Northwestern Plains," University of Oklahoma, 1958 George Bird Grinnell, "Blackfoot Lodge Tales: The Story of a Prairie People," University of Nebraska, 1962 Marshall Sahlins, "Stone Age Economics," Aldine de Gruyter Press, 1972 Part two: Reporter (to Mahatma Gandhi): Mr. Gandhi, what do you think of Western Civilization? Gandhi: I think it would be a good idea. ---- Beginning in the mid 1800s and coming to a climax in the post-Civil War period, rapacious gold prospectors, fur trading companies and ranchers invaded Blackfoot territory. They came in the same fashion that profit-oriented barbarians have come to the Amazon rainforest in recent decades, with plunder in their hearts and a willingness to exterminate anybody who got in the way. It should come as no surprise that the US Army defended the invaders on the basis of protecting private property and "civilization." In the summer of 1865 the Pikuni (Southern Blackfoot) signed a treaty in Fort Benton, Montana that pushed their southern boundary north to the Teton River. They received annuities of $50,000 a year for a period of twenty years. If the United States did not have the benefit of a superior armed force, the Blackfoot never would have signed such a treaty since it amounted to theft. As Woodie Guthrie once said, some men will steal your valuables with a gun while some will do it with a fountain pen. The United States used both gun and fountain pen. Clashes with gold prospectors continued, who refused to respect Blackfoot rights within the newly redefined territory. When some prospectors under the leadership of the racist thug John Morgan killed four Pikuni men just for sport, Chief Bull's Head organized a large revenge party and the prospectors got their comeuppance. In 1868, when a Pikuni elder and a small boy were in Fort Benton on an errand, white racists shot them down in the street. Alfred Sully, who had responsibility for upholding the law in the tense area, said that because of tensions between the two groups he could not convict the killers in any court. This gave other white settlers a license to continue killing. When the Pikuni resorted to self-defense, the authorities decided that some kind of state of emergency existed and called in outside help. Having decided that the Indians rather than the rapacious invaders were at fault, the army ordered Colonel E. M. Baker to put down a rebellion led by Mountain Chief. "Strike them hard" were his instructions. He pulled together four companies of cavalry, augmented by fifty-five mounted infantrymen and a company of infantry, and marched on the Indians. On daybreak of January 23, 1870, the US army under Baker's command attacked a village on the Marias river. They killed 173 Indians, seized 300 horses and took 140 women and children into custody. There was only one problem. This was not Mountain Chief's village, but one that was friendly to the United States. Many of the villagers were sickly victims of a recent smallpox epidemic. To add to their misery, the troops burned the lodges and camp equipment. This was a Blackfoot My Lai. The eternally sanctimonious New York Times editorialized on February 24, 1870, "The question is whether a wholesale slaughter of women and children was needed for the vindication of our aims." One wonders if the New York Times keeps a file of such sentiments recyclable for suitable occasions, such as the recent bombing of a medicine factory in Sudan. The consequences of this mass murder were as would be expected. It panicked the Pikuni into signing another compromised treaty. The whole purpose of military repression was not to restore "law and order" but to push Pikuni into the marginal portions of the state of Montana. All of these treaties from the 1860s and 70s lack legitimacy and should be reviewed, just as the annexation of Hawaii is being reviewed by the United Nations today. The information that appears above is drawn from John C. Ewers's flawed but essential history, "The Blackfeet: Raiders on the Northwestern Plains" (U. of Oklahoma, 1958). Its flaw is visible in its very title, which depicts the Blackfeet as "raiders." Ewers draws a picture of Blackfeet (the Blackfoot people prefer not to use this term since it refers to "feet" rather than people) as warriors who enjoyed stealing horses from Indians and white settlers alike. In the very chapter where he decries the massacre at Marias river, he refers to the problems involved in "the pacification and civilization of western Indian tribes." This is said without irony.

The Montana Post, Virginia City, Montana Territory, November 27, 1868

DIED.

At Fort Benton, M. T., on the 14th of November, John B. Morgan, aged 53 years. Oregon and Iowa papers please copy.

