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IN some parts of the country there may be still isolated specimens of
the type of ex-Lieutenant Governor Culberson. With us he remained
for years the last solitary representative of the fine old-fashioned po
litical leader, who lived with the ideals of Webster and Calhoun and
Clay still before them. His tall and stately figure, his smooth-shaven
face, his stock and his long-tailed legislator's coat, of the type pre
served in famous statesmen's pictures, but now extinct as the dodo in real
life, all remained still fixed in the minds of those who were honored in
many speeches by his opening apostrophe of "fellow citizens."
Ex-Lieutenant Governor Culberson had waited ten years to be Gover
nor, hungering and thirsting, but expecting fervently to be fed. Ten years
is a considerable slice out of an individual's life, but it Is rather less than
It usuaily takes for the Governorship to revolve around to our section —
and then we have to divide It between ourselves at the county seat at
Westchester, and the manufacturing town of Johnsonville, ten miles away.
A great many things happen in ten years, but the ambition of the Cul
bersons is made of stern stuff. Governor Culberson's grandfather had
been Governor and his father a Senator. He intended to live up to the fam
ily traditions. As a matter of fact he was always called "Governor." The
title is much shorter and easier to say than "Lieutenant Governor." At
the beginning of the decade, when he had just retired from the Governor
ship. "Governor" Culberson was the most prominent figure in our section
die4.ifv to te " t He strove with every power he possessed consistent with
mh?it» retain the position. He was as erect and hearty as a young
his hri,iP nd ** particular in his appearance as a bridegroom waiting for
h^i m2a P\,t£ ?>,« ° i?,^ antim . c _, hls ** ie > a beautiful old-time gentlewoman,
had died and his children had all moved away, but the fine old-fashioned
Romance in the Life of an Indian
Who Fought With the Rough Riders
Shot a HVal, fkd to Mexico and after fifteen years returned to fight for his country against
Spain, Was dangerously Wounded ar\d nursed back to life by his early lov>e, Who had enlisted
as a Red Gross rvurse
WICHITA, Kans.. Nov. 10.-
Miss Mabel White, a Red
Cross nurse, and Carrol
Hume of Company L of the
Rough Riders, were wedded
here the other day, at the
residence of the bride's father. Their
marriage marks the final chapter in a
Btory that has taken fifteen years to
•work itself out, a story that teems with
romance, bravery, constancy, crime and
Fifteen years ago Mabel White was a
fair little lass with skirts ankle-high,
and a heart full of hope. She loved
young Hume and he loved her. It mat
tered nothing to her that he was •■ six
teenth part Cherokee Indian, that his
father was a member of the Cherokee
Lt -tjislature. His skin was as white and
as smooth as her own, he loved her
with all the flush of a first passion, and
she loved and trusted him. Her father
was a clergyn.an who had spent many
years among the Cherokees, and he had
taught her that it was not always the
breed that made the man.
She and her Indian lover would wan
der among the trees and flowers in her
father's grounds and dream and plot
for a blissful future. Life seemed to
them one sweet stretch of bouquets and
They might have married on the spot
and lived it out in eventless tranquil
lity if some one had not introduced
young Hume to the pleasures of Amer
There is that in the blood of the. In
dian which boils and troubles under the
gting of liquor. A Cherokee plus a
quart of wblsky is a devil.
Carrol Hume tasted his first and his
twentieth drink on the same night. As
a result he quarreled with Harry Ford,
a fellow tribesman, who In the opinion
of young Hume had been too attentive
to Miss Mabel. There werea quick inter
change of epithets, a short scuffle, a
pause and an agreement to go outside
and "shoot it out."
Silently they walked down the moon
lit road and paced off the distance. The
two shots were simultaneous. Hume
was unhurt, but Ford lay dead with a
bullet in his heart.
The shock sobered Carrol Hume for
the rest of his natural life.
His first impulse was to give himself
"No doubt he will maKe a good Governor, sir."
