Pulp Fiction, 1924 · page 179 of 194
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ATL ~ Wry { = es 2:5 & = 7 % SCV GEVANG V, entune € GSE Sees j1@ gRe ASTIN ]: : t fs") ~ e é =e es S = — == eS sae, = VeS= 2 a ee Q ~ Our Camp-Fire came into being May 5, 1912, with our June issue, and since then its fire has never died down. Many have gathered about it and they are of all classes and degrees. high and low,-rich and poor, adventurers and stay-at-homes, and from all parts of the earth. Some whose voices we used to know have taken the Long Trail and are heard no more, but they are still memories among us, and new voices are heard, and welcomed. We are drawn together by a common liking for the strong, clean things of out-of- doors, for word from the earth’s far places, for man in action instead of caged by cir- cumstance. The spirit of adventure lives in all men; the rest is chance. But something besides a common interest holds us together. Somehow a real com- radeship has grown up among us. Men can not thus meet and talk together without growing into friendlier relations; many a time does one of us come to the rest for facts and guidance; many a close personal friendship has our Camp-Fire built up between two re who had never met; often has it proved an open sesame between strangers in a far land. Perhaps our Camp-Fire is even a little more. Perhaps it is a bit of leaven working gently among those of different station toward the fuller and more human understand- ing and sympathy that will some day bring to man the real democracy and brotherhood he seeks. and such great extremes as here. Few indeed are the agencies that bring together on a friendly footing so many And we are numbered by the hundred thousand now. If you are come to our Camp-Fire for the first time and find you like the things we like, join us and find yourself very welcome. There is no obligation except ordinary manliness, no forms or ceremonies, no dues, no officers, no anything except men and women gathered for interest and friendliness. ERE’S a letter from an old-timer com- rade who knew Wild Bill, Buffalo Bill, the Norths and others well known to West- ern history and who played a part in it him- self. These old pioneers have an extra friendly welcome at our Camp-Fire. Cafion, Arizona. Just reading Adventure, July 10, 1923, and letter from J. D. Moore. I agree in almost all he says about Bill Cody, Buffalo Bill, as I was well ac- quainted with him at McPherson and was head- quarters courier for Gen. Crook in ’76 when Bill made his trip to the expedition. K NEw Wild Bill when marshal of Abilene, Kan. Was at Elsworth when Bill killed Phil Coe in front of the old saloon in Abilene. Last saw Wild Bill in Cheyenne in ’74 on his way to Black Hills. I never knew Wild Bill to be in Nebraska. I first met the North boys when they brought the Pawnees to the expedition on Powder River about mid-November and we were together in the Powder River fight on November 25, ’76. As to Bison William—he was never chief of scouts or an officer in the army. Last year I received a private letter from Uncle F. Huston. I would like to know if Mr. James Moore is related to Tom Moore who was chief packer on the campaign of 75-76. 12 Your desire to join makes you a member. With an apology to Mr. Moore, I am—Bos HECKLE (Texas Bob). P. S.—Another of whom Mr. Moore speaks and with whom I was well acquainted was California Jce. Was with him a few days before he was killed by a half-breed, Louie Richau, who died here a few years ago. lia BERTON BRALEY’S long narrative poem in this issue one of the songs, ‘The Drums,” is only a slightly changed ° version of the poem of the same name that was published in our issue of December 20, 1921. Mr. Braley was willing to write another in its place but we agreed with him that it fitted too perfectly here and should be left in. “Tales of the Hot-Dog Tavern” is, of course, an unusual stunt for Adventure, unusual from several points of view. Our magazine doesn’t belong in the “try- anything-once” class, but it does like to shake itself up once in a while, try an experi- ment here and there, go adventuring a bit on its own hook. Surely if any magazine is entitled to an adventure, ours is. And 177 = CO Ghbooks =