Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1913-04-18

first saw the major in South Al
fica, and | got to know him. as Few
other men know him, while we were
both serving the British East African
government. This friendship between
us is one, for my own part, winch
years can not lessen.
What a history the man has DacK
of his forty-odd years! What name
he has won for himself on the held
of battle and in police duties! It
seems almost impossible to tell all he
has seen, accomplished and endured.
Perhaps one day some one will ven
ture to record in book form the many
deeds of daring this fraillooking Aus
tralian has to his credit. 1t would be
mighty task, but the result should
be worthy of the effort, for know OF
no man who has more material to
draw upon, vivid true-to-life happen
ings in varied career Of excite
ment.
Ross was born in Australia way
back in the seventies or may be the
sixties. Emigrating to America when
still boy, he held first one post
and then another, until finally he drift
ed to Canada and enlisted in the
world famous Canadian mounted po-
| lice.
Sometimes, if you can get him into
a laxative mood, he will tell you of
riding many miles to capture danger
GUS criminals single-handed. Ross tells
with smile that he was never known
| to fail on one of these hazardous un-
dertakings. If you look at his face,
you can understand why this is So
| 1t is not easy to get him to talk, but
| fortunately his record is so well
known that it is not difficult matter
to gather material on his life.
/ remember one day when we went
in camp together in East Africa
keeping law and order in new dia-
mond field rush, which turned out
fizzle-Ross began to talk after din
ner of some of his adventures with
the gunner and illicit liquor men in
the northwest of Canada.
He told us Of one day capturing a
band of four bandits, who were noto-
rious for the number Of men they
| had killed. Ross was sent out with
trooper to capture them alive if pos
sible We gods! think of it! Two
| men to capture the four worst men
| in Canada! The two men rode across
the plains for several days until
they finally came upon the camp of
| the bandits.
I'VE got 'em," ended Ross. Be
ing pressed for further particulars, he
reluctantly told us a few details of
| the capture.
Our arrival was surprise he
| continued Il walked into their camp
accompanied by my trooper. Neither
| of us had drawn gun. Bandits or
no bandits, they ali know they can't
fool the N. w. NJ Police. One darn
ed fool drew gun, but I'm mighty
| quick with my pea-shooter and winged
him The others submitted, and we
brought 'em back to the chief It
was sure some soft snap, that. The
! Door fellow / had shot was buried
| where he fell by his comrades. They
/ didn't like doing it, but a six-shooter
covering you makes man do what
he's ordered. Leastwise, it always
has in my experiences"
It is only by looking into his eyes
| and catching the lines OF his mouth,
hidden partially by "a 2heavy mus
tache, that one can read that behind
this hardened exterior turks a heart
fall of kindness for a comrade in dis
| tYess. Strange to relate he is pow
ar with women. All women like him,
and he himself loves the society OF
tie gentler sex. In the summer of
1910 Ross was happily married in Lon
don and has taken his wife back to
East Africa with him. Many a fair
lady's heart will be jealous Of the
woman who has become Mrs. Ross.
One day, when riding together
across the Athi Plains, Ross told me
that he had spent some years In
Utah. asked him = if he was a
Mormon.
Sure thing, young teller. I'm bish-
op in the church" he laughed. and the
merry twinkle in his eye warned me
that little coaxing might bring out
. good story. And presently he
told me about his stay in Salt Lake
City.
Il gotten run out OF there. / mis-
remember what for. The Mormon re-
Iigion is sure some fine thing. All
your wives save up all the yellerleg-
ged chickens to try and coax you to
favor them. don't believe in no sif-
fragette: Mormon ladies for mine.
Say, ! guess you better join that out
1T All you gotta do is to stand up
one day in the Tabernacle and an
nounce that you've had revelation
for Sister Jane, and she becomes a
number i've or whatever number is
next vacant In your catalogue. sure
had some mighty fine revelations in
Salt Lake City Say. young Teller,