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F . . f \ I x , .. ‘ A . ,\sx!l ( 33w x f 1 ‘13 1P . {21:33 ‘ U., _ i x ( 59‘ y I. -1! 27/5 l irfs‘ 1,6,? : I L n. r, .u ,ll‘ly U 1.! till.» I A , I J I a .s ‘ I 1 ,fi Allfi, M ; ‘rc _(k,? nxntxig: {92... It I» hull :1 a. I q .:l, . ‘1‘; ,, 1 iii: ‘1‘ :2, 9‘ , 3.. fit IF SKULLS COULD SPEAK Peace, peace, peace! and come, my brother, and lie Close to me with thy dumb white bones—close, brother, you and I. ' Oh brother, oh twin of mine, our hearts were live and strong; Our heads, our dumb dull heads, it was that brought us to this wrong. Peace, brother brainless, peace and cease! for you and I have known A sweeter world than ever they’ll find in this land they call their own. i DONE IN THE OPEN DRAWINGS BY FREDERIC REMINGTON WITH AN INTRODUCTION AND VERSES BY OWE N WI STER AND OTHERS 3 I N E W Y O R K ‘ ' P..F. COLLIER & SON, PUBLISHERS M c M II ’ 33.1,, s t , . . ‘1. 1 I ‘rvsi . .el .3 W: / 5 INTRODUCTION F ANY ONE asked you to tell them what George Washington looked like, you would _be able to do so very readily if you have any powers of description; for you have had a great many opportunities to see pictures of George Washington, to say nothing of the likeness that every day must bring you on our postage stamps. And if you are interested in the portraits of his- torical personages generally, and not alone in the portraits of distinguished Americans, you have also a fair idea of what Charles the First looked like. Perhaps you recognize the countenance of Oliver Cromwell when you see it. The face of William Penn is entirely familiar, at any rate to those of us who inhabit Pennsylvania. And going further back, perhaps there lingers in your mind some memory of the face of Columbus. Of all these great people that I have mentioned, fairly authentic portraits have been painted, sometimes by very great painters; and we may not unreasonably assume that by this means there has been handed down to us, from decade to decade and from century to century, a series of likenesses which would have been recognized and approved by their contemporaries. I will not for the present go further back than Columbus. That is far enough to bring out the point at which I aim. You know, as I have said, the face of George Washington; but do you know the look and bearing of the private soldier whom he led to battle? Have you in your mind an instan— taneous picture of the Continental troops, say at Valley Forge? Could you tell how a sergeant looked as distinguished‘from a private? Have the painters or draughtsmen of our Revolutionary days gone into this subject with suflicient attention and vividness to tell you as much about George Washington’s troops as they have told you about George Washington? I do not think that they have. It may merely be that I have met no works of art in which the personality of the enlisted man and the non—commissioned officer has been sufliciently expressed to remain in my memory., But I am more inclined to think that there are no such works of art. We have a general idea of the Continental uniform, and that seems about all. How very different an impression of our American soldiers of to-day has the work of Frederic Remington given us! How well we all know the look of Remington’s sergeant, the look of Remington’s private! How our eye has been educated by Remington to perceive and note the differences between the trooper and the infantry soldier! For Remington with his piercing and yet imaginative eye has taken the likeness of the modern American soldier and stamped it upon our minds with a blow as clean-cut as is the impression of the American Eagle upon our coins in the Mint. Like the Mint, he has made these soldiers of ours uni- versal currency, a precious and historic possession. In the generations that follow our own, they too will inquire, perhaps, “What did the Con— . tinental soldier look like? ”—and will never know. And then as they pass down the years, and come to Remington, they will honor and praise him even more than we do now for the imperishable historic work that he has done and is doing. As the historian Green wrote what he called a history of the English people, so Remington is drawing his contemporary history of the most picturesque of the American people. Our Generals, will sit for their portraits as Washington and William Penn sat for theirs; but never until this particular day have we possessed a recorder