The Havre herald. [volume] (Havre, Mont.) 1904-1908, 1907-03-29


mas was character man Of few
words, but of great muscular strength,
and, moreover. frightfully SCARED.
He was silent and inclined to be mo-
rose at first, but after he learned Blair
was from McCloud he unbent q bit
and after time began asking ques-
tons which indicated surprising IA
miliarity with the northern country
and with our road. In particular, this
man asked what had become Of Bucks
and, when told what big railroad
man he had grown, asserted, with a
sudden bitterness and without in any
way leading up to it, that with Bucks
on the West End there never would
have been strike.
Sitting at their campfire while their
crews mingled, Blair noticed in the
flicker Of the blaze how seemed the
throat and breast OF the cattleman
were. Even his sinewy forearms were
drawn out of shape. He asked, too,
whether Blair recollected the night the
barracks burned, but Blair at that time
was east Of the river and SO explained,
tAAouSA LIZ 1CldCCu W luc Co"DUy 1uSI-
dents Of the fire which he had heard,
among others the story Of Fitzpatrick
and Siclone Clark.
"And Fitzpatrick is alive, and ST.
clone is dead,' said Blair in concIu-
sion. But the cowboy disputed him.
"You mean Clark is alive and Fitz-
patrick is dead" said he.
HNo COMMANDED Ci1ror
rick is running an engine up there
now. saw him within three months.'
But the cowboy was loath to convic-
ton.
Next morning their trails forked
The foreman seemed disinclined to
part from the surveyors, and while the
bunch was starting he rode long way
with Blair, talking in random way.
Then, suddenly wheeling, he waved a
goodby with his heavy stetson and,
galloping hard, was soon lost to the
north in the ruts Of the Yellow Grass.
When Blair came In he told Neighbor
and me about it. Blair had never seen
Siclone Clark and so was no judge as
to his identity, but Neighbor believes
yet that Blair camped that night way
down In the Panhandle with no other
than the cowboy engineer.
Once again, that only two years ago,
something came back to us.
Holmes Kay, one Of our staff Of sur
geons, the man, In fact, who took care
Of Fitzpatrick, enlisted in Illinois and
went with the First to Cuba. They
got in front Of Santiago just after the
hard fighting of July /, and Holmes
was detailed for hospital work amorg
Roosevelt's men, who had suffered Sc
verely the day before.
One Of the wounded, a sergeant, had
sustained gunshot wound in the jaw,
and in the confusion had received
scant attention. Kay took hold Of
him. He was cowboy, like most Of
the rough riders, and after his jaw
was dressed Kay made some remark
about the hot fire they had been
through before the blockhouse.
I'D been through a hotter before
ever saw Cuba" answered the rough
rider as well as he could through his
bandages The remark directed Kay's
breast and neck, which were a mass
Of scars.
"Where are you from? asked
Holmes.
Everywhere"
"Where did you get burned that
wayY'
'Out on the plains"
"HowW
But the poor fellow went off into
delirium and to the surgeons amaze
ment began repeating train orders.
Kay was paralyzed at the way he
talked our lingo-and cowboy. When
he left the wounded man for the night
he resolved to question him more
closely the next day, but the next day
orders came to rejoin his regiment at
the trenches. The surrender shifted
things about, and Kay, though he
made repeated inquiry, never saw the
man again.
Neighbor when he heard the story
was only confirmed in his belief that
the rough rider was Siclone Clark.
give you the tales as they came to me
y
] myself believe that If Siclone Clark
is still alive he will one day yet come
back to where he was best known and,
in spite Of his faults, best liked. They
talk Of him out there as they do Of
old man Sankey.
I say I believe IL he lives he will one
day come back. The day he does will
be great day in McCloud. On that
day Fitzpatrick will have to take down
the little tablet which he placed in
the brick facade Of the hotel which
now stands on the site Of the old bar
racks, for as that tablet now stands
1t is sacred to the memory of Slclone
Clark.
The Ostrfch's Mistake.
A trained ostrich recently discon-
certed its exhibitor at music hall