The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1898-11-06
ROUGH RIDERS YARNS.
Told Some Tough Tales On Their
Homeward Trip.
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| a large contingent OF rough riders
| went westward d few days ago. and
they owned the train. Country people
along the line of the railroad-the
rough riders called them "turnpikers"
boarded the train at every station,
when Teddy's terrors told them tales
that made their eyes bulge.
''Whut wuz tn tightest fix you wuz
! in?" asked one Reuben of a big fellow,
! the hue of whose yellow uniform and
sandy complexion beautifully blended.
at San JUAN responded the rough
rider Il had mislaid the rest of the
troops somewhere and was tryin' t.
hunt EN- up, when I came onto bunch
of seven 'Spaniels,' all armed to the
eyebrows. AS soon as they seen me,
they separated an surrounded me. [
was scared from bangs t boots, but I
determined t die game. So 1 ups with
my gun an aims at tn lieutenant in
charge. l pulled tn trigger, an my
hand wabbled so that that bullet went
all around the circle an killed four of
the 'Spaniels' an wounded three others.
Then L lit outI'
Said another terror: TN the hottest
part of tn battle of San Juan hill 1
wuz ridin' my pet horse Pete. Pete's
trained to all kinds ov monkey bust
ness, an every time he seen a cannon
ball or a bullet comm our way he'd
jest hump hisself, buck, chuck me inter
the air an then lay down, quick as a
wink, an let the shot pass atween us.
Purity soon tn bullets came so
quick that they looked like a long ram
rod, they wuz so clus tgether. Pete
seed it, an as passed tn limb ov a
tree grabbed it, pulled myself in an
hid behind tn trunk. Pete looked up
at me, disguised, like as if t say: I
didn't know yu he'd emmy white blood
in yer veins! an instid ov layin down,
stood stock still, and wuz shot clean
through by one ov them CONCENTRATION
ov bullets. 1t WIZ twict as long as he
wuZ, an l bruk Their ends off an found
they wuz single bullets strung
t'gether."
THAT reminds me-" said another. ''of
how thick tn bullets wuz that day. I
had mothers Bible in my pocket, an
suddenly L felt something strike it,
There was a bullet in it. 1 pulled it
out, damned it into my gun and banged
her off. L shot that same bullet II
times that day, and every time 1 fired
it, it struck another bullet comm my
way, an kerchug! it came back to
mothers Bible"
Show EN- tn bullet, Mike" said
comrade.
Mike produced a fattened bullet, and
his auditors viewed it with awe.
When asked to show the Bible, Mike
said that it had been shot so often it
was all shot away but big hole, which
he had framed and sent home
A brawny rough rider called "Silas"
told how he'd had the best milk punch
he ever drank at the Ell Caney rumpus.
Said he:
I had a small flask of rock and rye,
which | always carried in my pocket
to guard against throat trouble. In
the thick of the fight I took out the
bottle, uncorked it and was about TAX
ing drink, when the bottle was
smashed, and 1 swallowed about a
quart of as good milk punch as [ ever
surrounded
How d'y count fur that?'' asked a
Joshua.
"The same bullet that struck my
bottle had hit a COW that stood in front
of me-" said Silas, without moving an
eyelash of remorse.
'Wuz emmy oV you fellers wounded p,
asked one of the congregation.
That's the strangest part oy all"
said the first relator Coin up San
Juan hill US six fellers wuz marchin' in
Indian file. / wuz in front, Silas WIZ
list behind me, an then come tn 9TH
ers. Suddenly 1 felt twinge on nv
left arm.
Tn hit sings out.
Som l. yells Silas.
Som T. bowls four others in turn
"B'jinks, the same bullet had winged
every mothers kiyoodle ov us. Show
up, fellersr'
Six tawny left arms were barred. and ,
just above each elbow was a scar-a. |
vaccination mark