[ up, but although he consoled his honor I
! with the thought that the fight had
j been fair and square, he feared the
! Cherokee laws, and determined on
: flight. But first he slipped around to
i the parsonage and sounded a soft sig
nal whistle. His little sweetheart came
to the "window, and in rapid whispers
he told her the story of the duel, which
', she as rupidly forgave.
The eternal vows were plighted, and
! he slunk away in fhe shadow of the
i night. '
This was nearly fifteen years ago—
' June 24, 1882. She was then 15 and he 20.
Years passed and brought Mabel no
! word from her Indian lover. She was
! sent away to school and returned a
1 matured, cultivated woman of beauty
I and poise. Of Hume nothing had been
j heard in the village since the night of
j his flight; but Mabel's heart remained
, true and trusting.
Years and years later, when the fugi
tive had traveled the most of the navi
i gable world with a heavy heart and a
! persistent conscience, and was in Mex
ico "and about to return home and give
himself up, the war with Spain was de
! clared, and from ocean to ocean echoed
■ the call for volunteers in the American
i army. Carrol Hume was among those
i who heard and hastened.
"Here is a chance for honorable ex
piation," he said to himself. "No one
i will recognize me now, I am so
: changed; I can go to the Territory and
! enlist there, and maybe hear some
I news of Mabel."
A month later he was at Muskogee,
an enlisted man; a week later he was
a lieutenant in Troop L.
While the soldiers were still at Mus
kogee, Hume walked down the street
one day to come face to face with the
woman he loved. She had changed
greatly and he was heavily bearded
and marked by travel, but recognition
was mutual and immediate. She was
not alone and feared to imperil him by
a public recognition; bo with mute
greetings they went their separate
ways. The next morning his troop left
for the front. He fought in the thick
est of it at Cuba, where he was finally
wounded and carried In a delirious
condition to a hospital. He regained
consciousness to discover an honorable
collection of scars and bruises and the
absence of his left arm.
He also discovered a pair of soft
white hands working over the ban
dages and a tender voice cautioning
THE SAX FRANCISCO CALL, SUNDAY, NOVEMBER 13, 1898.
figure remained among the ruins of the home, still staring at the prize
which should consummate his career.
Early in the spring of the eventful year "Governor* Culberson made
his first call on Sam Wilson at the Herald office— the once noted "Sam,
now only a memory in the minds of those queeer gray old newspaper men
who have come down to us from another generation. The "Governor's'
barouche drew up to the curbing before the office, and the "Governor" him
self followed the steps of many another illustrious man up the dingy stairs
until he penetrated to the presiding genius of the place, seated in his little
untidy temple, with the sacrificial piles of d'lsty newspapers around him.
In the histqry of the underside of things, which will never be published,
Sam Wilson was the greatest figure in his State. Other men made fame
and history; Sam Wilson made the men. And many an unformed soul
from the outer world which surrounds politics had clamoered up there,
pleading to be made, and many men famous in local history had come in
submissively at all hours of the day and night to b<-g a favor or to ask ad
vice and many a letter came Into that old black walnut desk, franked
from the White House itself, asking information from tho man who knew
more about the State than any man alive and who did not fear to tell the
When "Governor" Culberson opened the door of Sam Wilson's little den
he recognized in a dim way that he had reached a crisis In his affairs. He
had never himself experienced the power of the man, yet he had often ob
served it in the fortunes of others. Sam Wilson sat before him at his
desk a gray old schoolmaster of politicians, staring at him over his gold
bowed spectacles. Wilson showed no surprise at the visit; sooner or later
they all came up to him. Yet, in his gruff way he was very cordial. He
shook hands warmly, cleared a chair tor his visitor from the accumula
tions of papers and rose and closed the glass door. Then the two old men
sat down together, waiting for the first move— the one w-ith the hope In
hip breast for the fulfillment of the ambition of his life, and the other able
in a sense to give it to him. or. at least, to get it -for him.
But the Culbersons are not the stuff that suppliants are made of. The
"Governor" was a petitioner at the power of the press, but he had no in
him against excitement. The voice and
hands belonged to Mabel White.