The Stevens Point Gazette, Stevens Point, Portage Co., WI; February 19, 1896

MILLADORE.

B. Smith, who for the past number of years has been pursuing the show business, has of late disposed of all his truck and concluded to lead a more pious and christian life. He is now an ardent worker of religion, and by faith he will be looked upon as the father of the new Union church of Milladore. His efforts are rewarded by the following subscriptions, a total of $260:

C. W. Abbey.........$1

The Stevens Point Journal, Stevens Point, Portage Co., WI; Saturday, June 13, 1896

CITY BRIEFS

MONDAY

A successful operation was performed by Dr. Carl von Neupert yesterday on the 3 year old daughter of C. W. Abbey of Junction City. The child's side was opened and a quantity of pus removed. Leigh Larson note: Junction City is a small village in Carson Twp., Portage Co., WI. It is located 4-1/2 miles east of the Village of Milladore, Wood Co., WI. The family lived to the north of the village.

Stevens Point Journal, Stevens Point, WI, December 1, 1900

First publication Oct. 20-00-w7

Notice for Publication.

Department of the Interior. Land Office at Wausau, Wis., Oct. 16, 1900.

Notice is hereby given that the following named settler has filed notice of his intention to make final proof in support of his claim, and that said proof will be made before the clerk of the circuit court at Stevens Point, Wisconsin, on December 8, 1900. viz: Colman F Cotesworth, who made H. E. No. 7,723, for the N E 1/4 N E. 1/4 sec. 20, T 24 N, R 6 E.

He names the following witnesses to prove his continuous residence upon and cultivation of said land, viz: Chas. W. Abbey, of Milladore, Wis. John Cisler, of Junction City, Wis. John Harndena, of Junction City, Wis. Matthias Jacobson, of Stevens Point, Wis. EDGAR T. WHEELOCK, Register.

The Marshfield Times, Marshfield, WI, June 20, 1902

Sherry.

Mrs. C. W. Abby and children left Tuesday for Baraboo, where they will reside in the future.

The Daily Northwestern, Oshkosh, WI, Tuesday, August 15, 1905

NEWS OF MENASHA.

The new arrivals at the Langaff hotel are: Chas. Hemseler, Milwaukee; Paul Yoergers, Escanaba, Mich.; H. Awe, Oshkosh; H. Nelson, Milwaukee; S. C. W. Warrin, Grand Rapids; W. E. Gannon, Detroit, Mich.; R. E. Malady, Fond du Lac; C. W. Abby, Fond du Lac and C. M. Ricker, Chicago.

The Evening News, Baraboo, Sauk Co., WI, January 15, 1907

AT THE ALTER OF HYMEN

Miss Clara Abbey of this city, has received a letter from Glen Ullin, N. D., announcing the marriage of her sister Maude, to Orin Sovereign on Dec. 30. The Abbey family went to Dakota some months ago where the bride took up a claim. Her husband also has a claim in that state.

Monday, January 4, 1943

Funeral Rites For Mrs. Morgan 1:30 Wednesday

Services for Wife of Ovando Deputy Game Warden in Missoula.

Funeral services for Mrs. Harry N. Morgan of Ovando, will take place at 1:30 o'clock Wednesday afternoon at the Marsh & Powell chapel. Rev. Walter B. Spaulding will officiate and burial will be in Missoula cemetery. Mrs. Morgan, 72, died suddenly at her home at Ovando Saturday. She was the wife of Harry N. Morgan, deputy game warden in the Blackfoot country for many years. She had been in poor health for many months, but the end came suddenly at her home. Mrs. Morgan was born March 5, 1870, in Nebraska. She married Mr. Morgan 57 years ago at Philipsburg. The couple moved to Ovando in 1913, and had resided there since. Besides her husband, she is survived by three sons, Claude H., Ovando, Carl H., Junction, Ore., and Ernest W., Seattle; three daughters, Mrs. Harry D. Johnston, Three Forks; Mrs. Rosa R. Miller, 802 Russell street; and Mrs. Edna Abbey, of Lincoln; six grandchildren and nine great-grandchildren and one sister, Mrs. Della Roske, Baker, Ore.

