Contributions to the Historical Society of Montana . al old-timersin temperature and with this one reference I leave them inpossession of that chestnut. Soon the chinook came and notwithout violence. The high chimney on the kitchen of theHelena manse lost its equilibrium and went through the roofand the doctor was in Honolulu. No, he was not doctoredthen, only plain T. V. Moore. There was not a Presbyterian D. D. in the Territory inthose good old days. By the way I believe there was one,who deservedly occupies a high niche among our Presby-terian Pioneers, Rev. D. J. McMillan, D. D. Rev. Dr. S
Contributions to the Historical Society of Montana . al old-timersin temperature and with this one reference I leave them inpossession of that chestnut. Soon the chinook came and notwithout violence. The high chimney on the kitchen of theHelena manse lost its equilibrium and went through the roofand the doctor was in Honolulu. No, he was not doctoredthen, only plain T. V. Moore. There was not a Presbyterian D. D. in the Territory inthose good old days. By the way I believe there was one,who deservedly occupies a high niche among our Presby-terian Pioneers, Rev. D. J. McMillan, D. D. Rev. Dr. Sheldon Jackson was Presbyterian prospectorand overseer from the Big Muddy to the Pacific and fromNew Mexico to Hudsons Bay Territory. Dr. McMilLmwas his successor, though I think his parish was not quiteso big. He then became founder and president of the Col-lege of Montana at Deer Lodge, and also organizer, adviserand preacher in camp and clachan for a hundred milesaround, until called to Gotham to supervise the PresbyterianMissions of the REV. ALEXANDER K. BAIRD, D. D. PRESBYTERIAN CHURCH HISTORY. 427 The climate of Montana lias a harsh side to it. With me^however, it has always been reasonable. My first work, be-ginning in January, 1888, was to visit all the churches, not along roll. As they multiplied, my visits continued. Byrail and stage, by team and foot, never on horseback, (alame excuse for a cowboy am I), thousands of miles, overranges and bench lands, every month of the year, andyear after year, and I never really suffered from cold orheat and never was in peril or fear from any storm, blizzardor cloudburst, unless once, when under the pilotage of thefather of Presbyterianism in the Judith Basin, Rev. GeorgeEdwards, we lost our way and drove hither and thither halfof the night, in EgA^ptian darkness, amid the sound of manywaters, debauchina* at last on the banks of the raging RossFork. But the extent of the disaster was wet theolog}^ andno supper. Both doubt
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