Immediately after the meeting at
Mvskogee she had gone to Tampa and
offered her services to the Red !:.;
She had followed him almost to uw
field of battle, and when he was
wounded had begged the privilege 01
assisting in his care.
Hume recovered in time to ride again
with the Rough Riders and when those
reckless fighters were mustered out he
went back home and was quietly mar
ried to the girl of his heart.
Lieutenant Hume will have to stand
trial for the duel of fifteen years ago.
But as the witnesses are now dead the
story of his and Mabel's heroism so
well known and the general feeling so
strongly in his favor, it is not difficult
to predict a mild verdict.
The Indian Rough Rider Lieutenant and H's Red Cross Nurse Bride.
tention of losing his dignity. After some political gossip between them, he
made his whole proposition. ■.".*•■ - OTT *«n of what you are aware
.° n SX^iSS l^t'Kadny to the jropo |lt ,o n He had gjn gjnninj
"Governor" had come in to remina film of it. %°™™*4^l"GavexnQTr
gSSSSS^^-^JlJa l^ n^K^'hen le^STt^.
Sam Wilson complimented him on his health. , - he sal d.
"You are looking extremely .well,. ' Governor, ne saia.
Th^-Governor'' acknowleapd the^om^Dliment. you older or younger
,:■ ''By. the way, 'Governor,' "said Wilson, are jou oiaer or yuuuß«
than. I am?"
"You are—" .I-am- a year your senior.- said the "Governor" "I
"A^^theT^ir. I am a year your senior." said the "Governor" "I
am The stately old figure, with its goUWieaded cane tramped heavHy
away. As he heard his footsteps on the stairs ■ Sam Wilson sanK dock
again into his old office chair and shook his head. ■-■__.. howe a S necta-
Wilson-had followed the world closely V* rou^}r?wiffl : cSbersra In
cles, and he lived in a different generation i 1r0n ,,. Governor Culberson. «i
*n th« intellect of a criminal lawyer and nerves ime it-ie^ra-pu
wires Ar?aved hiainst him was the cleverest band of sharpers that the
•■•oiVSgoS? wo P r r kwa 3 a not c 'for .a beSevolent old It may be dif
ferent in some other.States, but we are killing Governors at 45.
Nevertheless Sam Wilson wanted the Governorship for our section,
and be-In to callfor it most heartily. At the northern end of the State,
there wa^B^ne tendency- to demur at flr*t. but the general-drift of events-
favorable to us There would be no difficulty in finding the proper
Can i d t d wi e s a^th?s ce d ce a that rt ''&)vernor'' Culberson began to.enjoy a fore
taste of the Joys of victory. The old-fashioned country politicians who
formed his council of advisers considered the choice already made. Was
there any such candidate in our part of the State? they asked.. convincing
ly He also received many calls -and many letters from nomeless politi-
Ihe^-Gr^'to^le^lt his duty to visit the Her
aid office^ asrain said to Wilson, "to congratulate you on your
*«£b3 SSSSsvss a SlM^&fwas before him,
I 'believe. Now. we have got to
■nick Fhf man I'm Kill voif dropped In to-day. 'Governor ' for I have been
■?Wnkin| m^er matter pretty hard, and I'd like to talk it over with you.
v\ telM-ou hoy ? I VSfl You know how we are fixed. The times are hard.
i HH.h ha rVinnd there's a gang of rascals up there at the State House
I SkrS^ t & KlLe-Ts^-tleur
Governor Milts Holoomb of Johnsonville." He stopped a moment
t0 m? Governor/ » he 'continued, "what do you think? How. would
H0 Tne n c.l'd O m f a°n had bee" gradually stiffening up for the blow during Wil
son^ explosUre conversation.. His face was nearly purple when it fell. He
ar0 "Mr o Ho1 omb is an admirable man. sir.", he said. , "No doubt he would
ma slm^Vil d o G nn omo0 mo r p n P °e r a his fa^e° d as d tn'e old man stamped down the stairs.