who should give also to posterity the enlisted man to be put alongside with the captain that led him into battle. How much more rich the past would be for us if various Remingtons, each in his day, had handed 468717 INTRODUCTION such work down into our sight! We should then know not only the face of William Penn, but the faces also of those Indians who stood and made treaty with him. We should not only know how Oliver Cromwell looked, but we should have a clear conception of that stem expression which the Puritan battalions wore. We should not only recog— nize Columbus as we walk through some gallery or turn the leaves of some album of engravings, but we should also know what look of daring, not unmixed with superstitious awe, was on the faces of the men who sailed the ships at his command from the old world to the new. But none of this we can ever know. Our heritage in portraiture in- cludes the leaders of men; it does not include the men themselves. No artist until Remington has un— dertaken to draw so clearly the history of the people. Is it necessary to mention the other things that Remington stands for? This is surely enough, but he stands for certain other things, both great and definite. He has pictured the red man as no one else, to my thinking certainly, has pictured him. He has told his tragedy completely. He has made us see at every stage this inferior race which our conquering race has dispossessed, beginning with its primeval grandeur, and ending with its squalid degener- ation under the, influence of our civilized manners. Next, while recording the red man in this way, Remington has recorded the white man who encountered him—recorded this man also in every stage from dignity to sordid squalor. Pioneers, trappers, cowboys, miners, prospectors, gamblers, bandits—the whose motley rout goes ineffaceably into Remington’s pages. And, finally, he has not forgotten nature herself. The mystery of the untouched plains and the aWe of the unsealed mountain heights have been set down by him not only truth- fully, but with potent feeling and imagination. Remington is not merely an artist, he is a national treasure. And if, ever it should occur to the not always discerning minds of academic institutions that Remington should be crowned at their hands, I should like to hear him receive his degree in these words: “Frederic Remington, Draughtsman, Historian, Poet.” . , ”muzmx‘i --__—.va.- -uaau: . . A-a‘) . MIXED UP I am sorry that thetpassengers missed the whole enjoym nt, For Shotgun Smith and me Our hands was that full of congenial employment, We never can forget that spree—— Never can forget that mix—up on the mountain, Though the passengers—well, for tastes there’s no accountin'. They have got a tunnel now bored plumb through the mountain; ’Twould make you cry to see Them Pullman cars—but for tastes there’s no accountin’, And Shotgun Smith and me Why it’s never no more we get any enjoyment, Our hands are that empty of congenial employment. .. $3“sz W is down with-thirst, boys, The sun it rises higher; THE LAST TOKEN I wish they’d kill me first, boys, But they’re building me a fire. My heart if is not broken, boys, But my lips are sealed with flame; Therefore I leave this token, boys, To tell you I died game. ARTFUL DODGERS h”-.. .r _ A Who says we never show our backs? When we start in to expand. You can sight us clear from the front or the rear, “ It depends on where you stand. r n l » u ”r i’ i; i, \ ‘. 4. x ‘ l 5; r L ‘ A sf \ ‘ j. ' in. > ‘ j' ‘ . , . z' ' E 3‘ , i x , . t , V w ' ‘ s - I . . l r .- 1 ‘ l‘ i » x 0‘ V \ l . -'. ‘fv .3 \. ‘ A ‘ | I I :' § . V r' ' i . 3; i € L'_ I? ’ ,.1 : i‘ 1 ‘ i .' é .1037"- _ g. , n k 0 __ 5g! '9‘” u.‘ x a‘ ’I x . ‘ “““uimug‘ t‘ ' THE RED MAN’S LOAD ’ No more are sun and cloud his banners, ' i , ' The Stars and Stripes above him wave, 7! And he hath drunk the White Man’s Burden ! Deep as is the grave. “-"fl". 