Category: Adventure
CHASING A MAJOR-GENERAL LIEUTENANT CASEY’S LAST SCOUT THE SIOUX OUTBREAK IN SOUTH DAKOTA AN OUTPOST OF CIVILIZATION A RODEO AT LOS OJOS IN THE SIERRA MADRE WITH THE PUNCHERS BLACK WATER AND SHALLOWS COACHING IN CHIHUAHUA STUBBLE AND SLOUGH IN DAKOTA POLICING THE YELLOWSTONE A...
CHASING A MAJOR-GENERAL LIEUTENANT CASEY’S LAST SCOUT THE SIOUX OUTBREAK IN SOUTH DAKOTA AN OUTPOST OF CIVILIZATION A RODEO AT LOS OJOS IN THE SIERRA MADRE WITH THE PUNCHERS BLA...
2. Part 2What a contrast between soldiers in field and soldiers in garrison! Natty and trim--as straight as a sapling, with few words and no gestures--quite unlike those of two days, or...
3. Part 3And morning finds you in the saddle. It always does. I don’t know how it is--a habit of life, I suppose. Mornings ought to find me cosily ensconced in a good bed, but in retrosp...
4. Part 4The clerk is in the store, with his pink boy’s face, a pencil behind his ear, and a big sombrero, trying to look as though he had lived in these wilds longer than at San Francis...
5. Part 5They all use hemp ropes which are imported from some of the southern states of the republic, and carry a lariat of hair which they make themselves. They work for from eight to t...
6. Part 6The diversion of the punchers made the retreat of the infantry possible, and from an intrenched position I saw the bulls tear over the hill, with the punchers “rolling their tai...
7. Part 7No talking now, but with every nerve and muscle tense, and your eye on the boil of the water, you rush along. You back water and paddle, the stern swings, she hangs for an insta...
8. Part 8At noon we met the other wagons in a green swale, and had lunch, and, seated in a row under the shadow side of a straw stack, we plucked chickens, while the phlebotomist did the...
9. Part 9The next day we encountered one of those great spongy mountain meadows, which we were forced to skirt on the rocky timber-strewn hill-sides, until finally we ventured into it. W...
10. Part 10I reported for orders, and shortly was given one to deliver at my old post. Back I sped, and came near tumbling into a big hole, which I knew had been made by the dynamite bomb....
11. Part 11“Well, to continue--to show you a curious phase of bicycling--my advance ran a picket farther along the road and were fired on, but, bless me, they had gone through so quickly a...
12. Part 12“He’s usin’ here,” said Cooper. “That’s his track, and there’s his work,” pointing up the hill-side, where lay the body of a five-year-old cow. We drew near her, and there was t...