Adventure Magazine Cover, October 10, 1921 — page 183: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

A Friendly Camp-Fire 173 Borderland that should know the Don no more. And beyond the Border lay the Horse Shoe, old J. B., and the boys. They paused at the rim, horse and rider silhouetted black against the coming dawn —breathing in the cool air of the night. Then Solomon swept out upon the mesa, shadows of brush and rock, dark blots with the rising sun—and rode away into the North. A FRIENDLY CAMP-FIRE by Benton M. Stanton F YOU’VE never left a cow-camp In the evenin’ through the snow On a stubborn Texas pony, ’thout a cent, And not knowin’ jest perzackly Which a-way you orter go, _But so mad you didn’t care which way you went; If you’ve never rode five days, sir, *Thout a bite o’ bread to eat—— On’y eatin’ roasted rabbit once a day; If you do not know the taste, sir, Of unsalted, hairy meat, And have never had your hawse to break away, Leavin’ you upon th’ prairie Sixty miles from anvwhere | - With yore blanket tied upon th’ saddle horn, And a norther comin’ toward ye At the rate of sixty per— Makin’ you b’gin t’ wish ye wasn’t born; If you’ve never trudged along, sir, With vore hopes a-sinkin’ low, And th’ hunger gnawin’ clean into yore brain— You don’t know jest what it means, sir, To look out across the snow . And behold a friendly camp-fire on thé plain. cComicloooks C@