Donald Bain Mackintosh

Seldom was there a more representative and sympathetic gathering than on Sunday, January 30, 1910, when in the Presbyterian Church the last services were paid to Captain D. B. Mackintosh. His death in his holding in the timber was phoned to the friends and there ran a thrill of sorrow and loss for his departure. Known and loved by all - with not an enemy in the world - his death touched all hearts. He was a gentleman of the old school with courtly phrase and diction; one who always spoke well of every one, and while holding firm and decided convictions always had the breadth of charitable judgement for those differing from him. Known in this place since 1898 and holding position of Justice of the peace till his departure to the then "unsurveyed," busied in the Gazette with his son, the editor and proprietor, Hon. D. T. A. Mackintosh - his was a familiar figure.

Donald Bain Mackintosh of the Clan of Mackintosh was born in Aroostook County, Maine, March 28, 1837; he died January 28, 1910, being nearly seventy three years old. He entered the Merchant Marine when a lad of eleven years and at the age of eighteen years had by industry and ability won his way to Captain - one of the youngest on the Atlantic. He followed the sea until 38 years old and during his many voyages be never lost one of his crew.

His father died when he was six-teen years old and the boy assumed care of the family, clearing off indebtedness and caring for the family of eight until they were of age. He was the last of the family to depart this life.

In 1870 he married Amelia A. Clark to whom were born three children, one boy dying at the age of three years; living are, D. T. A, Mackintosh and Mrs. J. A. Hedges, wife of Rev. J. A. Hedges of the Presbyterian Church of Sunnyside, Washington.

In 1877 he removed from St. John to Manitoba, "crossing the plains" to Fort Benton in the fall of 1879. He located in Niehart, sixty miles above Great Falls, Montana, - the third settler in that mining camp. During the winter of 1879 he wrote and published Roderick Douglass. His other manuscripts are not in print.

In 1885 he went, for his daughter's health, to Florida, remaining two years and returning to Montana, the family living at White Sulphur Springs. In 1892 and 1893 be was known as the "Sliver Quartz King" of Montana, being the owner of a number of valuable mining properties but the panic of 1893 ruined him financially and physically.

Since early life a Christian, his was one of those characters which knew evil of none but found good in all, and whether on the waters of the Atlantic, in the mining camps of Montana or the wooded hills of the Clearwater, he was known only to be loved, honored and respected for his largeness of heart, shrewd and kindly judgement and upright integrity.

Loving friends took every care of him in the woods and tenderly brought his remains to Kendrick where they were followed to the cemetery by a large number of sincere mourners and laid to rest under the impressive ceremony of the Masonic lodge, of which he was a member.

The funeral was held from the Presbyterian Church, Rev. A. Durrie, chaplain of the Masonic Lodge officiating. The B. P. O. E. (of which his son is a member), and the Masonic Lodge had lovely wreaths and emblems on the casket and the church was taxed to its capacity. With all the loss, there was the feeling of a long life spent in kindly deeds and unselfishness, and the pean and clarion of the service was the Christian one of victory over death and the grave. The impressive Masonic service was read at the grave by P.M., Dr. Hinckley, of Lewiston, Idaho.

Painlessly be died from a stroke of paralysis and entered the domain of the departed, missed, mourned and loved by all.

Card of Thanks

It is not in our power to adequately thank those many friends for their assistance and loving care, neither personally or in words, and this is but a slight expression to those whom we cannot see personally. God knows our hearts are too full for utterance, we can but simply say we thank you.