Ken Campbell
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first heard Jul 2026
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But Ray's troop horses moved like so many machines, so constant and systematic as
had been their drill, and Ray's men rode in the perfection of uniform so far as armament and equipment were concerned.
Each great coat precisely rolled was strapped with its encircled poncho at the pommel.
Each blanket as snugly packed with the sidelines festened upon the top, was strapped at the cantle.
Lariat and picket pin coiled and secure hung from the near side of the pommel.
The canteen suspended from its snap hook hung off the side and
Saddlebags with extra horseshoes, nails, socks, underwear, brushes, and comb, extra packages of carbine and revolver cartridges, and minor impedimenta equally distributed as to weight swung from the cantle and underneath the blanket roll.
From the broad black leather carbine sling over each trooper's left shoulder, the hard shooting brown barrel little springfield hung suspended.
Its muzzle thrust, as was the fashion of the day, into the crude socket imposed so long upon our frontier fighters by officials who had never seen the West, save as did a certain writer of renown.
from a car window, thereby limiting their horizon.
Ray despised that socket as he did the shoemaker bit, but believed with President Grant that the best means to end obnoxious laws was their rigorous enforcement.
Each men's revolver, a trusty brown colt, hung in its holster at the right hip.
Each man was grit with ammunition belt of webbing, the device of an old time Yankee cavalry man that had been copied round the world and
The dull hued copper cartridges bristling from every loop.
Each man wore, as was prescribed, the heavy, cumbrous cavalry boot of the day and generation, but had stowed in his saddle bags light moccasins and leggings, with which to replace them when, farther afield, their clear headed commander should give the word that
Each man too wore the gauntlets of Indian tan buckskin, special pattern that Ray had been permitted to use experimentally.
Each man was clad in dark blue flannels, shirt, and blouse, and
The latter soon probably to be stored with the big weighty boots in Truscott's saddle room at Beecher, with probably too many of the light blue riding breeches, saddle pieced with canvas, the uniform at the start destined in the case of veteran troopers, at least, to be shed in favour of the brown duck hunting trousers, or even among certain extremists, fringed, beaded and embroidered buckskin.
That which the present chronicler knows no more uncomfortable garb when soaked by pelting rains or immersion in some icy mountain stream.
Even the brown campaign hats, uniformly creased, as the fifty left the Ford, would soon be knocked out of all semblance to the prescribed shape, and made at once comfortable and serviceable.
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