'" T B^tfsamAVilsoVhid something more to occupy his mind that day than
sontiment He must bring out in the morning the Herald s candidate He
hPnt S! the best energies of a veteran political pleader into his appeal for
; Holcomif And to close up all avenues of retreat he Quoted "Goy 7
JSio?" CulberSon on the nomination. "That veteran leader or the party
the article ran "ex-Lieutenant Governor Culberson when consulted on the
suMeot expressed his warm opinion of the choice." .
This' announcement of a candidate made a more than usual row. Old
Tulberson^had many friends in town; besides we have a nat
ural feeling that we do not care to hand over to Johnsonville anything we
his' work" cut out for him and he knew it. ; And the
worstoart of It was, his candidate was not sure he wanted to run. This
=t?ange phenomenon was brought about by perfectly natural causes. Miles
ilSbwas the head of the big Johnsonville mill. He ; was a leader In
thi ra^ks of the men who do things. Big. broad-shouldered, rough and
shrewd he was the typical guardian spirit of a cotton mill, and he recog- .-
S^fhat there was his place. Once he had takeji time to play Lieutenant
rovernor for a term, but that was only a side issue. He was not anxious
let ?he be machine trundle along by itself for two years while he went
% to nlav Governor: ' When he first read his name in the paper it was
?™r<?d as a Remarkable fact among the men who would hive laid down
ths?r lives to be Governor for one month that he swore vigorously.
But no one knew better than Sam Wilson the man he had to deai with
or the tools he had to use. Within twenty-four hours Sam was visited by
° v,ois En Tohnsonviile politicians, among them two or three friends of
Holcomb These ™c instructed- to win Hoi comb around Immediately. .It
isn't evew day that the nomination for Governor comes knocking at a
man's fdoor said Sam. "Besides, you can tell him it won't hurt his busi-
S Iny to have hadthe title of Governor. You want to start at him right
off toS because the Culberson fellows from here will be over right away
?o^se^ what he will do. You've got an early start and you want to keep
eoit cF'Z> Wilson was right. After thinking the matter over a couple of days,
can t alTorn 1 1, 0^ much more, and he never was much on luxuries.' " :
"What if "t dolsr"said Sam. "He.can afford it can't he? Now, I tell
, whft rd do 11' I were in this thing. I'd get the people started. The
you h T A. d H ) C( V mb or they will want him. and it's about time they were
ZV-\ from You % , over 'arid get up a rousing citizens' meeting in John
heard from. let him hear from it. That's what I'd do."
SOn Th c pomicans s^t off immediately, and the citizens' meeting was
V.ff thP. fir«it night the village band had an open date. There was a
brought off the w.iniMu i another, and a delegation of leaders
crowd brought out in one > the i people. The Herald announced the
was chosen to pre * n i the light of such a demonstration rom the heart of
next ln tt € YeV c could be no doubt that any hesitancy which Mr. Holcomb
the people, tnereLj accepting the nomination would be overcome, and
might have leltanoiu i- i «n« n could ;ifford to dlsre?ard such a cal]
°Bu\\he JohnsSnville men were stiU in doubt about their man. He was
Battle to Keep 200,000 Sheep
Out of the Yosemite Reservation
The War called off the regulars Who had beery guarding the great yosemite J?eserVatror\ and
the Sheepmen took advantage of the situation to driVe in their Sheep by the thousands. What
troubles the inspectors had to driv>e them out is graphically told beloW.
Two hundred thousand sheep
swarmed over the Yosemite National
Park during the past summer. When
of a Scotch-Irish brand, whic h dislikes :to driven. wilaon "He's
. "Send him over to consult with me. If you want to. saia Wilson, ne a
be *FinaH e v b t e h f eT«nduced Ho.comb to drop in, and t%'*s%£jrß%£t %'*s%£jrB%£
three cigars the glass door was closed. while the two men t alk ed 1 1 over
Wilson began. with congratulations and continued with the air or a^an
who sees resistance impossible. "When a ■ man has the $£4, toplck
thrown at him like a bouquet," he Bald, "he can t aft to refuse to pick
it up. Personally I look at all these things as a disinterested party, Dut u#
mighty Important for you not to make a false move here. to maka
"But, good Lord, Wilson," said Holcomb, "imagine me tr>lng to make
a B ?.^ cn^' orator we want you to work. You can Bay
how-dVldo ? and^e'll geT an oratorical Lieutenant Governor to do the
, talk Ho!comb went out in a state of submission, and In the^mornir* the
Herald officially announced that Mr. Holcomb would l certainly stand ( for
the nomination for the Governorship. "He Is the man for the place, it
said; "the people have demanded him." ■ . ._ .
