an of authority now, for he had been elected
sheriff when Joe Morrill moved his _lares et penates_ to Dickinson.
His relations with Roosevelt criss-crossed, for, as sheriff,
Roosevelt was his deputy, but whenever Roosevelt went on an extended
hunting trip, Hell-Roaring Bill Jones was his teamster. He was,
incidentally, an extraordinarily efficient teamster. He had certain
profane rituals which he repeated on suitable occasions, word for
word, but with an emphasis and sincerity that made them sound each
time as though he had invented them under the inspiration of the
immediate necessity. He had a special torrent of obscenity for his
team when they were making a difficult crossing somewhere on the
Little Missouri. It was always the same succession of terrifying
expletives, and it always had the desired effect. It worked better
than a whip.

Meanwhile, the devotion of Bill Jones to Theodore Roosevelt was a
matter of common report throughout the countryside, and it was said
that he once stayed sober all summer in order to be fit to go on a
hunting trip with Roosevelt in the fall.

Sylvane married, like his "partners" going for his bride to New
Brunswick, whose supply of delightful young ladies seemed to be
inexhaustible. They went to live in a "martin's cage," as they called
it, under the bluff at Medora, and there Roosevelt visited them, after
Joe moved to Montana and his store passed into other hands. The Langs
remained at Yule. After the evil winter, Sir James Pender threw them
upon their own resources, and the years that followed were hard. Lang
had long recognized the mistake he had made in not accepting
Roosevelt's offer that September of 1883, and the matter remained a
sore subject for Mrs. Lang, who never ceased regretting the lapse of
judgment which had made her otherwise excellent husband miss what she
knew, as soon as she met Roosevelt, had been the greatest opportunity
which Gregor Lang would ever have placed in his hands. Lang, as county
commissioner, became an important factor in the development of the
county, and his ranch flourished. Lincoln Lang turned to engineering
and became an inventor. He went East to live, but his heart remained
among the buttes where he had spent his adventurous boyhood.

[Illustration: Lincoln Lang.]

[Illustration: William T. Dantz.]

[Illustration: Margaret Roberts.]

[Illustration: "Dutch Wannigan".]

The Eatons forsook the punching of cattle, and engaged in "dude"
ranc