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A BOY SCOUT GOES WEST



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REMBRANDT P. MCCREIGHT

MEMORIAL EDITION

A BOY SCOUT GOES WEST

REMBRANDT P. McCREIGHT
AT AGE 11 WRITES OF HIS ADVENTURES

A TRIP TO THE PACIFIC COAST IN 1920

MEMORIAL EDITION, 1909—1937

Granite or marble monument
In time, is dust again.
Printed pages are permanent
When written by noble Men.

PRINTED FOR FRIENDS AND RELATIVES

BY NUPP PRINTING CO.

NEW YEAR'S 1940

Note: On a later trip into the west, he joined his father in celebrating the last sun-dance of the Sioux Indians on the Rosebud Agency in South Dakota, where twenty-thousand Indians gathered for that ceremonial. There he was formally adopted as a member of the Sioux tribe by Chief Good Face, an aged survivor of the Custer fight.
CHAPTER I

In a small town in the northwestern part of Pennsylvania, named DuBois, lives the author of this story.

On the day of August 25, 1920, was the happiest day of my life, because my father, mother and I started on our trip for the Pacific Coast. At first I was glad, but when we came about to leave I felt very sad of being thousands of miles from my brothers and sisters, but at last I made up courage enough to go. We left for Pittsburgh on the 12:55 and arrived there at 5 P. M. and our train left for Chicago. We wandered downtown until we came to a Chinese Restaurant for a sandwich and a cup of coffee. On arriving at the station we met the Taylor and Lowe families on their way to Los Angeles, Cal. After going through a lot of confusion we got ready and got on. the train. After seeing very little of the Chicago Stock Yards in the morning from the train we met Sergeant Maynard who worked on the farm a few months ago. We arrived there at 9 A. M. It was only a few minutes until the train left for Fort Sheridan, the camp where Bill was staying. He took us over to Chicago Northwestern Railroad. The fort is about 28 miles from Chicago. It took us about two hours to get there, but I soon fell asleep and did not know anything until we got there. He took us to a place to get something to eat because it was almost 2 P. M. and we had a fine dinner. He took us up to see his house or camp and his wife Alphonsine. We left mother with her while dad, Bill and I went to see where he had his men working. He showed us one house of the captain which had 22 rooms and he was having it papered and painted which it did not need. I just now forget how much it was costing him but it was a great sum.

Next he took us over to the warehouse where they have oil pipe fittings and all sorts of equipment, rotting and rusting. They had stoves piled up to the ceiling. We went back to the camp and told mother to meet us downtown at 4:30. He took us back to his dining room and got some pie and ice cream. By this time mother and Alphonsine were walking down the road. It was almost time to go back to Chicago. Well, we left and bade them good-bye. We left them saying we would stop and see them on our way back. Our train left for St. Paul at 6 o'clock. The Pioneer Limited was the name of it. We rode all night through Illinois and got to St. Paul at 12 o'clock August 27. They had just finished building most of the Union depot when we got there. We went to the Northern Pacific building to see Mr. Wilson, who is vice president of the Northern Pacific Railroad.

He invited us to have dinner at the Minnesota Club. Mrs. Wilson, Bill, Jr., and Ed. were there. We had wild rice, split pike for dinner.

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Dined with Wilson's at the Minnesota Club - St. Paul


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