The Hennessey Clipper. (Hennessey, Okla.), Vol. 17, No. 11, Ed. 1 Thursday, August 9, 1906 Page: 3 of 8
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BY "ELllOTT FLOWt'R
he suppressess anarchy.
(Copyright, by the Century Co.)
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On a beat to which Policeman Har-
ney Flynn was once assigned there
was a most troublesome character. He
was dangerous or harmless, according
to the point of v.t w. If he had been
deprived of his tongue he certainly
would have been harmless, for in the
matter of physical prowess he w is
about as meek and una3 umlng a man
as one could well And. It he had had
a brain at all commensurate with his
linguistic powers he also would have
been harmless, or pernaps even a
power for good.
Policeman Flynn saw a crowd gath-
ered about him one day, and listened
to the harangue tor a lew minutes.
Then he gently elbowed his way to the
man's side, and suggested, "Ye betther
be movin' along.
"This is a free coun'ry," retorted
the man.
"K-right ye ara," answered Police-
Adventures in the lives of Montana i
ranchmen are such common history j
that a 1,200-mile ride across the vast ,
dreary pampas of Argentina in search
of profitable cattle lands is only an
incident in the year's exepriences and.
from the point of view of the men
themselves, scarcely worth the relat- j
ing. Still, there is another point of
view, and so, even if damp winds ut-
ter unendingly across the bay, mak-
ing those hardy men of deeds shiver
and wish to withdraw from the story-
telling field, it is well worth while to
insist that something be said.
Hither on the steamer Arabistan
the other day came two strapping
Montana cattle grows named William
Coburn and Abe Gill, recent travelers
from Bahia Blanca, eastern Argentina,
to Lake Xahuel Huapi, western Ar-
gentina—unheard-of places which are
known only to the well-informed mem-
bers of that part of the world and to
map specialists of all other parts of
the world. These two men were in
Neu Quen last • February—and there-
by hangs an interesting tale.
First of all, they had been living
many years in the cattle-growing lands
of Montana. Back in the '80s and
early in the '90's the state of
Montana was scantily populated
and there was land in abund-
ance. So hordes of men wishful of
wealth divided up the state until
eventually possessors of gorgeous
imaginations conceived that a crowd-
ed state of affairs existed. From time
to time came to these men rumors of
the valuable lands of South America.
Especially the word "pampas" was
used in descriptions in the most glow-
ing terms.
For one thing, rumor said that these
pampas were much like the lands of
old Montana and that there were
countless opportunities for the early
goers to that part of the world. Also,
rumors said that there were many
difficulties—difficulties of access, diffi-
culties of living, difficulties of owner-
ship—the list of hardships ran on in-
definitely. But to all these addenda
the imaginative men of Montana
laughed scornfully. They said:
"Have we not undergone hardships
to bring value out of this state? Did
we not come here when there were
countless hardships and did we not
succeed? Have we, therefore, any-
thing new to learn down there in
South America? The essential thing
to keep in mind is the question: Are
there opportunities on the pampas?
Is there a great extent of cheap land
on which we can raise cattle? Can
we stake out thousands and thousands
of acres in return for our presence
there? As for the rest—but we are no
tenderfeet. We guess we can take
care of ourselves."
And that was how Abe Gill, of
Sandusky, and William Coburn, of
Brookside, two men from settlements
in the county of Chouteau, Mont.,
mounted their bronchos last Thanks-
giving day, waved good-by to their as-
sembled friends and rode to the near-
est railroad station, bound for the
pampas of Argentina for an inspection
of the alleged magnificent cattle lands
there.
At the capital of Argentina officials
told them loud tales about the hard-
ships of the pampas—loud tales espe-
cially of the dry, sandy pampas, where
men could travel for days without wa-
ter and food, occasionally meeting
only stray Indian people, and also
these informants toid of the unex
plored wilderness in ti ? foothills of
the Andes and of the brigands there-
abouts and of the stern character of
the inhabitants, some of whom. It was
rumored, traced their descent from
the Incas and knew noth ng at all
about white people.
