The daily morning journal and courier., 1903-07-15
STEAK MADE HUGO FAMOUS
HOW JACK KEPPEL COOKED
 THE FAMOUS COWBOY
Breakfast for the President and Then
 Yelled.

Undoubtedly the most picturesque Feature of President Roosevelt's recent tour of the country was the one that made the town of Hugo, Col, famous the cowboy breakfast and it's T-bone steak. Seldom has cowboy break fast been considered an event of suffi- cient note to have it's details described in the public press, but this one, with the president Of the United States as guest of honor, will be for many years the great occasion in the history of Hugo, and May 4, the date on which it was given, will not soon be forgotten. The cook who cooked this breakfast and who glories in this exalted bit of cookery is Jack" Keppel, who deserted his herds and rode many miles in order to be on hand and officiate at Hugo.
 was proud" said MT. Keppel, "quite proud when the Lincoln county Cattle Growers. association, at the sug- gestion of Judge c. M. Miles, of Hugo, selected me to take charge of the cook ing of the cowboy breakfast which Wet had determined to serve to President. Roosevelt. The The Holt Live Stock company's chuck wagon was drivenf down to Hugo for my use, and it wass well supplied, as it was ready to start next day on it's regular roundup route, It was in charge of Foreman s. G. Sherman, by whom it was kindly of fered to us. As my assistant for the, great enterprise I had that old veteran of the range, John Heyman as good camp man as ever drew breath, so long as he was awake, and, thus fixed up, I, felt fully equal to the great undertak- ing ahead of me. On Friday preceding the eventful Monday, May 4. when the president was to come through, went to Hugo from my ranch at Arroyo, to get everything shipshape and in order. tOn that evening we swung the pot rack and cleared a space about the rear end d1. the chuck wawon, and on Saturday we unpacked the provisions and laid in butter and such things as had been, overlooked.
 On Sunday, just to get my hand in and have things in working order, I; cooked a couple of dozen rawhides' from Denver. hadn't done any cook ing for five years and was little; shaky about the job I had ahead of me-, but the way those people ate and ate and came back for more convinced me that John and could do the big stunt as we'll as anybody. Sunday night, about ha1f-past eight o'clock, closed off the feeding and left nothing on but the beans, which cooked over a roaring fire till twelve o'clock. While thel beans were cooking number of old, timers gathered around the camp-firel and swapped lies and sang songs ands kept me company. It was a fine night, and they were all sorry when twelve! o'clock came and took off the beansV and drove them all away. And hatedt to do it. too, but it was late enough and I had important work ahead of me fort the morning.
 T rolled out my bedding right along side the campfire and turned into my blankets a little before one o'clock. F could hear the others celebrating up-s town and I wished I could be with them, but knew that would never do for me. A few hours later I was up wooling5 John Heyman to get him awake, and beating around with club to find day. light in the dark The first thing did after making up my fire was to put the s@beans back on. John and then made twelve gallons of coffee in three big pots, and got the fried potatoes ready. The next thing was to make the bis cults and put them in the Dutch ovens ready to bake. I made eight dozen of these and patted them out round and