The Frontier, May 1926 — page 106: what you’re looking at

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96 shoot in order to have an excuse for killing him, and he did kill him twice; that is, he fired two shots, either of which would have caused almost instant death, One through the neck and one through the heart. I have been over the ground covered by E. E. Harriman in “Six-gun Quarantine”. I did some mining where the quarantine fence was built—near Dripping Springs Tank. It’s a fine story and deserves a place in historical romances of the West. We must take care to perpetuate these stories, for it will be but a short time till the old- timers and the writers who were born on the ground will have passed. We ought to have a university where those things are taught to the coming crop of Western story writers. We have still plenty of data and enough old-time fiction writers, such as Harriman, Raine, Manlove, Rhodes, Gray, Mulford and a lot of that caliber, We lost a good one when Hough passed out. The automatic started to sweep out the Colt, but it failed; the Colt is back to stay. The automatic can’t be depended on where there is dust and grit, and that is the best we have in cowland, so old Colt is still with us. George C. Boyd, 804 Pine St., Omaha, Nebraska. MORE GRINSTEAD HE Jaybird Flies” is the title of J. E. Grinstead’s latest novel, which will come to you in the next issue of THe Frontier, A great tale it is, too; a tale of the early Texas cattle country days on the edge of the Staked Plains, a tale of wholesale rust- ling—and wholesale retaliation; a tale of range war, and finally of the coming of the Law. It is a story that will rank with “The Scourge of the Little C”, “The Master Squatter”, and all the other Grinstead favorites. Two novelettes will accompany the Grinstead novel, a long Western story by Anthony M. Rud, and a shorter novelette with a fine Alaskan setting, by August Eberhardt. Action aplenty you will find in “Red Butte’, the Rud story; and “Nemesis”, the new Eber- THE FRONTIER hardt tale we predict will be as popular as his “Gold Is Where You Find It”, which we recently published. Among the short stories will be a fine Western by Ernest Haycox. Old Dodge City lives again in this tale, and in it you meet an old-timer who knew and played according to “The Code”. “The Tenth Way of Ibn Namrod” is an Arabian tale by Warren Hastings Miller, and one well worth offering as an introduction of this popular writer to Frontier readers. “Dutch Cour- age”, by L. Patrick Greene, shifts the scene to the South African frontier. Alanson Skinner will be on hand again with “Cousin Winking Bear’s Horse”, the last of his Sauk stories—and inci- dentally the last story he wrote. Besides these there will be J. R. Johnston, Henry Herbert Knibbs, and others. A right good number we con- sider it. THE MAIL POUCH * IRST out of the pouch this month is a letter from a Colorado reader who rises to corroborate Edwin L. Sabin’s article, “All Clear Grit”. He too knows Dr. T. and pays tribute to the doctor’s almost incredible perform- ance: Editor, THe FRONTIER, DEAR Sir: I have just finished reading “All Clear Grit” by Edwin L. Sabin in Tue Frontier, and I want to say it is all true from begin- ning to end, for I have heard the same story from the Doctor’s own lips just as it was in Mr. Sabin’s article. I have known Doctor T, all my life, and he is just as Mr. Sabin describes him, being a quiet man, soft-spoken and gentle, but made of strong stuff or he could never have crawled thirty miles through the snow after being shot six times, which I know to be a fact for I have seen the scars. Dr. T. at the present time is living on a farm which he has back in the hills where READERS’ FAVORITE COUPON “Readers’ Favorite” Editor, THE Frontier, Garden City, N. Y. The stories in this number I like best are those marked below (indicate your favorites by numerals 1 to 5—1 for your first choice, 2 for the second, etc.) — The Devil’s Caldron — Songs of the Range ~The Waters of Bowlegs Creck — Australia—Fortune Land IT did not like — Chaparejos —A Bride Too Many —Sam Bass — Yellow Iron Address he traps and hunts bear. He is an excellent hunter and a fine shot. He is well liked and respected by everyone who knows him and the country would be benefited by it if there were more men like him. Bert Bardin, Rifle, Colorado. Next comes a letter from a Trading Post reader who checks up Edward Parrish Ware on his little article on “The Red River Raft”: Editor, THe FRONTIER, Dear Sir: I feel called upon to correct a false im. pression conveyed by Mr. Ware in his arti- cle, “The Red River Raft”. Mr. Ware states that the raft, “finally so impregnated the air with malaria that human existence was unendurable in its vicinity.’ “The rotting of the logs nearest the mouth of the stream accounted for the deadly mal- aria.” From this, one unfamiliar with the subject would be led to believe that malaria is caused from the rotting of logs or from bad air. This assumption is absolutely in- correct, as our scientists have proven the old theory of paludism or of a sickness ex- haled from the ground to be obsolete and wholly wrong. The broad facts on which it was based are sufficiently accounted for by the habits of mosquitoes. There are many kinds of mosquitoes, but the female Anopheles is the only one which has, and whose bite may transmit to humans —the malarial germ; although even they will not be infected with malaria unless they have bitten a human being having the dis- ease, V. L. Davis, 401 Penn Ave., Turtle Creek, Pa. And one from a reader whois a booster for Clarence E, Mulford and the old frontier as it was—accurate frontier fiction as we strive to present it in THe Frontier: Editor, THE FRONTIER, Dear Sir: I especially enjoy Mr. Mulford’s stories, because while I get all of the thrill that comes from the romance and adventure of Western tales in ordinary they are like ac- curately photographed movies, true in all of the details. One is getting a lot of ac- curate information as well as fine enjoy- ment in losing one’s self in the sphere of what is the most satisfying type of fiction to many readers, I like ’em wild, I like ’em woolly, and I like ‘em killed where they ought to be killed. “That is what I pay my quarter for,’ as one New England school-teacher said about Western movies. I have only been reading Tue Frontier about one year now, but I look forward to it eagerly each month. Shall miss Alanson Skinner's articles. It seems to me that you are doing a splendid work in scattering such articles as those of Mulford, Skinner, The Cowboy Songs, etc., in a fiction magazine and bringing to people’s attention so much of the interesting truths of the Old West and habits of frontier life. Dr, Theresa Jennings, 224 E. Main St., Streator, Illinois. Gomicboo | <SriGOim