The news, however, was not at all
alarming to the cattlemen from Mon-
tana. for they had seen sandy wastes
before and had ridden many days
without food or water and had looked
upon Indians and upon bad men.
They dismissed the malodorous in-
formation and began to ask questions
about their course, the character of
the land Itself and the enduring pow-
I ers of horses in Argentina. Argen-
tine men heard all these questions
with amazement. Obviously, these
strangers were not joking. They in*
j tended to travel across that dreary
waste from Neu Quen to Lake Ndhuel
' Huapti—from Neu Quen. which is
1,000 miles beyond Buenos Ay res, to
Lake Xahuel Huapti, which was 1.000
miles beyond Neu Quen.
| "Caramba!" said the Argent inos.
"All the cattle lands in the disputed
territory are not worth a month's ab-
sence from the cafes and the haunts
of men of the world!" So they called
the Americans from Montana very pe-
culiar people and concluded that, there
were excellent reasons why a country
of such men could defeat the soldiery
of Spain in spite of all the greatness
of history. But when they watcVed
them go they wondered seriously if
they would ever come back. And then
they shrugged their shoulders and re-
turned to their siestas.
Now, Bahia Blanca was beyond
Buenos Ay res two days and two
nights, along an ancient Argentine
railroad, remotely related to the
dingiest backwoods railroad in the
United States. There were no parlor
cars on this system and even the or-
dinary seats look cheerless save to a
gtiacho or a peon or an Indian from
the neighborhood of the pampas, and
the schedule was nonchalant and the
engine a wheezy, puffy affair, always
groaning and grunting like a man
with an overgrown waist line.
So this trip southward was unend-
ing. First the railroad bent inward
like a hoop until it touched at Gen-
eral Acha—which is named after one
of the successful revolutionary he-
roes of South America—and from
General Acha curved eastward, back
to the region of fresh air and vege-
tation. until it reached Bahia Blanca.
It was now January, and time to
be off on the hunt for cattle lands. At
last, however, the little puffing west-
bound train bumped into the squat
station at Bahia Blanca. leaving be-
hind it a long trail of black smoke
and rumbling presentiments of an im-
mediate general explosion of its in-
terior. Two hours later the travelers
from Montana looked out of a car
window and with one glance saw
Bahia Blanca from end to end. and
then they lit their pipes and reclined
indolently, speculating on the possi-
bilities of a tiresome trip.
They saw Neu Quen after two days
and two nights of alternate heat and
cold. Neu Quen was a village of a
few houses, resembling a small set-
tlement of Yaquis in Mexico. So the
strangers decided to remain there
briefly and went in search of bron-
chos sturdy enough for a 400-mile trip
southwest. At seven o'clock one cool
evening they started. Men told them
they would flnd water 85 miles be-
yond.
They cantered off. leading a light-
ly-weighted pack horse. Within five
minutes Neu Quen was ancient his-
tory, and they, were scattering the
stony sand of the pampas.
The men rode all night, and in the
morning paused beside a group of
cactus plants.dropped off their horses
and slept for two hours. Then the
sun burst forth in nil the radiance
of equatorial glory and flooded the
world with heat. They arose sleep-
ily, climbed on their drooping South
American bronchos and cantered ofT
to the southward, where rumor had
located a "broichies''—a store. The
air was like the breath of an Arizona
desert, the winds blew off the sand,
carrying a million particles and spray-
ing the riders from head to foot, ir-
ritating their faces until they were
compelled to cover their exposed
skin with handkerchiefs, and thus
they rode across the pampas, wonder-
ing if the South American world bo-
longed to a limitless inferno.
Finally they dropped off their bron-
chos on to the glistening sand and
fell Into dreamless sleep, minding not
at all the increasing heat rays and
the flurry of cutting particles of
! South American territory. Also the
bronchos lay flat on their sides, pant-
| ing rapidly.
