Adventure, August 3, 1919 — page 193: what you’re looking at

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Curiosity, pure and simple—that’s the adventure spirit! Somewhere beyond the limit of physical vision lies the unknown, the supposedly inaccessible. Comes curiosity. Curiosity proves too strong for mental fear, though it may give a sharp jolt to mere physical courage; and out goes the adventurer, bound to satisfy his curiosity even at the cost of his life, even though the object prove after all a will-o’-the-wisp. The adventure lies not in the f finding, but in the seeking, while yet the goal re- mains unseen and unknown. And the adventurer is a great or small adventurer in the proportion by which cunosity conquers fear. Such is my notion of the spirit which moves so ; many men to perform otherwise unaccountable actions. I know it issoin my own case. Let some ~ one tell me that there is some place I can not reach, something I can not do, and up rises All Powerful : Curiosity. What is it? Where? If foot free, I want immediately to have a go.—A. E. DrNGLE. DAINTY morsel from Henry Oyen of our writers’ brigade: Just noticed in one of the recent numbers of Adventure that there’s mention of ‘Liver-Eating Johnson,” of the Yellowstone country. Did your correspondent tell you how he got his name? Don’t : think it was because he had a weakness for “iver __ and.”” ~Far be it from such. I have it straight from a man who hunted with him a few years before : he died: Johnson played king to his neck of the coun- : try, and there’ was only one young Indian, a Chey- i A enne chief, who dared to defy him. Said chief raided and burned Johnson’s camp once while Johnson was away at his traps. “The !? said 4 Johnson, when he returned and saw the ruins. “‘T’ll eat his liver!” And, tradition saith, he made good the threat—Oven, a AS PREVIOUSLY announced, our Camp- . _Fire buttons are now ready for de- ___ livery. I think there’s going to be no doubt as to a big demand for them. At ‘ this writing the first announcement of their being ready has not reached you, _-yet requests have been coming in right along, though the askers had only the vague preliminary announcements) to go on, without knowing price or date of de- livery. As the buttons were delivered to us long before we could notify you in rint we have been sending them out to ese early seekers. There will be enough for all. Though this first order may be exhausted before long, more will be ordered _ before it entirely disappears and, now that a die is made, re-orders will not take so : —_— ie button or badge is small, neat, in- ous and yet individual and easily Enamel with gold-washed edgings, -eighths of an inch in diameter, with a clinch pin to hold in - i et _ The sort of country that lifts a man out of himself, Camp-Fire place. Three fields, blue, brown and green, for sky, earth and sea. The numeral 71 is the only lettering or design of any kind that appears on the badge, 71 being the sum of the letters of “Camp-Fire” when assigned their numerical positions in the alphabet. Membership in our Camp-Fire is open to any one who has the desire to be a com- rade. There is no ceremony of admission. And any member may apply for a badge. They are sent out at cost price, 25 cents covering badge and return postage to any part of the world. I’m glad the badges are assured of a strong demand. There is a good idea back of their use and the badges themselves will, I think, win favor when you see them. Personally I'll be glad when I can locate a comrade among apparent strangers and I think most of us feel the same way. Be RESPONSE to a Camp-Fire sugges- tion, a number of you have wnitten in their own experiences in getting out of the clutches of old Mr. Demon Rum. No preaching, you understand; we’re not con- ducting any temperance crusade. Just plain facts, given on the chance they may be of practical help to other comrades who are trying to cut it out. Here is one of the letters. It is our comrade E. E. Harriman, of our writers’ brigade and “‘Ask Adventure,” to whom he refers. Pasadena, Calif. For several years, having the restless foot, wan- dered around the country and very naturally picked up booze. First came malaria, then a morning drink, which soon grew into a quart a day. The fever was not cured, so I visited Hot Springs, Ark., taking four months’ water cure. It proved a success, for I have never had the fever since, but the booze appetite remained. For several years I hit it up pretty hard, then tried to quit, and I guess I swore off several hundred times only to go back again. I never reached the “bum a drink stage,” but came very close, "THREE years ago I decided it was either quit or go under, for I am a lunger and have been for twelve years, and booze was not helping me. Knowing I could not stand the pace much longer, I rolled my bed and struck out for Trinity County, Calif., landing in Hyampom, a valley, not a town. As far as the eye could reach there was nothing but pines and mountains, valleys and streams, raises him to a higher plane and makes him clean ~ whether he wants to or not. I spent four oath in and close to Hyampom. Fishing, hunting and hiking. I forgot ‘about booze, and to ae ey sb sane ote Thave no desire for it and do not drink even beer.