Adventure, August 3, 1919 — page 194: what you’re looking at

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184 Adventure Understand me, I am no anti-booze man, but T have seen some fine men under from it and I know from experience that old John B, has a fierce kick. He always wins if you stay long enough. HILE on the subject let me tell you something about the my Two of us left here on Sept. 16, 1916, by auto and, on arriving in Red Bluff, hired a truck and driver to take us and our outfit to Hayfork, about one hundred and fifty miles. From Hayfork to Hyampom on foot without outfit on mule back, about thirty miles. We walked about twenty miles, I guess, for we rode to the end of the highway about cight miles. When we reached Hyampom my booze-soaked muscles were screaming with pain. We spent the night at a Mr. Butler’s, and early the next morning started for the summit of Hayfork Mountain where we intended camping a few days to enjoy some real good hunting, Don’t think I will say much about that trip, for I always want to go back to bed and rest when- ever it comes into my mind. We made it all right and after a short rest took a look at the country. "LL never forget the first sunset, and you know this country is noted for its beautiful sunsets, of which I have seen many but nothing to equal that one. Can you imagine hundreds of miles of country standing on end, thickly covered with pine trees and every known color and shade and many unknown covering the whole thing? Can you imagine the west a blaze of color and the east tinted yellow with a great big moon? Well, that is what I saw, only it don’t come anywhere near telling you of the wonderful beauty. I tell you, a man couldn’t be anything but clean in this country. NEVER saw so many deer in my life, or such streams of fish. Rainbow, steel-head and salmon trout. Quail and grouse are positively thick. Believe me, it’s a man’s country. I am crazy to go back, but can’t get enough money together. I work two or three months, then have to rest the same length of time. Some day I hope to collect the correct amount and, believe me, I will hike for Trinity, locate a homestead and Live. If you care to use this, hop to it, only please don’t use my name. BY THE way, to come Shack to the booze ques- tion. Tell any chap who wants to quit to go see Mr. Harriman. Just to look at him will make anything on two legs straighten his shoulders and take a brace. He sure is a man’s man, and then some. He is ail man. es If any one ever asks anything about Trinity County let me know. I sure will boost. : Excuse me for taking up so much of your time, but thoughts of Trinity send me back to the trails I dearly love. HE Federal Board for Vocational Edu- cation, 200 New Jersey Avenue, North- west, Washington, D. C., sent us a state- ment of the many practical helps and services they offer in reeducating disabled soldiers and sailors but there is not space to print them all, concisely stated though they are. Artificial limbs free, free medical treatment after di (for disabili incurred in service), free vocational training with War-Risk insuran ovision cover- ing period of training and period of further disability, help toward suitable positions following training, etc. Fourteen district offices through the country, | If you were disabled in service make sure that you know definitely and in full all the many things the Board will do to help you. Personally I was amazed at the extent of the service offered. But all that service was fully and honestly earned by those in need of it and it would be only childish and wrong to refuse the service because of any mistaken pride. You might just as well refuse the “charity” of a decora- tion for valor. TP adventures of our identification- cards in the Great War—if collected what a book they would make! Here is a sample, from a letter written before hos- tilities ceased: Warrington, England. It may interest you to receive a friendly word from one who has carried one of Adsenture’s serial identification-cards in his pocket for many years, The card remains with me yet, but as it is in the safe of this hospital along with other papers of value, Masonic certificates, etc., I can not give you its number. Nevertheless it has traveled via Canada from Boston, U. S. A., over to the camps of Blighty and the wastes of France, where its bearer has during the past two years alternated between laying rails for France, under General “Jack” Stewart, and dodging “Jerry’s’’ shrapnel, bombs, “flying pigs,” and many of the other pleasant surprises “Jerry” entertains our boys with, Your card was present at the Battle of Vimy, April 1917, at the Cambrai push of November, 1917, in the big retregt of March, 1918, and between times was all over the place in the terrain bounded by Arras, Cambrai, Peronne, Amiens, Paris, Abbéville and the Channel coast. Quite a big territory to cover, em- bracing nearly all of the ancient domains of Picardy and Artois, “Somme” battlefield it was! Never have Dumas romances seemed so real as when I saw Bethune, Le Fére, Beauvais, étc., ete. ed. ib. No. 749285 Sapper Rocrr F. Garprener, 12th Canadian Railway Troops. GQOMETHING for us to be considering. Wouldn’t it be a fine thing if we could gradually establish Camp-Fire “stations’’ or local headquarters all over the map? A place where we could register ourselves . or leave word for a comrade who would or might follow later, or run a good chance comicbooks.com