Jacob A. Riis (18491914). Theodore Roosevelt, the Citizen. 1904.
given to violence, shooting-matches, and such. He denied it hotly. They were the quietest, nicest fellows; only once in a while, when a fellow was caught cheating at cards, then
But, argued the Chaplain, rising on his elbow and earnestly pointing a spear of grass he had been chewing at me, when a man cheats at cards, he ought to be shot, ought nt he? Well, then, that is all.
I confess to a certain enjoyment in the thought of Chaplain Browns theology on a background of the Rough-Riders singing at meetin in the woods. The combination suggests that first funeral on the ridge at Guantanamo, with the marines growling out the responses to the Chaplains prayer between pot-shots at the enemy, flat on their stomachs under the sudden attack; and, indeed, Colonel Roosevelt himself gave testimony that he had seen Chaplain Brown bring in wounded men from the field under circumstances that were distinctly stirring. But for all that, the Chaplain is a digression. The clergymen I was thinking of wore no shoulder-straps. They carried guns. One of them came up to bid his Colonel good-by when I was sitting with