Adventure Magazine Cover, June 20, 1925 — page 76: what you’re looking at

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

Adventure O PIONEERS! by R. E. Alexander “(NIT up, Buck! You Star! Now, Bright! Y’ got t’ make th’ Platte t’night ’"R y’ won’t git no water. Say, This Il be some country some day! My gosh, another homestead, Maw, Makes three since we crossed th’ Kaw! Too dern crowded here f’r me— "T’'m off to Californy—’ Gee, Buck, geel ‘What’s that movin’ over there? Must be buffalo. Here’s where We git some fresh meat, Maw, I bet. Buffalo-tongue f’r supper! Let Me git that powder-horn. Hey, Ted, You ’n’ Ray c’n ride ahead A piece, *n’ see if y’ c’n see Them—‘with my banjo on my kneel’ ‘What’s that, Maw, what’s that y’ say? Injuns! Where—over that way? Call ’em back! Git inside—quick! Thank th’ Lord these sides are thick "N’ high. All set, ev’rybody? Now! Dang their ides!’ They got th’ cow! Two, ’n’ a pony f’r us, hey? Who’s that shootin’ low—you, Ray? “Keep down, Maw— they’re closin’ in. That noise they make sure is a sin! “Wait, boys, wait. Now, give ’em hell! Hooray f’r ol Kaintuck! All well? My God, Maw, both of ’em gone! C’m’on, y’ red devils, come on! Good-by, Ted, ’n’ good-by, Ray. Th’ Lord gives—’n’ He takes away. “Don’t worry, Maw, it’s Canaan ’stead O’ Californy. Watch y’r head! We'll all be gittin’ Home t’gether— Dang it, only got a feather! Maw? Hey, Maw—she’s gone, I guess. A dern good wife she was—one less! A-ah! They got me! Maw—where’s—the—? ‘Oh, Susannah,—don’t—you—cry for—me.’ ” 58 COMmiCcbooks.Gom