The Little River news., 1920-07-28
SW0RE BY TEDDY
Yellowstone Park Rangers With
 Roosevelt to a Man.
Coloners Characteristic Greeting of Down-and-outer, Whom He Had
 Known in Happier Days, Is
 Still Remembered.

Of the few out-of- f-season visits paid to the Yellowstone, that of Colonel Roosevelt, who, when president, spent "A days of the late winter of 1903 there, has the most prominent page in the annals of the Spread Eagle rangers. He found the scouts. then serving as chaperons for luckless cavalry troop CTS and doing their own work besides, 10 be men after his own heart, and did not hesitate to say so. Before he had been in the park q week every ranger was swearing by him.
 Anybody know the whereabouts of one William JOnes?" was, one of the colonePs early inquiries.
 Jim Mcbride, the preeSnt chief ranger, who was then assistant chief of the park scouts under the late Buff falo Jones, knew Bill Jones, wood chopper and neer-do-well, chiefly re- markable for an unsuitable thirst and knack of ministering to 1t in bone dry park. He was about the last man In the Rockies for whom president. of the United States would be expected
  to inquire.
 Bill put me into office snce." said Roosevelt. "I want to see him. drunk or sober"
 He further explained that the dere- lict had been sheriff during his own days as ranehman and had made him deputy in horsethief posse.
 tsNnly tkrcro Ao tD GDl thot l,I horned toad and bring him in," said Mcbride, in recalling the incident, but just to listen in at the coloners hearty greeting of that down-and-out- CT was pay in full.
 "'Well, Ted, you got a right swell job since I seen you last Jones re- marked when they had exchanged how'd'ye-do's; but that needn't stand between friends-I got something on my hip
 Colonel Roosevelt. didn't partake, but he did spend the best part of an hour swapping yarns of the days when Bill was white man and sheriff of his county. The woodchopper tried to buck up after his talk with the presi- dent, but it wasn't to be done. The next winter we found him dead in the brush over on Bear creek.
 "The colonel was enthusiastic over the sport of ski running, and was something of performer on the slabs himself for novice. He strapped his feet into them as often as opportunity offered. One morning on slide near the Canon hotel he broke one ski and came heavy cropper.
 ""The government has fallen at last ? he cried with a mOlar showing grin, as coasted down to help un- tangle a living president and pair of dead sticks.
 He was looking at the wreck he had made of the hickory slabs when Capt. John Pitcher of the First cav airy then in command of the park, ar rived.
 "'Have you plenty of these? Teddy said.
 "Only few pairs, and they are the property of the interior depart ment," replied the officer.
 Tn less than three weeks there came rush shipment of hundred pairs.
 "Next afternoon the president chal- lenged me to race on snow shoes from Canyon to Mammoth, q distance of thirty-one miles. Those with him decided that the trip would be an un- wise strain upon him, and began to argue against his attempting it. H. got me to one side after while and whispered:
 "'Well let them talk, Mcbride. Just you stick around until midnight. They'll be asleep then, and we'll hit the trail Y