Adventure Magazine Cover, June 18, 1921 — page 112: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

wee ‘-TUTTLE os te Author of “Tippecanoe and Cougars Two,” “ HERE ain’t no question but what me and “Dirty Shirt” Jones would like to go back to Piperock. Sort of a call of the wild, I reckon, and at that there ain’t many places wilder than Piperock. Me and Dirty started in to help ‘‘Scenery” Sims, the sheriff, put ““Tombstone” Todd in jail. It was dark and Scenery didn’t have no handcuffs, so me and Dirty helped him handle his prisoner. Me and Dirty have peered upon the wine when it was red and neither of us cared much for Scenery with his squeaky little voice; so when Piperock awoke-the next morning they had to dyna- mite the jail to get their sheriff out of his own cell. No, I don’t know where Tomb- stone went. Thereupon Piperock riseth in a body and follers me and Dirty plumb to the border. Maybe they wanted to congratulate us, but we're very, very modest. Me and Dirty ain’t bad. We was just joking with Scenery. Anyway, I don’t think Tombstone was guilty of rustling Seven A cows. He said he wasn’t, and there wasn’t no reason for him lying about it to me and Dirty, unless he was afraid we’d want part of the proceeds. This is why we’re in a strange county, at a strange bar and talking with a stranger. He’s a_ pe-culiar-looking ‘hombre, sort of sad-eyed, as he peers through his glass of hard liquor. 3 “The West,” says he, “is the bunk. There ain’t none such.” ~ 7¥e alls 4 i Jaa s Between Pike’s Peak and a Pickle.”’ “What for kind of a West does you re- quire?” asks Dirty, like he was trying to sell the feller a necktie. “Wild,” says he. ‘Wild like the writers tell us about. The kind of a West that Buffalo Bill knew. I’ve hunted for it loud and long, but she ain’t and that’s an end to it. Have another drink?” “Mister,” says Dirty, “you came West but you never got there. Somehow you missed Piperock.”’ “Whither lieth said Piperock?”’ “Lieth is a good word,” nods Dirty. ‘In direction, she’s south of here and as the crow flies she’s a hundred miles.”’ “Is that real West?”’ ‘‘Man, that’s the West. imitations and frauds.” “You brings me great cheer,” says he. ‘Bartender, do your duty.” ‘“You bring cheer to two of us, the same of which makes three cheers.”’ “IT wouldst have you take me to this Piperock place.” “Yeah?” says Dirty. “Me and Ike Harper are not taking anybody within sheriff-shot of Piperock, although our hearts are homesick for the old village of vice. We wouldst go there, pardner, but circum- stances are against us. We'll tell yuh some few things pertaining to that hamlet of horror, but that’s as far as we'll go. “The city limits of Piperock are the dis- tance a sheriff can ride in two hours and then shoot with a .30-30; the same of which marks a spot several miles removed from the All others is IO2 COmicloo CO 5}