Buffalo Bill's victories. Chapters 35-44

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No. 22. Price, Five Cents. EL, LOOKING BACK, SAW BUFFALO BILL STANDING, RIFLE IN HAND, LIKE A LION AT BAY, AS THE SAVAGES DASHl>D TOWAHD HBL-(CHAPTFR XLJ! \

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'ftt.enn(?[Pm[b@ A WEEKLY PU6LICATION OEVOTE:D TO BORDER HIS.TORY Issued Weekly. By Szso per year. Entered as Second Class !.fatter at tile N. Y. Po1t Offiu, by STREET & SMITH, 238 iV.7/iam SI., N. Y. Entered accordi11,1r to Act of Congre ss in year 1qo1, in the Office of the Librarian of Con!{Ycss Washington, D. C. No. 22. NEW YORK, October 1 2, 1901. Priu Five Cents. BUff ALO BILL'S VICTORlt:S. By the author of "BUFFALO BILL." CHAPTER XXXV. i RUNNING A DEADLY G .\NTLET. l Like a fleet of tiny vessels upon the Atlantic's fathomless waters looked a squadron of "prairie ships," a long line of wagons, with their white tilts glittering in the l as t rays from the western sky, as they are grouping for the night's encampment upon the low banks of a small stream, which swiftly winds its 'vay toward the waters of the Platte River, a number of miles to the southward. At the spot where the wagon-train was going into camp, a few trees were Yisible, a landmark, a beacon, as it were, in the boundless prairie sea around; and a few mile s to the westward, and on the trail was vi s ible another "prairie island," or matte, which the vvagoners had hoped to reach ere nightfall, for they were in a hestile Indian country, and they dreamed from some roving band, for their guide had reported only that morning numerous fr,esh traces of savages. Early in the forenoon tlie guide haCI ridden forth over the prairie, promising to join them Jong ere dark; but as night approached, and he had 11ot returned, it cau sed a shade of gloorn to settle up0n many a face, for '\iVhite Trailer, as he was called by the Indians, w a s always prompt, and they feared some evil had befallen him. The train c o n s is te d of some thirty wagons, and their teams and clri\ -ers about two hundred head of fine cattle, a number of women and children, and a score of men mounted on s plendid horses, and thor oughly armed, while, led behind each vehicle, was an e xtra sa ddle o r \ York animal. At the he a d of the cavalcade rode t\\'O men more c o n s picu ous than the others; the one a man of fifty, "\\ith iron-gray beard and h a ir and a stern but be n evo lent face, a nd a dignified and 11e rculean form; the other was a youth of perhaps twenty-one years of age, po ssessihg a frank and manly face, while the close resemblance he bore to the elderly gentleman proved him his son. r