-Such modern methods of political warfare were too much for the Cu.
berson coterie. They were overwhelmed in the beginning in dignifiedre
treat. After his first rebuff "Governor" Culberson could not be induced to
have Wilson approached in any way in his interest. - . communi
"l refuse, sir," he said when urged repeatedly, to have any communi
cation whatever with that poltroon that dirty scribbler, sir.
Hence it. came about that his name was entirely : ignored In the cam
. paign for the nomination. And as it was never once brought before the
people to any extent, the people naturally did not consider it In spite or
the many insinuations of his personal friends that he . could be persuaded
to run. It is not a time when the people arise unassisted and_ whatever
popular uprising there was favored Holcomb. ■ He was a successful busi
ness man, an employer of many people— and on the whole a * 1 " < * one— ana
he had the powerful reputation of a "bottomless barrel," with the politi-
The campaign for the nomination went with a rush. T^ e t northern
end of the State soon swung into line for our man, and the metropolitan
press there was full of such phrases as "a captain of industry, >t man or
energy and decided character," "a power in financial circles. xnere
was progressive enthusfasm and pride in our own section. ■_
. Very few of us now noticed the tall, gaunt figure, who did not rejoice
at our feast. For a few days after he realized that his case was hopeless,
Governor Culberson remained at his home, 'partly because he was Phys
ically prostrated by the blow and partly because he thought the eyes or
all would be on him in the streets in pity and scorn. As a matter or ract,
people did not think of him at all. further than to understand in a general
way that he was sick. When he did drive out again they noticed how
much changed he was by his illness. Indeed, it was almost startling; ni3
face had lost its color, there was a little quaver in his voice, and an un
certainty in his step which had never been there before. His clothes were
not so carefully tended to and there began to be a suspicion of aingmess
on his immaculate shirtfront. • \ * • '•'; •
People began to see that he was an old man. "You must take care or
yourself, Governor," his friends said. , _.
In the meantime the boom for Miles Holcomb still hurried along. The
caucuses went solidly for him all over the State; a young lawyer from the
north was to be made Lieutenant Governor. All records for harmony were
surpassed. The Question now arose as to who would present the name 01
our candidate ' before the State convention. Holcomb, who «& a
warmed up to the game by this time, was very much interested in this.
He made up his mind he must have "Gov" Culberson, and with character
■ istic directness he went to him..and asked him for his services.
"My dear sir," replied the old gentleman, with dignity, "while I appre
ciate the distinguished honor you offer me, I fear I shall be obliged to de
cline. I could not do you justice, sir." ._ .
■ "O, thunder," said Holcomb, "if I had only half * your gift of gab
I'd be a happy. man. As it is, I He awake nights thinking of how many
different kinds of fool I'm going to be when I'm Governor.
Culberson pleaded hard. "Mr. Holcomb," he said, "I am not what I
: have been. lam an old man, sir. I will tell you confidentially, sir, that my
sleep is very broken, and my appetite has been leaving me lately, l ami
- not very strong, I fear, sir." •'/ :'."
But Holcomb insisted, and finally the old man yielded to him.
"I could not refuse with honor," he said to his friends.