0- Q:- ~ -1 — e ! n: ‘1 i . . { E ‘ I | ., i . L s 1 “ 3 § | V f . ' c x ,i i ,g '2‘ I ‘2‘ .1" 7 l A. " '5 'I g ' -‘ § ’1 .2 ; _: E i / 1: i ., ’ z‘ . . ‘K t s; l, ‘ « . . ,. . / . . _ J o 3 He rides the earthwith hoofs of might, His is the song the eagle sings For like his rope, his heart hath wings. Strong as the eagle’s his delight, THE COW PUNCH ER L110; §§¥I.irlii4 i . , e ) d e m .m;e g 063 mnmzm mhfimd ammf a 0 et m,mhop UUtnO SO t 61 eyVIIe r 31]“ 76h t mm at Ymmna .SUCEVJ Rm ISCID LJmTurm A1 O ”a; Y s S a p e THE TORTOISE AND THE HARE 186 he bottom of the grade, world can‘ keep the hare! We picked up the pieces and we sat ’em in the shade, im up at t {I can have the torto And The i With a punctured tire and a Split shoulder—blade— But we picked h THE PARLEY Beyond there, in the trees, say can you see Or does this night If the Dark Angel walks? Primeval shroud. another mystery—— .9 lte ' d man and wh' thXt re The gulf eternal ’ , .. (Jill; villas-"III! at. THE PINTO At Guaymas I born in this various world, But I spik Ingless, as ustedes see; I was nice children’s hoss, my mane was curled; Then for ten dollar’ one day they sell me. Then I much travel, trade from hand to hand, And learn much languages to understand. How ole I am? Oh, my, no more don’t know! How much I cost? Three drinks las’ time they pay. What can I do? Why go, an’ go, an' Igo, Or stand, an’ stand, an’ stand the whole long day. Oh no, senor, yiou mus’ not be distress’! A hoss gets used‘ to several things, I guess. r What that yiou say? I lie? Not tell the truth? I’m young an’ strong, an' tryin’ jus’ to beg? Gringo, get out! I bite yiou with my tooth, I Get out, ole fool! I kick yiou with my leg. Say, Gringo, come an’ see the Injuns race The cowboys, come an’ watch me take first place. ..:......‘.,,- 0 ‘ 1 THE QUEST The war dance is on—they’re loose again All along the Texas Drive, And the orders are out for Uncle Sam’s men / To bring ’em back dead or alive. So it’s through the Sierra, boys—dead injuns or bust But oh! for the dust, the dust, the dust, And that alkali thirst in the morning. .AV.._ - ._,.4.. - .___~ ‘—’."“ .1- 91-0 on». " Pete was to school for a month onced, And Jim he stood it two years, And Uncle Vance never got no chance, But David, it appears, Went clear through Yale, so it’s doughnuts to dollars This sheet gets read by us four scholars. THE ADVANCE ’Tis a hot old brand of countrytbut we have got to go it, sir, Whether we are poets or just everyday materialists, Makin’ copy each new morning with our little mountain howitzer For ’Publicans and Dimmicrats and Boston anti-imperialists. 2% U k: I s] 1;: E g r 1 . I v. V ; 32' g i F J. v Kn» ‘L 1 \f‘ . 23 1 H” i E‘ .g i E aw. t 2i i ,x if i '«mmhtmsz ri Oh yes, his feat is a triumph, We all have do'ne the same, We all have blasted the spark of life To ashes with powder—flame. WW .u‘. But as for the antlered carcass, I should feel, 'if I were he, The Kodak after the Winchester adds Insult to injury. . 's . .- nu.- //~ ' A CHRISTMAS CAROL Thar weren’t no laughin’ goin’ on in the house When Singing Joe played for the boys; The barkeep and punchers kept still as a mouse, The greaser mule-boys quit their jabberin' noise. His voice sounded cracked, the pianner weren't right, But nobody had no fault to find; The tune was “Home, Sweet Home”—’twas Christmas night, And poor old Singing Joe was blind. _ . . . .. It a? u .3. 4,.\i: ‘l. (141v;,m.\;!l-cdl lmUe? a». THE ROUND-UP . Herd along your cattle, boys, Drive ’em to the plain! Time to brand the yearlings And ship ’em on the train! We’ll get our pay when the round-up is done, And then we’ll break loose and have some fun. I‘ a m...— _a 3~ .la—mw-krwr u -MW‘ n < my .. .— .-—~, 9%;- aL‘ & HIS owN MOUNT - ‘J Portrait of an officer and gentleman, of course All officers are gentlemen—but I will take the horse. A V em. h gymv “IRA There’s wolves around in Wintertime, But we keep them from the door; For the wolves run a mile when they hear us smile, And the hittin’ of our heels on the floor Oo—yalz/ And our heels a—hittin’ sweetly on the floor. n.‘ FACTS OR FICTION? Feed him with silence and strict belief, Give the boy his right food and .never a ‘gibe; For he lies when he tries, and he’ll grow a great chief, With his stories as glories for all in our tribe. BIG MEDICINE ' They found him and they bound him-— , They would have killed him, too— Hadn’t Trooper Strong come riding along, r." Whose Big Medicine pulled them through. “He’s playing the crazy loon, sir, And l'm the medicine man— 9‘ But if you send help, send soon, sir, And ride as fast as you can !” ibA\!|F V14 vi", {5, ‘ . J /;.. f .3!