How Teddy Roosevelt Slew the Last Mighty T-Rex by Mark Paul Jacobs
Authors: Mark Paul Jacobs
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Roosevelt’s eyes, since Julio was never popular amongst the strongly bonded group. And yet the separation between Martin and Julio appeared a bit overdone to Roosevelt, solidifying Teddy’s theory of an ongoing conspiracy of some sort.
Roosevelt, owing primarily to his stint as New York City’s Police Commissioner, delighted in playing sleuth in these types of situations; although he kept his observations to himself so long as the circumstances remained relatively trivial and didn’t endanger their mission. And yet this little affair puzzled the curious former president to no end. Why did Julio not just simply state that he knew and communicated with Martin before the Englishman strolled into their camp at Bonifácio? And why did Martin not mention Julio when he petitioned to join the expedition? And what can be gained by either man continuing this charade?
Teddy searched deeply yet found no immediate and concrete answers . Perhaps Martin is simply embarrassed to be associated with a slug like Julio. And yet, what could a lazy termite like Julio hope to gain by bringing a lonely wanderer on an expedition where he could possibly challenge him for a lucrative job? After the incident with Captain Amilcar, Julio most assuredly would have realized that he would be the first camarada fired if the officers decided to trim excess crew.
Roosevelt’s head spun, realizing he didn’t possess all the pieces necessary to solve this puzzle, and yet he vowed to unravel its layers like a garden-fresh onion. There’s nothing like a good old-fashioned mystery, he thought playfully. But for now, Roosevelt would let the whole storyline play out without interference.
With full bellies and light hearts, both officers and crew retired early for the night upon a campsite nestled in the clearing beneath Rondon’s telegraph lines. Before crawling into his tent, Teddy Roosevelt glanced up at the crackling wires, lamenting perhaps the last trace of civilization the expedition would encounter for weeks, if not months, once they set out upon the mysterious waters of the Dúvida, thrusting headlong through the untamed Amazon forest.
The following day began well before dawn for the members of the Roosevelt-Rondon Expedition. By the time the stars began to fade amid brightening skies, every officer and high-ranking member was awake and sipping their second cup of coffee. Roosevelt attributed their rousing ambition to the excitement of beginning a new and perhaps final phase of their arduous mission. Meanwhile, the camaradas swarmed within the forested dimness completing repairs to the dugouts and distributing provisions under Rondon’s and Lyra’s watchful eyes.
By late morning, the dugout canoes were packed and ready for launch. Roosevelt and Cherrie cheered upon the timely arrival of Captain Amilcar and Miller’s Gy -Paraná splinter expedition. The two groups of officers and scientists greeted each other with firm handshakes and fond farewells and good-lucks. With a heavy heart, Theodore Roosevelt bid farewell to his loyal mule, sending the poor creature away to an uncertain fate with Amilcar’s men.
As the sun reached its zenith, the camaradas stood before Rondon and Lyra receiving their assignments. The Englishman Martin, Rondon, and Lyra would take the lead canoe to execute their painstaking surveys and mapping. Kermit Roosevelt would follow Rondon, accompanied by two camarada paddlers. The largest dugout would carry Theodore Roosevelt, Dr. Cajazeira , Cherrie, and three paddlers. The remaining camaradas would guide the supply canoe.
Just before shoving off, Rondon and Roosevelt pulled Martin aside. Colonel Rondon asked, “What obstacles can we expect to encounter during the first few day’s float?”
Martin pointed downstream. “The river is placid for several kilometers. We will encounter our first native group within a few days. There should be signs of their habitation along the way. I hope that I can convince them
Roosevelt, owing primarily to his stint as New York City’s Police Commissioner, delighted in playing sleuth in these types of situations; although he kept his observations to himself so long as the circumstances remained relatively trivial and didn’t endanger their mission. And yet this little affair puzzled the curious former president to no end. Why did Julio not just simply state that he knew and communicated with Martin before the Englishman strolled into their camp at Bonifácio? And why did Martin not mention Julio when he petitioned to join the expedition? And what can be gained by either man continuing this charade?
Teddy searched deeply yet found no immediate and concrete answers . Perhaps Martin is simply embarrassed to be associated with a slug like Julio. And yet, what could a lazy termite like Julio hope to gain by bringing a lonely wanderer on an expedition where he could possibly challenge him for a lucrative job? After the incident with Captain Amilcar, Julio most assuredly would have realized that he would be the first camarada fired if the officers decided to trim excess crew.
Roosevelt’s head spun, realizing he didn’t possess all the pieces necessary to solve this puzzle, and yet he vowed to unravel its layers like a garden-fresh onion. There’s nothing like a good old-fashioned mystery, he thought playfully. But for now, Roosevelt would let the whole storyline play out without interference.
With full bellies and light hearts, both officers and crew retired early for the night upon a campsite nestled in the clearing beneath Rondon’s telegraph lines. Before crawling into his tent, Teddy Roosevelt glanced up at the crackling wires, lamenting perhaps the last trace of civilization the expedition would encounter for weeks, if not months, once they set out upon the mysterious waters of the Dúvida, thrusting headlong through the untamed Amazon forest.
The following day began well before dawn for the members of the Roosevelt-Rondon Expedition. By the time the stars began to fade amid brightening skies, every officer and high-ranking member was awake and sipping their second cup of coffee. Roosevelt attributed their rousing ambition to the excitement of beginning a new and perhaps final phase of their arduous mission. Meanwhile, the camaradas swarmed within the forested dimness completing repairs to the dugouts and distributing provisions under Rondon’s and Lyra’s watchful eyes.
By late morning, the dugout canoes were packed and ready for launch. Roosevelt and Cherrie cheered upon the timely arrival of Captain Amilcar and Miller’s Gy -Paraná splinter expedition. The two groups of officers and scientists greeted each other with firm handshakes and fond farewells and good-lucks. With a heavy heart, Theodore Roosevelt bid farewell to his loyal mule, sending the poor creature away to an uncertain fate with Amilcar’s men.
As the sun reached its zenith, the camaradas stood before Rondon and Lyra receiving their assignments. The Englishman Martin, Rondon, and Lyra would take the lead canoe to execute their painstaking surveys and mapping. Kermit Roosevelt would follow Rondon, accompanied by two camarada paddlers. The largest dugout would carry Theodore Roosevelt, Dr. Cajazeira , Cherrie, and three paddlers. The remaining camaradas would guide the supply canoe.
Just before shoving off, Rondon and Roosevelt pulled Martin aside. Colonel Rondon asked, “What obstacles can we expect to encounter during the first few day’s float?”
Martin pointed downstream. “The river is placid for several kilometers. We will encounter our first native group within a few days. There should be signs of their habitation along the way. I hope that I can convince them
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