1 So the two Americans progressed
I toward the foothills of the Andes, al-
ways bound for a place called Lake
Xahuel Huapi. On the eighth day
they arrived—two sand-veneered pil-
grims out of the boundless spaces of
' the pampas, who looked so black that
native Argentinos and Chileans mar-
veled greatly when these newcomers
failed to respond to them in the lan-
guage of the land.
Eventually they drifted into Chi-
lelo, which is one of the Argentine
j provinces in the boundary lands—in
the Si strict called the "Legion of the
King's Award," because King Ed-
ward VII. apportioned it between the
{ chafing powers of Argentina and
Chili. Here they met Chilian gauch-
ers, who gasped when they saw the
strange visitors lasso steers with su-
i preme dexterity. The native cattle-
men courteously asked the new-
comers to illustrate further, and then,
in all the pride and glory of their
' training and their citizenship, Messrs.
Gill and Coburn threw steer after
' steer, neatly branded them, and In
i general performed with such rapid-
ity that the native rancheros opened
their eyes* wide and chattered con-
! stantly.
B#t these were pleasant diversions
of the long ride in the country of Ar-
j gentina. There came a January day
when the sun warmed the foothills of
j the Andes with summer heat and the
world was very beautiful. Still, it
I was not wise traveling to neglect the
rocky road for the pleasures of the
i scenery, for eventually the horse of
the guide stumbled, lost h s balance,
I and fell off the trail. When the
Americans lay flat on their stomachs
and looked down the abyss into the
mass of foliage below the horse and
I rider were still descending. Manifest-
ly both were dead, so the travelers
gave up all hopes of rescuing them
and resumed their journey.
They were disappointed in the com-
mercial value of this country. Here
and there were excellent cattle graz-
ing lands, but in general there were
no prolonged stretches of first-class
prairies, like the lands of Montana
and of other states ol' North America.
; Besides, the grass was poor in qual-
I ity, the means of transportation hope-
j lessly inadequate to the needs of the
j twentieth century, and. over and
; above all. the cost of the enterprise
i was excessive.
j Therefore they turned and went
| northward until they saw the pam-
pas, and then for nine more days they
! faced the blood heat of the day and
| the chilling frosts of the night and
the pitiless swirl of sand until they
' arrived in Neu Quen again. Thence
they traveled by train to Bahia
Blanca.
The air of Bahia Blanca was sug-
gestive of the air of home and a
steamer was presently sailing from
Kosario. Then there were more days
on^ the shambling train and more as-
sociation with Argentines who knew
very little about Americans, and
talked mightily of Argentina and of
her position among the powers of the
world.
But at last tho travelers arrived in
Kosario and the other day they ar-
rived in the United States. They con-
trasted the United States with the
scorching pampas of western Argen-
tina, and then they looked reflective-
ly for several minutes and Anally
said, drawing in their breaths deep-
ly: "Thank heaven we are back in
God's country once more!"
He Had a Grudge Against the World.
tree 1 i
Niver
ome to.
man Flynn. " 'T is j
l'ave as it is f'r ye to
a nia-an is holdiu' ye."
The man moved on. He said some-
thing about "th? minioni of the law"
and "the bloodhounds of monopoly,"
but something in the expression of Po-
liceman Flynn's face convinced him
that it was wise io move on. Still, he
lived in that vicinity, and it was not
his nature to remain long quiet. St) a
few days later Flynn found him hold-
ing forth in the same strain again,
and again he forced him to move on.
But the policeman was troubled.
"It is ha-ard to know what to do,"
he told his wife. "He do be ma-akin'
a lofof throuble an shtlrrin' up a lot
iv the ign'rant gazabos, but If I r-run
him hi 'twill ma-ake a martyr Iv him,
no liss; an' thin," he added with a
sigh, "I'd be at the nuisance iv appear-
boord,' says th' ma-an, 'an* 1 don't like
th' r-rules.'
" 'There do be «wlnty iv us here that
likes thlm,' says they.
" ' T is no matther,' says th' ma-an.
