The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1898-09-03
ROUGH RIDERS YARNS.
storytelling at the Santiago Head
quarters.
From the Chicago Record.

Quarters.
From the Chicago Record.
1T looked around an there was Jim
about the color of chiny nest egg an
his jawbone stiekin' out below his ear like
he'd dislocated a chew of tobacker, he was
setting his teeth down 50 hard to keep
'em from rattlin'. seen him snap his gun
twicet before he noticed the magazine was
empty, an his hair had lifted has nat
plum offn his head. / notice he hasn't
found 1t yet"
You're a liar" retorted the person re-
ferred to, calmly. you never was anything
else but a liar an you never will be. You
was too busy maxim up what does you for
a mind whether you had sand enough to
dodge the bullets an run to notice me; but
you've accidentally got in shoutin dis
lance of the truth this time / was good
an scared"
A group of Rough Riders of Troop G
were discussing the events of the fight at
la Quasina they were camped on the
plateau they had so dearly won. Ii was
bright moonlight but there was already a
slight chill in the air, and the handful of
fires dotted here and there among the shell
ter tents looked cheerful. Most OF the
breathing sounded cur, usly distinct In the
pauses in the conversation. One could hear,
too, the tread of the sentry on the gravel
in the road below and the rattle of the
thickly lying cartridge shells as he kicked
them aside in his walks.
"Pd have given six months pay and a
pound Of smolxin' tobacker to have been in
the milk cellar on my ranch" said third.
George Roland was near me when he was
hit an / thought my time had come, sure.
Then we passed the l. Troop trumpeter the
next rush. Who's seen Henner? Some one
said he was wounded"
KILLED" said the first speaker. and
there was silence for a minute.
II was never scared so bad but once be-
fore" remarked slightly built, boyish-
looking young fellow. THAT was when I
was working for the Turkey Tracks two
years ago last September. I'd been huntn'
horses over in Peabodys canyon, an
hadn't found a hoof. an along about sun
down / come to a little dobe house with a
slab corral. l didn't reckon there was
any one in, for l hadn't seen no smoke as
1 come along. So l put my cayuse in the
corral an shook down q forkful Of hay
for him to bite on, an then opened the
door an walked in.
IT made for the -four barrel first thing
an I found It was empty, all but a
couple Of stale biscuits. There was some
coffee on the stove. though, an it smelt
toPrable fresh, so I built a little fire in
the stove an warmed 1t up. That made
me supper an when that was done I
prospected around some more an found
q bundle of illustrated papers an the best
part of a candle. That was a puddin'. I
dino when I'd seen so much readin' mat
ter before. Well, before I turned in to
read 'em 1 started to look for lantern. so
I could go out and look after the cayuse
but couldn't find enc high ner low. Then
n occurs to me that the feller that owned
the ranch might have put 1t under the
he'd. an took hole of the foot an hoisted
II around. an there under that bed was a
man lyin with lbs throat cut.
mo use takin'. / was stampeded. I
didn't stop to open the door--I went
straight at It an busted it off the hinges
I hadn't time to get my pony ! lit out
on the keen run an never stopped till
l got to Santa Clara.
'''Then | began to feel that / had acted
Ike a locoed hen, an i reckoned at first
that / wouldn't take no one into my con-
ddence. but when / got into Henry Mar
tvs place ] seen Charley Simmons, the
sheriff. an took him outside an told him.
He thought the best thing to do was 70
20 out to the ranch an investigate an
Invited the crowd to go with him. All
their horses was tied outside an / never
thought for a moment, but started to hunt
for mine. Then l remembered. Where's
your pony?' says Charley. I left him in
Abe corral at the ranch, l says. He was