26 RECREATION. 
There were 2, but not enough for us. We 
were entitled to 4 by law, it was our last 
chance, and we wished to use it. My hand 
was by no means well. I still carried it in 
a sling. When I wished to use my rifle 
I slipped my hand out, laid the barrel across 
my elbow and could shoot fairly well. Sam. 
and I separated, intending to bring our 
game to camp before dark and in time to 
fix up the horses so we could start back to 
town in the morning. I had been gone from 
Sam about half an hour when I heard him 
shoot. He beat me again, but the same 
thing happened. He was driving the deer 
to me for I had not walked over 300 yards 
when I was aware that 2 deer were coming 
down a hill directly in front of me. When 
I first saw them they were too far away 
to shoot, so I waited and they came on. 
THE 1903 
DR. J. 
A register was sent from Washington to 
me, 
It opened at the old Fifth Horse in a fam- 
iliar way, 
But were it not for a few things that woke 
a tender chord, 
I should have sworn that roster false and 
proved it with my sword. 
Those few remained, but higher up I no- 
ticed them to be 
Than when we last saw Skimezin in his 
rude rancheree. 
They’re higher up than in the days when 
Superstition Mount, 
And Slim Buttes by the subs were held as 
scraps on which to count. 
As I viewed this register, outgrown in 
shape and size, 
A kind of hazy atmosphere seemed settling 
fore my eyes; 
I was again upon the plains beside the 
treacherous Platte, 
And scouting on the Yellowstone led by 
the Little Bat. 
It seemed as if I jogged along, the way 
we used to go, 
Across the bad lands guided by Bill Cody 
and Old Joe. 
And o’er the Arizona trails through can- 
yons deep and grand, 
With noseless Cooley leading on the Aravi- 
pai band. 
With thoughts like these what wonder I 
should turn 
When they were within 100 yards of me 
they suddenly turned to the right. Now 
or never! I twisted a 30-30 soft nose 
through a good rifle barrel, and headed it 
for the same old place. The deer stepped out 
of the way and the bullet smashed against a 
big rock. He turned around and I| dropped 
another bullet in front of him. Then he 
wheeled and came straight for me. I think 
he was guessing hard. He came to a clump 
of brush and stopped within 50 yards. I 
made him a present of another 30-40, and 
he received it in the heart, dropping where 
he was. I went to him and found I had 
hit him through the shoulder. There was 
an old wound also, so I turned him over 
and found, to my own satisfaction, that he 
and I had met before. 
REGISTER. 
S. KENNEDY, 
To this new register, surprised and with no 
small concern. 
Or that I should exclaim aloud as if the 
walls had ears 
And tongue to free my mind of doubts and 
hopes and fears. 
“Where’s Emory, Duncan, Hart, and Crit? 
Where's Jaky Gordon? Where? 
Where’s Billy Royal? Do you dare to say 
they are not there? 
Where’s Mason, Burns and Gassy Brown? 
Where’s Sinbad, Prince and Payne? 
Where’s Charlie Rockwell, Rodgers, all 
brave knights without a stain? 
Where’s Almy of San Carlos 
Where’s Bobby London, say? 
You know t’was Bob that ‘Charlie King 
gave to the world in Ray. I—— 
But here a voice both shrill and strong 
broke in and sternly said: 
“Go mix yourself a toddy, Tubbs, those fel- 
lows are all dead.” 
A sadness fell upon me, I felt 
aggrieved, oppressed, 
And to the wraith that spoke to me I thus 
myself addressed: 
“T’is many moons since I have drained the 
bracing, -stirring cup, 
But come, my man, bring forth your grog 
and fill the beaker up; 
It must be that I’m getting old and ebbing 
with the tide, 
How? Here’s to it! I'll strike their camp 
beyond the Big Divide.” 
fame? 
then, 

