We use Optical Character Recognition (OCR) during our scanning and processing workflow to make the content of each page searchable. You can view the automatically generated text below as well as copy and paste individual pieces of text to quote in your own work.
Text recognition is never 100% accurate. Many parts of the scanned page may not be reflected in the OCR text output, including: images, page layout, certain fonts or handwriting.
Hallam Cooley's Trail
By JANE L. STUART
man could enlist and, in these circumstances, Fortune spread her golden net before him.
He found the Calexico army. It consisted chiefly of two
hundred and fifty hoboes from the American side and a
large number of Mexicans and Yaquis. There were only
thirty-two guns for the crowd and, naturally, Cooley didn't
get one. Instead, the generalissimo handed him a bucket
and told him to carry water. He cooked
his own tortillas, dished up frijoles and
^m , ^^^^^^^^^ performed various other culinary
^M ^^^^^^^^^^^^^ rites, but he never saw the promised
^P^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ five dollars a day. He saw plenty
^^^^^^^^^^^B^^^^k o^ fighting, however, chiefly among
f j^^^^^^^^^W^^f^^^ the tatterdemalions themselves.
f ^^j^^^^^H^ ^^H They had an abundant supply of
jBn^^^^^^^ ^^H whisky and tobacco, and when
f^\ "" '■■"'
(Continued on page 93)
^^ *^^ >
1
Hal Coole3r's picturesque trail leads across nearly the whole expanse of America Not so long ago Hal was a waiter in a restaurant in Yuma, down in the sun-baked Southwest Tired of that, he crawled upon, the top of a Pullman and — . But read his story
HALLAM Cooley's trail begins at Minneapolis and zigzags down thru the Wisconsin woods to Highland Park, Illinois, where he put in laborious days at the Northwestern Military Academy. From Highland Park the trail runs towards the wild and woolly Southwest, the home of the sagebrush and cacti. Following this trail about nine years ago, Hal struck a town called Yuma — not a bad town in itself, but one which did not yearn to take him to its heart. He balanced trays in one of its hot and murky restaurants, and the incongruity of the task must have impressed any transcontinental traveler who happened to see him there. In those days, however, Cooley followed his star regardless of consequences. He was out for experience !
When he grew weary of Yuma, he went down to the station and hopped aboard the Sunset Limited. Under cover of the darkness, he crawled on top of a Pullman and journeyed into Calexico. He had heard that the gentlemen adventurers of Madero's forces were receiving five dollars a day. that Calexico was the place where a
(Eightii-ciglitj