I know more than all th' rist iv ye,
! an' ye ll ha-ave f'r to change 1111111.'
j " 'Ye'd betther be goin' on about
j ye-er business, says the4'.
"'I will not, says th' ma-an. 'Here
I am an' here I'll shtay, an' if ye don't
i hange th" r-rules to suit me idees I'll
tear th-house down,' lie says. 'Ye're
; all fools, he say.:, 'an' I'm th' only
wise ma-an. an' I'm goin' to tur-rn
loose an' show ye a tiling or two.'
j "They tuk him away in an araby-
! lance," asserted Policeman Flynn, by
! way of conclusion "D' ye see th'
pint?"
| "No," replied the anarchist.
| "If ye don't like th' r-rules iv th*
i house ye re livin' in along with a lot
iv people that w.is mere befoor ye,
! move back into wan iv ye-er own."
i "But 1 have none," said the anar-
I chist, at last grasping the point.
| "Thin build w. n," advised Pollce-
| man Flynn.
| But, of course, nil this wisdom was
I wasted upon the anarchist. He con-
tinued to make rabid speeches when-
ever opportunity offered, and Police-
man Flynn continued to puzzle his
head as to the best method of proce-
dure In the matter.
" T is a sht range thing," he com-
mented one day, "that so manny dif-
| f'rint kinds iv la-eds do be bavin' th'
sa-ame mother-counthry, an'," he add-
ed, solemnly shaking his head, "ye
nlver hear annythln' iv th' father. It
luks ba-ad, it do, f'r a fact. Judgin'
be th' broods some Iv thlm ol' niother-
counthries tur-rns out, 't Is like they
was married an' divoorced tin or
illven times, an' ill' secret iv it all lies
in th' payternlty.'
On another occasion he suggested to
the anarchist, "Th* la-ad that's always
heavin' br-rlcks is th' wan that's sur-
pr-rlsed whin he. gets wan along-side
iv th' head. If ye'll go home an' think
Iv that It ma-ay save ye some throu-
ble."
At last, however, the policeman out-
lined a plan of campaign. He decided
that a loitering anarchist was a men-
ace, while an anarchist on the move
was harmless. " I is only where they
shtop that they ma-ake throuble," he
said. "While tb°y 're movin' they
ha-ave no chanst.' It was after he had
been obliged to order his particular an-
archist to "move on" three times in
one evening that this great idea came
to him. He took the man by the arm
and walked him along.
"To the station?" asked the man,
bitterly.
"Niver," answered Policeman Flynn.
"I'll not do ye that honor. "I've
thried ivory wa-ay to give ye a bit iv
sinse," he went on, ' an' l see ye ha-ave
no pla-ace f'r it in ye-er head. Whin
in' ag in him in coort, an' what, wu'ud
I sa-ay to th' JuJfie? Olio! 1 think 1 ! ye ha-ave business hpre ye ran tell me
see mesilf. j
"'This la-ad," r-'iys I to th' judge, 'is j
shootin' off his mouth an' sayin'
ha-ard things ag'ir. th' governmint.'
" 'D' ye think?' says th' judge to me.
'this gr-reat governmint is afraid iv
th' idle vaporin's iv wan misguided
wr-retch? 'T is the worryin' iv thim
kind iv min that br-rings thim to no-
tice an' ma-akes tl.im dangerous. L'ave
thi 111 alone an' 110 wan 'II notice thim.'
"Thin th' pa-tctrs come out an'
tn-alk iv th' policy iv rap-prlssion ac-
cordin' to th Rooshlan pia-an an' th'
ha-arm that's done be it. An' aft her
that t'is Barney h ;ynn on th' carpet in
th' capt in's office f'r liu-akin' a fool
iv himsilf."
Having thus explained the troubles
that beset official life in a way that
will be appreciated by men in much
higher positions, Policeman Flynn pre-
pared to drop the subject in order to
give his exclusive attention to his pipe
and his paper. But Mrs. Flynn was
not at the end of her resources.