“ . : NEWS FROM THE FRONT Oh, whether it’s the Yellowstone, or whether it’s the ocean, Our methods are the methods that proceed without commotion; If you want our photograph . We’ll endeavor not to laugh, But what you see worth mentioning we haven’t got a notion. l“ ‘1 uzfifiw MEXICAN MONTE We take life easy with a will, Do 1 and my young foreman, Bill; Daily we find at every hand Agreeable methods to expand. With redskin maidens we romance, We play their brothers games of chance; For by this means, as can be shown, Much that was theirs becomes our own. LIVE AND LET DIE! The pit is come from underground, Satan himself is out of breath; . He links the marksman to his mark With the hyphen—flash of’death. 4-,:- ,wgknqh‘. on- an- . n-no CAUGHT IN THE! THE LAST STAND OF THREE TROOPERS AND A SCOUT OVEI Chi p r FIN THE CIRCLE ND A SCOUT OVERTAKEN BY A BAND 0F HOSTILE INDIANS l l i l i THE LONG AND SHORT OF IT Why came you here to trail your fly Before my over—credulous eye? Why came you here my spell to break, And crack the mirror of my lake? ——Why that’s what this whole world’s about, therein resides the sport of it: I am’ a man and you’re a trout, and that’s the long and short of it. ‘— ~-,- w» 3mm emwfl'm will 3 i I i A LITTLE SUMMER SAULT fa In Cattle Land, in Gopher Land, V A pony he may stumble, ‘ And maybe his young rider gets His neck broke in the tumble: - {'31} And that’s right, too, you must understand, "1' For it’s all in the game in Cattle Land. ‘ ., i ,y, r (- I “‘3 .4,“— ‘L I l -.—-—-v.L—.—-.——.._.y , wk: \2 I NO UNDERSTAND Oh come you as friend or foe, Oh come you to war or to woo; I’m a student from Boston your language is lost on, What is it you’d have me to do? he” 5 it My trade is to follow the skies,’ And one telescope is my plant; I interpret the stars from Venus to Mars, But translate your suggestions I can’t. 1|.“l‘lll they had sore backs, One or two of our packs But say! it was nothing much to mention; We was travelling fast, and goi lg to last, When say! the old lead— nare stood attention. we d y—camped there, plumb up in the air; For, say! it is time for consultation When the old hoss appears to prick up her ears And In uns has skipped from the reservation. ‘ A... “.mm in meat GENTLEMEN IN KHAKI “One man is down—they are getting the range, men. Deploy! And shoot as you ride. Aim for the crest! ’Twould be passing strange, men, V If all of our shots went wide. Now charge! For death or for glory I" If you want the rest of the story, Read this cable report: ‘i‘T'wo hum/red men, J/zort Thirteen oficersi dead.” SHEEP RANCHING It’s none too sociable herdin’ sheep Ten thousand feet up in the air, With yelping coyotes spoilin’ your sleep, Or Injuns on a tear— An’ nothin’ for company or for flm Buta collie, a pony and a gun. .3 . l 2 , THE CAYUSE If you must be a pony, oh be a smooth cayuse, A smooth bald—faced cayuse, both cunning and deep, Tougher than tripe, more deceiving than woman, With one light—blue eye that does not go to sleep. Observe, oh my reader, observe the smooth cayuse, How he smiles while he’s feigning to lean on the bit, How he dumps the whole job on his serious brothers, And tries to look useful and not have a fit. g Oh yes, yes indeed, life is brimful of pleasure, If you are a cayuse both knowing and fly; ) But should there 4 perchance be a next world for ponieS, ‘ My baldy will not win that sweet by and by. 1,“; “ «mm ) , , and man horse Ito, burro, is, Coyot nded not as they began But the law rode fast and caught them Booty, , Lu E Pepe io Bravo, h the law they ran, 1 to Mazatlan. i huahua to Sonora, it i Ch Down the tra Races w By the sands of R Through S R E L G G U M S E H T READY? GO! {u I nothing know of horses, but intend , ‘ To put my money ,i Uponyon lovely darky next that end, ; \ He is a honey! t W 2! H l 6 vi .. 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Wait till thy truest friend, the blowing breeze, Shall tell thy nostrils of this prowling death. Thou woodland denizen, bide in thy trees, THE CALL TO DEATH n ~ . ., .. t . . .o .. I. d v .00.. .u 4“! -u< 1 . a. _ «.3 up .o.. .o .u.. . no. u. Uh 3" A .- p o ) :. ecu» u a any“ a a .- buy . a to can We at y‘ua u .. 3:. v .0» o a o.» ‘1 ..l . .1, _ M 11.30» ‘11.,r,,.s€.X I: ,ai 4:5. i , I y , 3;? . is .l , ,, . . , _,.ll..,l!a.».lm‘ n LL 3E 36:5:‘35553 % ~332s§§§ THEIR FATE ‘ Their father in a White House lives, § And in a white house they; : But the father with to—morrow rides, , l ’ . 1’ 1‘. And the son w1th yesterday. i i , _}e ’ So what can they do, these wards ‘of the natlon, ' ,7 i” When White Brother moves on their reservation? * They can fold their white house 'like a shroud, i Fold it, and fade away. ‘3 . (I .' g; 1 i J t, - ‘ ~ K i in ’z‘,‘ . 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