"The choice of ex-Lieutenant Governor Culberson to present the name
of our candidate at the State convention," said the Herald, "is a happy i
one. There is no other figure in our section of the State, or indeed in
the commonwealth, that commands greater respect than our honored and
esteemed fellow-citizen." -
At last the day before the convention came,' and we sent up a special
train with our candidate. In the prospective Governors car, back toward
the rear, sat old "Gov" Culberson, a strange, erect, impassive figure amid,
the clouds of tobacco smoke. That evening he went for a short time with,
the rest through the corridors of the hotel, where the committee head
quarters were, and watched, as he had many times before, the- spirit or
Americanism worshiped with the incense of cigars and mixed drinks. He
did not know many people there now, however, and he went to bed early
for his effort of the morrow. ..f'? 7j • . .
• The: convention of that year was a quiet and harmonious on«, without'
any marked features, and It is perhaps for that reason that I, with many
others, had indelibly fixed in my mind the fine old figure of ex-Governor^
Culberson as he made his little speech of nomination. There were some
little things to regret about the affair— those little things In great occur
rences which are so painful— and the old man winced when the chairman
referred to his former distinguished service as Governor of the State. But
he had himself well in hand for the occasion, and was more a Governor
in appearance than any man on the platform. His broadcloth was perfect,
his linen immaculate and his carriage dignified and proud. He went to
the crisis -of his life like a Culberson and a man. , •....-.-,.. -.
There was some surprise at the start on the part of the northern dele
gates, but it changed into admiration as the old politician made his simple
speech. lie confined himself to a plain, sincere eulogy of the party and
the ability- of the candidate to serve it.
"I am an old man, Mr. Chairman." he said. "I have a feeling—
I may say an assurance, sir — that I shall not be present at another guber
natorial convention. As an individual, sir, I have not been eminent in our
party, but I stand, sir, to-day as the representative of a generation of men
now nearly passed away, whose service has been honorable and distin
guished, and in behalf of them I wish to hand over the welfare of our great
party to your hands. It is a party with a great past; I need not rehearse
to you how great. May its future be as notable and as strong.
"It is perhaps fitting for me, as a man who is about to leave the stage
forever, to introduce to you the man who is about to occupy its center. I
am about to bring before you, gentlemen, a man of great vigor and ability
and conscience— man who Is the unanimous choice of our section of the
. State— your candidate. I need not say more. He is. I venture to pre
dict, your favorite as well as ours, and he does not need my introduction.
The time has. now come, Mr. ' Chairman and gentlemen of the convention,
•for me to bring to a close my little speech— the last I shall make at a
t political gathering. It Is said that it is the great fault of old men Chat they
do not know how to get through, but old men. learn their lessons; as well
as. young. And in closing I wish to propose to you, gentlemen, an old
fashioned sentiment from the bottom of my heart: The dear oKi party,
God bless it, and Miles Holcomb, who will be its candidate and the next
Governor of the State.' " . ".. . :_ : • • ■
The fine old figure stood. erect for a few seconds, while the cheering
arose and died away, then sank back into a chair.
"That," said a gray-haired delegate next to me, "is the stuff we used
- to make Governors of." . • ■
The exercises were pushed forward at a speed which is only obtained
when everything is cut and dried. It was but a short time before the nom
inating was over and Miles Holcomb made his speech of acceptance. It was
a short speech, evidently ready made, and delivered with the schoolboy
gestures" of a man unaccustomed to talking. Yet the resolute face and
bearing of the candidate for Governor showed to the discerning eye, even
under these disadvantages, that he was a man capable of filling the posi
tion with credit.
. Then the minor business of the convention was rushed off, the band
played frantically, and the big body broke into the confusion of leaving.
The platform was crowded with prominent men exchanging greetings or
charging toward the candidate In the center of the stage. .
. Men do not do these things right, as women do. Old "Governor" Cul
berson stood up slowly from his chair at the edge of the platform. No
one paid the slightest attention to him; they were headed toward the
group in the center of the stage. The old man looked uncertainly at the
crowd, then turned slowly, away and started down the platform steps. A
little district telegraph boy, who was at the press tables below, helped him
on with his coat, and watched him with awe as he plodded slowly to the
door. He went straight to the station and took the first train back to his,
empty home. • .