"Why don't ye ha-ave a ta-alk with j
him?" she asked. "Ye might tell him I
th' throuble he's makin' ye."
This seemed so absurd to Policeman
Flynn that he onl> laughed. Never-
theless, the Idea took loot, and one
day, when opportunity offered, he
opened a conversation with the anar-
chist.
"I sup-pose," remarked, "that 't
Is 110 use discussiu' th' matther with
ye, but don't ye see ye're wr-rong, an'
ye're only makin' throuble f'r ye-er-
silf an' f'r me?"
"1 have a right to my views," assert-
ed the anarchist.
"Sure ye ha-ave," admitted Police-
man Flynn, "but ye ha-ave 110 r-right
to be foorcin' thim on others."
"They force theirs on me," protested
the anarchist.
Policeman Flynn gave this phase of
the question thoughtful consideration
before replying.
"Was ye bor-rn in this counthry?"
he asked.
"No," was the leply.
"Are ye a citizen iv it?"
"No."
"Ye ma-ake me think Iv a felly 1
hear-rd lv, said Policeman Flynn,
ever ready to point a moral with a
story. "This fellv had ehtrange idees
iv r-runnin' his house, an' 't was all
r-rlght while he was r-runnin' his own
house an' uot botherln' anny wan Use.
But wan da-ay he moved over to a
boordln'-house.
" 'Come in,' says th' other boorders.
'So long as ye pa-ay ye-er boord an'
live up to th' r-rules we re glad f'r to
ha-ave ye.'
" 'iiut 1 don't intind f'r to pa-ay me
At a Township Primary.
Martin, who is very hard of hearlnt?,
arose in the caucus and nomlnate«t
one Mr. Brown for the office of justice
of the peace.
Mr. Brown prompt'y arose and de-
clined the nomination with thank*,
and while he had the floor he nom-
inated Mr. Martin for the oifice.
Martin, not understanding what
Brown said, but evidently thinking It
some modest remonstrance, arose and
said.
"Gentlemen of the Convention: Wfc
now *>ave before the house a man who
is not only worthy, but is in every
way competent, and 1 move that nom-
inations be closed, ami he lv elected
by acclamation and it be made unan-
imous."—Judge's Magazine of Fun.
Nothing Succeeds Like "EGG-O-SEE."
The man who preaches the b« st ser-
mon; the man who tells the funniest
stories; the man who keeps the beat
store; or the man who makes the b^st
goods soon finds that people come to
him. Merit is the be.st advertisement
in the world. People speak well of
things they know are good. They pas*
the good word alon^.
The best breakfast food is EGG-O-
SEE, for it contains all the life-giving
properties of nature's best food, which
is wheat.
EGG-O-SEE is deeply In debt to the
thousands of wives and cithers who
use It in their homes, for these good
women tell their neighbors about this
grc at food.
Children and aged persons alike are
friends of EGG-O-SEE.
Merit and common sense are the
things that advertise EGG-O-SEE
most. EGG-O-SEE is cheap. A 10-
cent package contains fen liberal
breakfasts. EGG-O-SEE is sold every-
where. Grocers must keep it if they
want to keep their good customers,
for good customers insist on buying
EGG-O-SEE.
The fact that no preparation, no
cooking is required, makes EGG-O-
SEE very popular. Open the package;
put as mtic'i as you like in a dish;
pour on ml k or cream and eat. It
is delicious. It is wholesome. It
makes you strong.
A lot of interesting facts about
EGG-O-SEE have been published in
book form entitled, "Back to Nature."
This book also has a course of phys-
ical culture—fully Illustrated. Any-
one wishing this hook will receive it
free by addressing EGG-O-SEE Com-
pany, 10 First St.. Quincy, 111.
1' I'll not
protested
Policeman
A movin'
"A Movin' Anarchist '11 Niver Bother
Any Wan."
Iv It an' it'll be all r-right, but whin ye
ha-ave none ye ll have f'r to keep
goin . I'll ha-ave none iv ye-er dolu s
on me beat.
