The Black Hills union. [volume] (Rapid City, Pennington County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1889-1904, 1898-06-24
WITH THE ROUGH RlDIRs.

When the war is over and the band
plays when Johnny Comes Marching
Home" the dudes Of Fifth avenue, who
are very largely represented in this
unique regiment, should urn out in a
body to welcome back to civilization, to
the club and to society these young
dandies who forsook the Waldorf din
ing room for the mess tent. the feather
bed for a rough board and all the sar-
torial splendor of New York's fashion,
able tailors for the cavalryman's uni
form and a SOmbrero.
Already the hardships have begun
and life in camp with it's manifold dis
comforts for the men who 80 willingly
donned the blue and stood in readiness
to obey the discipline put on them. All
the 400 will scarcely appreciate the
every day life of the fastidious young
society men n the h%ardships they are
schooling themselves to in order to be
ready for the dash into Cuba.
There are no coupes, no club rooms,
no Turkish baths, no drawing rooms.
no morning cocktails, no divans in the
blistering hot cornfield where the f'ittn
avenue contingent is camped. Nothing
but the scared soil of wicked Texas,
the crude accommodations of the serv-
ice and hours that sybarites are vio-
lently opposed to.
SolIIS ~ Solllp AooSSN 4 1 / liz ollb
see Woodbury. Kane engaged in the
gentle art of making s%aleratus biscuits
at sunrise under the tutOrship of Henry
Remming, one of the widest plainSmen
ever brought up on the adobe Of Texas.
For years Remming has been COM
pounding these gaStrOnOmic wonders,
and it took him but a minute to make
a skilful biscuit moulder u Of the
crack polo rider.
stVnrJ - coi1 Do,, o~ hl ;r 1o1lnI
by the COW punchers, Il takes a few
handfuls of flour, shakes it out and
mixes it with the freshes water these
parts contains and a little salt. Like
that. Then I chucks in a tablespoonful
of saleratus for each twenty biscuits
and inserts the same into a oven, if one
is handy. If not, l flops 'em over. This
way
"Of course. Lieutenant" remarked
|Remming one day, these here saleratus
propositions never sets we'll if you dom
get out and ride 'em down Immediately
after eatin'. But they ~invigorates a
gent. Git on to d broncho and hit up
about half an hours hard ridin' and
nothin'll bother you"
So far as the brute broncho is con-
cerned, Ham" Fish, ir., has mastered
that particular product of the west like
an old hand. Private Fish looked upon
his bucking horse at first as a hard
customer to handle, but finally found it
a good thing to wake him up at bugle
call
81 can't git EN- up,
l amt git 'em up;
/ IN git EN- up IN the morning."
When the notes rang out at sunrise
Mr.. Fish thought he vas being sere-
naded, but in a very short time the
clatter of accoutrements n the sound
of voices reused him from his slumbers
and he realized that his bed was really
the hard board he had dreamed about
| not a dream.
go to the stable,
All We that are able
And give you horses some corn"
When Mr.. Fish answered this bugle
call and arrived at the quarters of his
mount he fOund some rangers trying tc
get a bit into the mouth Of a Wild
cayuse from Dallas, n hat had never
been properly straddled by a human
being.
Let me take a fall out Of that horse"
said Fish. Il suppose I'll have to do ii
pretty soon anyhow, and l may as wei
begin at the worst quicker in the camp
He was shortly accommodated, and in
less time than it takes to go into the
details Mr.. Hamilton Fish, jr., was
doing some Of the most ungratefu>
stunts ever witnessed in a Antonio
But it is worth while to state, If only
to tell, the truth, that Mr.. Fish stayed
! and, moreover, broke the bucker sc
completely that the animal bowed his
weary head and trotted off to water
with the New Yorker comfortably set
tied on his back.
1t is the general impression at Camp
Roosevelt now that Fish is one of Buff
falo Bills rough riders travelling incog
Alkali Wilson, Lariat Leonard anC
Hank Harness, better known as the
Barking Walrus from Tucson" called
on Fish as a committee and invited
him to 60 down to Weller's ranch anC
Zine in a dance, o. goin' on
Guy HOLSTER, Harry Bull, Pierce Gas.