I saw him on. the train. He was crouched in the corner of tha
seat. His hat was drawn down over his eyes, his stock was somewhat
awry and his shirt front was disarranged and rumpled. He was staring
steadily at the back of the seat before him. It was the sort of thing that
a man does not enjoy watching.
spring came in the mountains the war
in Spain gave other and graver business
than acting as a park patrol to the
United States cavalrymen who had
looked after the reservation in former
years, and the owners of sheep in the
San Joaquin Valley were not slow to
take advantage of the chance to steal
pasturage in the territory set aside
"for the recreation of the people." It
was not until the end of June that the
Secretary of the Interior, who has ex
clusive control of the park, had at his
disposal a small fund ($4000) that en
abled him to employ a force of forest
agents to police the premises. Then the
fun began— the fun of man hunting,
which of all forms of the chase is most
likely to afford robust entertainment.
The superintendency of the park was
intrusted by Mr. Bliss to a special in
spector of the Land Office, J. TV. Zevely,
who stationed himself at Wawona, near
the southern border of the reserve,
where the military guard has been in
the habit of camping. Two other spe
cial inspectors, Messrs. Cullom and
Buick, were assigned as assistants to
the superintendent, and the body of the
force consisted of eleven men of the ad
jacent country, most of them having
plenty of the needful experience in
By the time when this patrol, divid
ed into two parties, started on its cam
paign there was scarcely a square mile
of the park that had not been overrun
by sheep. The flocks were everywhere;
up on the highest bench meadows, close
under the everlasting snows, down In
the hidden recesses of the deepest can
yons; creeping along the flanks of the
most precipitous mountains; streaming
in long array through narrow and tor
tuous defiles; clambering over vast
bodies of naked rock lying between the
grass bearing areas. For a baker's
dozen of scouts to follow and discover
these herds, scattered through a terri
tory approaching 1500 square miles in
extent and of an indescribably rugged
character, and to Induce or compel the
herdsmen to remove their flocks beyond
the limits of the park, was a work in
volving a good many of the character
i istics of a lively guerrilla warfare.
J The cunnlngest old sheepherders in
half a dozen counties, men who for ten
or twenty years before the nark was
established had tramped the region un
til they knew every twist and turn it
possessed, had been employed as steers
men for the flocks. No sooner had the
patrol taken the field than word was
passed from sheep camp to sheep camp,
a system of outlooks was created, and
there began a series of rapid shifts and
dodges that was highly creditable to
the herders' knowledge of topography
and to their determination to get the
last possible blade of forbidden grass
before they should be evicted.
But how those fellows did lie! There
was nothing imaginative or picturesque
about their lying, but it was amusing
in its way for sheer baldness of men
dacity. Most of them were Portuguese
or French- Basques, b\it they all spoke
Spanish. Their first little lie was in
variably to profess an utter ignorance
of the English language; but when they
discovered that there was a working
knowledge of both Spanish and French
among the patrol it was comical to no
tice how tiaturally they would "drop
into" fairly fluent Yosemite English.
And their Ignorance of the park! It
was the first time they had come inside
the limits. They had only been In for
a few days. They knew only one way
out— which, singularly enough, was al
ways the longest way.
When these objections and excuses
for delay had been put aside there was
a string of others equally false an 4
equally futile. And then, finding the
uselessness of their petty pretenses,
they would abandon the humbug with
a surprising quickness and wpeak the
truth as if their tongues had never ac
quired facility in Jyine.
It took six weeks of hard scrambling
on horsetUck where possible and afoot
where the animals could not be taken
to make much of an impression on the
quantity of the Invading herds. By the
end of that time about 160,000 sheep had
been expelled, and the more important
central part of the park was fairly free
from such trespassers. But all around
the borders of the reservation the flocks
continued to creep in, and it was not
until late in September, when Troop A
of the Utah Cavalry had replaced the
civilian patrol, that the last of the
sheep men was cantured and ejected.
A Chinese athlete says that the
brains of the duck are the most
strengthening food it Is possible to eat.