When Teddy was a wee boy of six, he founded the Roosevelt Museum of Natural History in his bedroom and populated it with animals many of which were dead. This led to the memorable threat by the cook: "Either the muskrat goes, or I do!" His constant dissections and taxidermy led to him to smell of arsenic. (This was an era when a kid could go to the chemist's shop and purchase a pound of arsenic, no questions asked.) In any case, he was home-schooled and then went to Harvard, fully intending to be a scientist and naturalist.
1. At Harvard he met a late Victorian Valley Girl, Alice Lee, and fell head-over-heels in love such as no human has before experienced. But she didn't like his smell and turned down his proposal unless he would give up his stinky plans. He did, and decided to go into politics. So, what if he hadn't met her or if she had someone else going? Prof. Theodore Roosevelt, eminent naturalist, instead.
2. Alice Lee and Roosevelt's mother both died within minutes of each other in the same house while Teddy rushed upstairs and downstairs between their bedrooms. It was this crushing tragedy that drove him to Dakota, where he threw himself into a cattle ranch, built up a powerful physique, and learned to associate as equals with common people. Suppose this hadn't happened. Teddy remains a snobby East Side patrician and has modest local political success [He was an assemblyman in Albany at the time, but had already been rejected for Speaker by the Machine.]
3. On his way to a roundup in Dakota Terr., Teddy and his horse were swept off their feet into a turbulent, ice cold stream. SUPPOSE he had tried crossing a hundred feet or so downstream. He would have been quickly swept into a stretch of river from which there was no way up the steep banks, and would have drowned.

5. Later, his boat was stolen from his ranch and he [as deputy sheriff] and his ranch foreman built another boat and set off after them down the ice-choked Little Missouri. The ranch foreman is a Maine woodsman. He knows boats and rivers. They catch up with the thieves. They catch one man, at the campfire. When the other two show up from hunting with dinner, one surrenders immediately; but the other is Redhead Finnegan, a wanted man. He stands for a time with his rifle dangling wondering if he has a chance. Roosevelt walks in on him, and he sees he does not, and surrenders. SUPPOSE, Finnegan had said the hell with it and started a gunfight at close quarters?
We'll skip over some dull possibilities from his terms on the civil service commission, as police commissioner of NYC, and as assistant secretary of the Navy. These would consist mostly as missing connections with other important people.

7. At Las Guasimas and again at Kettle Hill/San Juan Hill, bullets were flying. SUPPOSE....
As near as I can tell, ol' Teddy, like all the rest of us, was a very improbable person.
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