New-York tribune., 1909-12-05


How memory round tire old time plays =
The davs out in the great West land
When life was taken IN the had
Tire Poet scout
Surrounded by Mexican saddles. lariatS.
worn chaps. and breathing the atmosphsr,
Of the frontier and the days that have gone
never to return. four hundred members
of the Camp Fire Club of America gath
cred last night on the roof OF the Hotel
Astor 20 pay homage 10 Buffalo" Jones'
Who Is Buffalo" Jones? Shades OF "Kit'
Carson. Texas Jack" and wild BHr'
HikOks
Known 20 his enemies "a u G." Bur-
fsIo Jones is one Of the men who used to
60 around making the Indians take 70 the
tall timber and incidentally killing OF
few big chiefs instead Of going 10 a
matinee. He gained much reputation for
his fight for the preservation OF the buf-
faIo. His herd out on his ranch in the
Grand Canyon OF the Arizona is one OF
the few left In existence. AT the invita-
tion of the Camp Fire Club he came on
East. and in a costume right from the
wild and woOIly. with Captain Jack
Crawford. was the centre Of attention.
The dinner was presided over by William
T. Hornaday. curator OF The Bronx Zoo
logical Gardens. and gathered around the
tdDleS were men WHO udNN AoipNel t1e
track Of the game. large and small all
over the world. On each table was a small
camp fire pot. and around the walls were
trophies OF the chase from every cline
In addition TO Buffalo Jones. the speak
ers OF the evening we're Mr.. Hornsday.
who spoke on Buffalo Jones on the Buff
falo Plains: Ernest Seton Thompson. In
the Far North; Charles 5. Bird. "On the
Kaibab Plateau" and Captain Jack
Crawford. who recited several OF his poems
among which was one In Buckskin DAYS"
written for the occasion.
OF noise there was plenty. WarwhOops
and the shrill cry of the cOwman or on a
rampage with his four months pay in mis-
belt ioated out onto the Great Whit.
Way" while Mr.. Hornaday pleaded in vain
for quiet. Finally. when every one was ex-
hausted and some new members had been
Initiated. Mr.. Hornaday told Of the passing
of the oldtime West.
There isn't any more West" he said
for no more does the wagon train vend
its zigzag journey over the desert and thu
plain. nor does the prospector set out with
his burros in quest for gold; and. last ~
all. the Indians are good, and you can't
possibly stir up fight"
Most every one having absorbed the at
mosphere of the room looked sOrrowfuI az
this news. and then the toastmaster intro
duced Captain Jack as the Poet Scout"
and the Bobby Burns OF the Far West"
With his long white hair reaching 20 hi.
waist and in a voice that one could mag
inc leading fOrlOrn hope Captain Jack
started in.
II am not egOtistical." he said. "and
would lick the man who said / was. but
don't wonder that your POSTMASTER could
not find appropriate words with which %
introduce me. I am not an ignoramus.
either. but just bronco gentleman from
the West"
Then he went into eulOgy OF William
Jennings Bryan. whom he described as a
great bronco" His poems brought ths
Camp Firers 10 their feet. and he had To
reeite several of them over and over again.
Buffalo Jones himself spoke on Down
TO Date" and also told OF the passing OF
the West and the fight he had made for
the preservation OF the buffalo. which ran
over the prairie in countless numbers when
he hit the Western country as boy.