Bismarck daily tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, Dakota [N.D.]) 1881-1916, 1900-09-19
HIS old FRIENDS
Cordial Greeting Pass Between Roose-
velt and Old Friends Of the
Bad Lands.
8s0ld Timers of the Cattle Region are
Warmly Greeted BY the Repnb-
lican Statesman. Il
Interesting Incidents Recalled Of Roose-
velt's Roughing it in the Far
5.ss West. s,s
(From the Chicago Record 5

(F'rom the Chicago Record 81
Theodore Roosevelt, sitting upon I
broncho, born and busted z In the val
fey of the Little Missouri, looking
down upon the tiny town of Medora
and surrounded by a few old friends Of
his cow-p punching days, today said:
Here the romance of my life began
Governor, & suggested joe Ferris.
who led Teddy to his first buffalo bull,
Governor. I don't beieye you'd ever
done SO well if you hadn't bucked up
agin he real thing with us frs. t.''si Z
hats exactly right, Joe, !" replied
Roosevelt. .I had studied a lot about
men and things before saw. you fell.
lows, but it was only when came out
here that i began to know anything
or to measure men right Z z. f ,.i V
He galloped with his old mates oyer
the grass lands upon the mesa, 800
feet sheer above the valley. He counted
the towering buttes to the south and
west that mark the march of Custer
when he finished his last campaign
against the army of the SiouxA
i From where he rode he could see the
red-waHed mesas that rose above his
own ranches of Maltese Cross and Elk
Horn, thirty miles apart, across the
valley, and to his companions he
pointed out the distant peaks and
gorges where sixteen years ago and
later they stalked elk together and shot
m sheep from high places on
the rocks. s 5 "a fs8 35 ss 81 i5. ai5
Suppress the band or make it play
sacred music that was the order tele-
;graphed ahead when Gov. Roosevelt
found his Sunday morning stops were
being celebrated by such tunes as "Hot
Time in the Old Town and "Come
Kiss Your Honey Boy. = The band
master at Dickinson, Roosevelt's old
shipping point, searched his msaser
repertoire for some mething suitable for
"a Sabbath concert, and pitched on
'lsianrgia Camp Meetin.' because le
had not anything else with even a sug-
gestion uf the desired religious solcm-
nifty y.
M The rough rider has been puzzled for
a week over the question whether 10
stop for a handshake today with his
eM neighbors of the cattle region and
8run the risk Of raising a protest about
sabbath breaking or to lock himself up
in his carr run past the scenes of what
he calls his happiest days and incur
the suspicion of his former comrades
that he had passed them up.
He decided in favor Of his comrades
of the days when he was a deputy IN
der Sheriff " He'll Roaring Bill Junes.''
and before breakfast was over he was
dropping off his ear at lonetytl little COW
towns, where groups Of nashaven men
slapped him on the should ef and said
n clio. Ted 81 . to his ' Hello, Yank Joe
and Bill s. There was nothing Of ::.le
political junket about hes, visits,
Roosevelt only lounging about for a
few minutes among the men, all Of
whom knew him personally, and shak-
ing hands with the men and children
who focked about the station, dressed
in their Sunday best
AT Mandan { joe Ferris, Roosevelt's
partner in the Little Missouri region
of the Bad Lands fifteen years ago,
came aboard. The governor at once
had another place set at the breakfast
table, and from there to Medora, the
new name for Little Missouri, the talk
was all OF the rough riding, cow
punching, gnn-play incidents in which
they both figured and which are part Of
the local history of strenuous days that
are no more
They recalled the boom days of Me-
dora. when the Marquis de Mores Law
ished his wealth upon a fantastic
dream of outdoing Chicago and Kansas
City, with the vast abattoirs he built
there for slaugh ghtering cattle and toll
stories that set the table In q roar and
brought the tears to { joe, Ferris eyes.
The governor could hardly walt Tor
the train to stop at Meiora, He
craned his neck out Of the window for
miles before the tiny village, nesting
IL the basin Of the Little Missouri
came into view from the steep incline
that leads down toward the west into
the Bad ands.
He was off and in the hands of hts