The Dickinson press., 1905-10-28
Good Story About Kodak fiends at
Medora.

Med0ra.
The Forum, under the caption of
Reflections" by Rube Allyn, recently
printed the following story:
l had pleasant day at Medora re-
Gently. This now historical spot, with
its Roosevelt associations, is we'll worthy
OF visit. The old Marquis de Mores
packing house has sign in large red
letters telling the world: "Any respon-
sible person can have this building and
machinery, rent free, who will use it for
any suitable industry" 1t was sug-
gestion of Madam de Mores on her
recent visit. Womanlike, she does not
like to see it go to waste.
The present crop of COW boys do not
know much about Mr.. Roosevelt. l
heard stranger ask one of them:
"Where did Roosevelt live when he
was here?" ,
81 don't know. Say. 'rom," he called
to another bright specimen, "where did
that Professor Roosevelt live?"
Mr.. Davis, the Fargo travelling man
who sells all the cigars that are smoked
from Fargo west. and myself, enjoyed
strenuous few minutes while we waited
at the depot for train. The westbound
flyer stopped to have hot.box cooled
Oft. The passengers crowded the plat
forms, and the women were dying for
information about Medora. Several of
them carried kodaks.
! "Tell us about Medora, quick. Did
the president live here? Where was it?
Want to get picture" pleaded sweet
lady.
| Certainly, lady," said Davis. "You
see those buildings? Well, that's the
slaughter house where the Marquis de
Mores and the president fought duel
with butcher knives"
"Where? Where? Let me see,"
called several voices, and Davis and
were surrounded in minute by eager
tourists.
"Yon see that spot in the river below
that outcrop of coal?" continued Mr.
|, Davis.
eyes, yes"
: f"Well, that's where the president
: syam his horse into the river and the
: horse was washed from under him and
drowned, and so swift was the food that
the president was carried ten miles down
, the river before he could swim ashore.
Then if you'll look over to the right a
little further you'll see a big gouge in
the hill. That's where the landslide
occurred with the president on top of it.
Amy other man would have been killed,
but the president could ride anything, a
: landslide or anything"
Kodaks keptclinking.
IF you'll now look up the gulch, ladies
and gentlemen, you will see the daylight
| through two holes in the soporiforous
rock. These holes are known as the
presidents glasses, through which he
T saw the United States when it first started
: to come his way. Now, look directly
north, please, and you will see small
+ structure about the size OF two dog
houses. That is the saloon where Presi-
5 dent Roosevelt always rode by without
getting off his horse, or even looking as
he knew there was saloon there. He
never even acted as if he smelled it.
. That black dog trotting along toward
, that store belongs to Joe Ferris, the post.
master and President Roosevelt's friend
: That dog once growled at the president.
, If you will now look southeast you will
see man on white horse herding
cattle. That is Mr.. Sylvane Ferris,
ranger and part owner of the famous
Maltese Cross beefsteak factory where
President Roosevelt rounded up meat
enough in one day to swamp Armour &,
Co. This, ladies, is the little depot
where the president always bought a
first class ticket from here to Chimney
Butte, although he had pass in his
pocket. Just step aside, mister, until
show you this nail sticking up. There il
is. This is the same nail the president
tripped on and tore the sole off his
shoe T"
E "Where is Chimney Butte?" was
! asked.
"You can't see it from here" replied
Davis seriously, "but you can see that
cloud in the distance; that's the smoke
from the chimney"
"Who are you, anyway" inquired an
: old lady.
E "I'm the first white child - began
] Davis.
He got no further.
81 want your picture. want you,
picture" they all yelled. He backed ur
. against the depot and twenty kodaks
were turned on him.
, Just then the train pulled out.
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