Pulp Fiction, 1925 · page 196 of 212
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ae c A Free-to-All Meeting- Place ¢ tr Readers, Writers andAdvenmturenr Qur Camp-Fire came into being May 5, 1912, with our June issue, and since then ita fire has never died down. Many have gathered about it and they are of all classes and degrees, high and low, rich and poor, adventurers and stay-at-homes, and from all parts of the earth. Some whose voices we used to know have taken the Long Trail and arc heard no more, but they are still memories among us, and new voices are heard, and weicomed. We are drawn together by a common liking for the strong, clean things of out-of- doors, for word fram the earth’s far places, for man in action instead of caged by cir- cumstance. The spirit of adventure lives in all men; the rest is chance. But something besides a common interest holds us together. Somehow a real com- radeship has grown up among us. Men can not thus meet and talk together without growing iato friendlier relations; many a time does one of us come to the rest for facts and guidance; many a close personal friendship has our Camp-Fire built up between two men sno had never met; often has it proved an open sesame between strangers im a far , Perhaps our Camp-Fire is even a little more. Perhaps it is a bit of leaven working gently among those of different station toward the fuller and more human understand- ing and sympathy that will some day bring to man the real democracy and brotherhood he seeks. Few indeed are the agencies that bring together on a friendly footing so many and such great extremes as here. And we are numbered by the hundred thousand now. If you are come to our Camp-Fire for the first time and find you like the things we like, join us and find yourself very welcome. There is no obligation except ordinary: manliness, no forms or ceremonies, no dues, no officers, no anything except men and women gathered for interest and friendliness. Your desire to join makes you a member. S TO “cows” vs “steers’—something The title.“‘cow-puncher” was honestly earned. The from J. Allan Dunn of our writers’ cattleman sells his three-year-old steers and keeps poe ae - his heifers for more calves. His herd today is rigade: Holmes, New York. primarily a cow herd. ce 2. (4 ”? ‘ : About the word “cows” as opposed to “steers. MORE testimony as to the severity ‘of I have let the older-timers than myself tell this : Henry person that his rope is dragging, though I had a tarantula bite and as to the cures cowboys in my own outfit that had ridden the trail therefor: in earlier days. Mountain Grove, Missouri. But this I know that, after the first beef-herds of I have been reading right along about the differ- steers and cows came up from Texas to the com-_ ent ideas along the subject of tarantula bites and missaries of the northern army during the Civil War, its effects. I have lived the past fifteen years in thus starting the cattle ranching industry; that those Texas down in the southwestern parts where a few who then commenced raising cattle, instead of tarantulas grow. I have seen them near San An- merely buying low in Texas and selling at war tonio where I lived before coming here, as big as my prices, went down to Texas where they were cheap— spread hand. Both kinds, if there are both, the red- something round six dollars a head—and brought dish colored ones and blueish ones. back cows because cows were what they wanted for increase. Texas longhorn cows and imported or Now to the point. In 1888 my father, working as eastern sires. The steers, or young male beef- a cowpuncher in Colling County, Texas, while cattle, were good for meat, the old steers no good __ riding herd, came up to a pile of brush, reached down at all, the cows as essential to their enterprise as ~ to pick up a stick and was bitten on the wrist by a hens are to those who raise poultry. tarantula as big as he has ever seen. He says he Those herders punched fifty cows to one steer. had it put in a quart fruit-jar and it just would go 178 comiclboolks (©