The Montana Standard, Butte-Anaconda, MT, Saturday, August 3, 1957

State's Oldest Native, Harry Morgan, Is Dead

MISSOULA - Montana's oldest native, Harry Morgan, died Friday at a Missoula rest home. He was the first white child born at Fort Benton, during the Civil War, and came to western Montana when he was 10. Morgan, a past president of the Society of Montana Pioneers, was a veteran deputy game warden, serving the Blackfoot country from 1913 through 1947. His recollections of Montana's early days, of Indian fights, gold strikes and stockmen's wars, made him a prime favorite of Treasure State historians. He was born Jan. 6, 1863. His father, Capt. John Morgan, had come up the Missouri River a few years before with a company of Union soldiers, to take charge of Ft. Benton, the end of navigation for steamboats on the Missouri. Settlers, prospectors and supplies all reached Montana by that route. There were a few white men in the territory. After Morgan's mother died, an Indian took him to rear. Capt. Morgan was killed in a battle with a war party of Blackfeet Indians, and Dr. J. S. Glick of Helena took the youngster when he was 7. Three years he went to Philipsburg to reside with Henry Schnipel. He grew to manhood in that Granite county town during its turbulent mining days, working in the town and on ranches. From 15 on, he was "on his own," riding the range, hauling ore, cutting wood and mining. Later he was employed by the forest service, and spent much time as a guide for hunting parties. He was married to Ophi Rider on Aug. 27, 1885. The ceremony was performed by the late Frank D. (Sandbar) Brown, another moved to Ovando shortly before he became deputy warden. Mrs. Morgan died in 1943. Ten years later he moved to Missoula to make his home with a daughter, Mrs. E. G. Haugh. Other survivors are another daughter, Mrs. Mary D. Johnson of Three Forks; two sons, Henry Carl Morgan of Drewsey, Ore., and Ernest W., of Burley, Idaho; nine grandchildren, 22 great-grandchildren and several nieces and nephews. Funeral services will be at 2 p. m. Monday (MST) at Lucy's Sunrise Chapel.

The Daily Independent, Helena, MT, Sunday, Aug. 29, 1880

Death of Dr. Glick.

Our community was shocked yesterday morning upon learning that Dr. Jerome S. Glick was dead. He had been seen late on the preceding evening riding through the streets apparently in his usual health. At about 5:15 o'clock on Friday evening he returned from a horseback ride, and dismounted at the livery stable of Piatt & Young. Almost immediately upon alighting he fell to the floor in a fit, caused by a sudden attack of cerebro spinal congestion. He was promptly removed to a comfortable sleeping apartment, and Drs. Steele and Atchison summoned to attend him. All that these skillful physicians could do was done to restore the patient, but in vain. He never recovered consciousness, and at 4:45 o'clock yesterday morning died. Dr. Glick was born in the year 1832 at Harper's Ferry, Virginia. Before attaining his majority he was appointed to a cadetship in the West Point Military Academy, but left that institution without graduating. He entered McDowell Medical College, St. Louis, Missouri, and graduated therefrom with high honors. Soon after he was commissioned as an Assistant Surgeon in the U.S. Army, and in that capacity served in Colorado and Kansas. He, however, resigned this position on the breaking out of the rebellion and went to Colorado, where, on account of his Southern sympathies he was arrested and for awhile imprisoned in Denver. Upon being released he went to New Mexico, and from thence in 1862 came to Montana, stopping first in Bannack, where he entered upon the practice of medicine. He afterwards moved to Virginia City, and in 1866 came to Helena, where he has since made his home. Several years ago he married a daughter of Wellington Stewart, formerly a member of the Montana bar. The deceased leaves a wife and three children, who are now residing at Carson city, Nevada. For the past three years Dr. Glick has been in poor health, and has given but little attention to his profession, spending a large portion of his time in California and Nevada. The deceased, while in health, had a reputation as a physician and surgeon coextensive with the Territory. His many noble traits of character won for him a host of warm friends, who will cherish and honor his memory.

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