Christmas at Sagamore Hill with Theodore Roosevelt — John Stuart Mill — John Shaqi
Christmas at Sagamore Hill with Theodore Roosevelt
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“They were so thick we had to cover up our heads with blankets to get
any sleep.” Lew took up the story while Roosevelt smiled ruefully. “We
couldn’t light a fire to smoke ’em out most of the times. That was what
their sharpshooters were waiting for. Man show himself in the light and
down he went!”
“The fever was bad too,” Roosevelt said. “It has already made very
doubtful any hope of building a canal across Panama.”
“We had more sick with fever than we had wounded, even when we charged
the Hill,” Ike recalled. “Well, we must be heading back, you fellows.
It’s been fine seeing you again, Colonel, and we’re sure proud New York
elected you governor.”
“We sure are,” agreed his lanky companions, rising to their feet.
“Our thanks for a good dinner, sir, and give our thanks to your good
wife. We better push on, our man we hired to drive us is waiting and our
train leaves at six o’clock and it’s a long way to the station.”
“I’m honored by your visit, boys,” Roosevelt followed them into the
hall, the children trotting after.
When the Rough Riders had gone, Roosevelt picked up the sleeping Archie
and carried him up the stairs, Ted climbing after, asking with every
breath, “Can I go out now, Father? Is there enough snow for my sled?”
“There’s almost no more snow, Ted, but we’ll hope for some to fall
overnight. Those fellows,” he said to Edith when he had put Archie on
his bed and covered him well, “came out of their way to see me and I was
very much honored by their visit. They hired that driver too and I don’t
doubt they needed the money. Men who work in mills and have families
have little money to spare. At least I know Cricket has a family. He
showed me pictures of two boys when we were waiting for transportation
in Tampa. He attached himself to me as a sort of unofficial aide. There
was not much emphasis on rank in my command.”
“And what there was I’m sure you ignored,” said Edith indulgently. “It
was undoubtedly a very democratic organization.”
“When you’re depending on a man to fire in time to save your life you
have no use for protocol. That boy Lew, who had so little to say, twice
saved my horse from being shot under me. Rank loses its importance when
a lot of savage men are attacking you, and you see your men fall and
know the next bullet may be for you. They were all gallant, all of them.
I owe them more than I can ever repay.”
“Shall we go down now to the fires?” Edith asked. “By the way, Davis
won’t be back today. I gave him Christmas afternoon off to be with his
family. Some of his children have come home bringing their children with
them. Can you attend to the furnaces?”
“I’d better put on some overalls. That’s a dirty job. Then I’m going to
take the youngsters out awhile. We can have a romp in the barn. They get
too restless in the house all day. I’ll keep Ted’s feet dry,” he
promised.