17 December 2020


My Gods things have changed.  Back in 1876 even a journalist was required to be a man.

"Let no easy-going journalist suppose that an Indian campaign is a picnic.  If he goes out on such business he must go prepared to ride his forty or fifty miles a day, go sometimes on half rations, sleep on the ground with small covering, roast, freeze and make acquaintance of such vermin or reptiles as may flourish in the vicinity of his couch; and finally, be ready to fight Sitting Bull or Satan when the trouble begins, for God and the United States hate noncombatants."

J. Finnerty

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