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PUBLICATIONS OF THE
ROOSEVELT MEMORIAL ASSOCIATION
I. ROOSEVELT IN THE BAD LANDS
COMMITTEE ON PUBLICATIONS
ROOSEVELT MEMORIAL ASSOCIATION INC.
- R. J. Cuddihy
- Arthur W. Page
- Mark Sullivan
- E. A. van Valkenburg
Theodore Roosevelt;
On the round-up, 1885.
ROOSEVELT
IN THE BAD LANDS
BY
HERMANN HAGEDORN
WITH ILLUSTRATIONS
BOSTON AND NEW YORK
HOUGHTON MIFFLIN COMPANY
The Riverside Press Cambridge
1921
COPYRIGHT, 1921, BY HERMANN HAGEDORN
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
TO
WILLIAM BOYCE THOMPSON
CAPTAIN OF INDUSTRY
AND DREAMER OF DREAMS
It was still the Wild West in those days, the Far West, the West ofOwen Wister's stories and Frederic Remington's drawings, the West ofthe Indian and the buffalo-hunter, the soldier and the cowpuncher.That land of the West has gone now, "gone, gone with lost Atlantis,"gone to the isle of ghosts and of strange dead memories. It was a landof vast silent spaces, of lonely rivers, and of plains where the wildgame stared at the passing horseman. It was a land of scatteredranches, of herds of long-horned cattle, and of reckless riders whounmoved looked in the eyes of life or death. In that land we led afree and hardy life, with horse and with rifle. We worked under thescorching midsummer sun, when the wide plains shimmered and wavered inthe heat; and we knew the freezing misery of riding night guard roundthe cattle in the late fall round-up. In the soft springtime the starswere glorious in our eyes each night before we fell asleep; and in thewinter we rode through blinding blizzards, when the driven snow-dustburnt our faces. There were monotonous days, as we guided the trailcattle or the beef herds, hour after hour, at the slowest of walks;and minutes or hours teeming with excitement as we stopped stampedesor swam the herds across rivers treacherous with quicksands or brimmedwith running ice. We knew toil and hardship and hunger and thirst; andwe saw men die violent deaths as they worked among the horses andcattle, or fought in evil feuds with one another; but we felt the beatof hardy life in our veins, and ours was the glory of work and the joyof living.
Theodore Roosevelt
(Autobiography)
(p. ix) PREFACE.
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