He marched him to the end of his
beat and waited tor the next patrolman
to show up.
" 'T is ih' anarchist that 's been an-
noyin' me," he explained, '
ha-ave him 011 me beat."
"But I don't wynt him
the other policeman.
"Iv coorse not," said
Flynn. "Pass him along.
anarchist 'II nivor bother anny wan."
Then he winked at his brother offi-
cer, and the latter, after a pause suffi-
cient to enable him to grasp the situa-
tion, laughed and took the anarchist
in tow. With a lew words of explana-
tion the man w&s iater passed on to a
third officer, and—well, he crept back
to his home about two o'clock the fol-
lowing morning. Once afterwards the
experience was repeated, and then the
story reached the station.
"Barney," laughed the captain, when
he heard of it, 'you've solved a great
problem. If I hbd my way, I'd send
you to Washington to see if you could
handle it on a larger scale."
" 'T w'u'd be easy done," answered
Policeman Flynn, "only f'r wan
thing."
"What's that?" asked the captain.
"Afther a bit th' gazabos w'u'd 1'arn
enough f'r to get naturalized an' vote,
an' thin th' politicians w'u'd n't lave
me lay a hand on thim," asserted Po-
liceman Flynn, thereby adding ma-
terially to hi« reputation for wiadoin.
CONFESSIONS OF DODD GASTON.
I have noticed that about !he only
place "silver threads among the gold"
are really popular is in a song.
I feel reasonably sure of one thing:
When I die nobody Is going to claim
that it was the result of overwork.
I do not much mind playing against
a visiting man, but I do hate to b«
booked in competition with a baby.
Nothing would so completely recon-
cile me to death as the appearance, at
my bedside, of some of my relatives.
I would really like to be fatter, but
realize that I cannot afford It. Being
fatter vould mean a new dress suit.
I find that every young g!«l has a
wild desire to wear her hair "up" and
every old girl has tne same desire to
appear with "down."
I have noticed that the omy time the
banana does much business is at a
season of the year when it has no
competition.
I find that one of the hardest duties
of the dramatic critic is to reconcile
the average society play with the aver-
age stage furniture.
About all the ambition I have left is
to grow rich enough to have a hack
waiting for me while I lounge around
Inside smoking and "gassing."—To-
peka Capital.
Boys will be boys, especially the
gay old ones who have passed GO.
DIDN'T BELIEVE
That Coffee Was the Real Trouble.
Some people flounder around and
take everything that's recommended
but finally find that coffee is the real
cause of their troubles. Au Oregon
man says:
"For 25 years I was troubled with
my stomach. I was a steady coffee
drinker, but didn't suspect that as
the cause. I took almost anything
which someone else had been cured
with but to no good. I was very bad
last summer and could not work at
times.
"On Dec. 2, 1902, i was taken so
bad the doctor said I could not live
over 24 hours at the most, and I
made all prestations to die. 1 could
hardly eat &u.,ihing, everything dis-
tressed me, and I was weak and sick
ail over. When in that condition cof-
fee was abandoned and I was put on
Postum, the change in my feelings
came quickly after the drink that was
poisoning me was removed.
"The pain and sickness fell away
from me and 1 began to got well day
by day, so I stuck to it until now I
am well <-id strong again, can eat
heartily, with no headache, heart
trouble or the awful sickness of the
old coffee days. I drink all I wish of
Postum without any harm and enjoy
it Immensely.
"This seems like a strong story,
but 1 would refer you to the First
Nat'l Bank, the Trust Hanking Com-
pany, or any merchant of Grant's
Pass, Ore., In regard to my standing,
and I will send a sworn statement
of this If you wish. You can also use
my name." Name given by Postum
Co.. Rattle Creek, Mich.
Still there are many who persist-
ently fool themselves by Baying "Cof-
fee don't hurt me." A ten days' trial
of Postum in its place will tell tho
truth and many times save life.
"There's a reason."
Look for the little book. The Road
to Wallville," In pkgt.
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