good. TJiis was my last place to visit before crossing the West Gallatin to its v;e« shore, and I left it reluctantly. not only because it was a pleasant place, but because there were many others like it within the circle made by this hasty trip and within my sight. It would have done me good to have visited J. Dixon, the wide-awake dairyman at the little grove, and my olden-time friend Win, Rea, who lives near Inin, and J. W. Marshall, whose home is some miles up the river from here, and S. M. Ileed,of Middle creek ; but to have made iliis round it would have detained me another day and »j made a Jong ride which my limited time 1 would not admit of. Besolving to come* j again before long when 1 -would have lime* i to make new acquaintances and learn mote* | of the experiences of the princely farmers 1 of this country L bid adieu to Mr. Dawe.*,and taking a by route soon found tny.-'Hf at the wayside inn of Central Park, at the crossing of the West Gallatin. Central Park is 15 miles from Bozeman on the main road. It is the breakfast :u«d supper station of the stage line from Virginia, and Helena to Bozeman. V. A. (Vdmil, the proprietor, is a genial gentleman, ahra}*5 sets a palatable meal, and his accommodations for travelers are first-class.After resting here over night I turned to-i ward home, taking Hie main road, and abouta mile from Central Park turned aside to visit the very clever and gentlemanly bachelor friend, Harry Heeb. Upon reaching his gate I learned that h«* had departed the day before for a visit to lick na. 'J his place though presided over by a bachelor, looked quite cozy, and I regret that 1 could not meet the proprietor. IJtvis one of the foremost farmers and stock-raiser» of Gallfldn county, and is well deserving of die plea^ ant home he owns and.the good name hr bears.