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2 THE BUFF J\LO BILL In the leadi!1g wagon, one of a larger and more comfortable bu_ild than the others, rode two ladies, whom a glance was sufficient to show were mother and d a,ughter," the former being a fine-looking matron of for t y-fiv e with a face beaming with kind ness, and the latter a maiden in her nineteenth year, a golde n-haired, sunny-faced beauty, with dark, lus trou s e yes, and a form graceful in every motion. The four persons thus described were parents and childr e n, wending their way from city life to a home upon the border, and the remaining people of the train were well -todo emigrant fami l ies, following the "Star of Empire" westward. Captain Duncan, designated captain from having been elected chief of the vvagon-train, had just given the order to encamp for the night, when his s0n, Harnld, cried, while he glanced earnestly across the prairie: "Yonder comes White Trailer now." Instantly every face brightened, and a hunel.red eyes were turned in the direction in which Harold Duncan was gazing, where was visible a single horseman rapidly coming along through the tall grass. "]\' o, that is not the \Vhite Trailer," returned a young emigrant, who stood up i1J his saddle to get a \letter view. "Y c:.i are right, Clarence; but who can he be?" said Captain I9nncan, at the same time taking a small field-glass from his pocket and turning it upon the approaching horseman; then, after a moment, he added: "Whoever he is, he rides like the wind, and-ha! in Heaven's name what means that?" The surprised and sudden exclamation of Captain Duncan turned every eye toward the horseman, and every face blanched as they saw the cause of the cry, for, like magic, there had suddenly sprung up from the long grass of the prairie, ancl direct l y between ,the wagon-train and the coming rider, some twenty mounted Indians, whe, with ferocious yells, strung 'out to intercept the solitary man. "It seems that them Injuns has hidin' yonder i n the grass, horses and all, watchin' us, and seein' as yonder mounted feller \\"aS about to di5co\e1 them, they up and goes for him," calmly replied a old teamster. "You are right, Boston, and \\ e will go to hi, rescue," cried Captain Dmicai1, earnes tl y "Hold on, boss; you don t know how many are !yin' down in the grass. and you would leave the train helpless. Just let the feller take care of hisself, and darn me, if I don't belieYe he kin for he hai1d drawed rein or turned out yit, thoLigh the Lord knows he can't be blind. antt must s ee the red heathens," said old Boston-so named from his hail ing originally from the "Hub," and always placing that city ahead of all the rest of the \\"Oriel-quietly took a fresh and generous che\\" of tobacco. And Boston's words were indeed true, for still on came the horseman, flying like the \\. ind. and appa rently unmindful of the sayages in hi s path. and le ss than a quarter of a mile di stant from him. "He may be in league with them, although he is certainly a white man," suggested an old emigrant, and it certainly appeare
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THE BUFF J\L O BILL STORI ES. 3 yells the savage:;, who were strung out in a long line, made for a common center, the single horseman, as if to ride him cleiwn. 'Great Hea\'en why does he not turn and fly?" Captain :G)uncan, and as the emigrants saw him still continue they, with one accord, raised a cry of ''Fly! fly! turn back, or you will be killed!" But, unheeding, the horseman pressed forward, his horse coming on with tremendous bounds, and dashing directly upon the thickening line of savages, whose yells echoed far across the prairie. Breathlessly men, women and children in the wagontrain '\Yatched the daring rider, and then from midst a wild shout arose, as they saw his unerring repeating rifle flash once, twice, thrice, and each shot level either a red horseman or his steed. Still on came the fearless rider, and then rapidly again his rifle spoke, aimed first upon one side and then on the other, and the next moment the deadly weapon was lowered, a revolver gleamed in each hand, and the horseman was in the midst of his foes. There was a confused mass of struggling horse men, savage yells, above which arose one wild and piercing cry, rapid firing, and then from the turmoi l emerged the black steed, his master sitting erect in his saddle, as he flew like 'the wind on toward the encampment of the wagon-train. One Indian horseman alone was behyeen him and the goal and the Indians for fear of killingth()ir com rade, who was supposed by the wagoners to be a great chief, did not fire upon their successful enemy, but followed in close pursuit, yelling like demons Like a statue stood the mounted Indian awaiting the approach of the daring horseman, and most 'self confident looked the Indian as he held his bow aud arrow ready. Suddenly he uttered his fierce warcry, the ai:row sped fonyard, and appeared to strike tT1e horseman, and the emigrants uttered a shout of alarm; but, apparently unharmed, the strange rider came on, his pistols "ere quietly returned to his belt, and then from beneath his knee, run'ning parallel \\'ith the length of his steed, he took a long and slender lance, and, poising it, quickly rushed toward his Indian foe. One more arrow, hastily fired frntn his bow, and the warrior turned 1lo fly; but too late! The strange and daring enemy was UF>On him; the keen lance entered his side, and boelily the savage was borne from his horse to the ground, just as another one of those wild and thrilling warcries was heard, and was an swered by a loud and prolonged shout from the emi grants. Harmlessly the shower of arrows followed the horseman from the infuriated and astonished Indi ans, and the next moment he dashed into the mids t of the encampmel'lt, where every one present believed he bore a charmed life, after the fearful gantlet he had run so daringly, CHAP'TER. xxxvr. THE SCOUT. The daring man that had so gallantly dashed into their midst drew rein suddenly, and coolly touched his broad sombrero, while all in the wagon-train gazed admiringly and wonderingly upon his magnificent appearance. He was mounted upon a large and jet-black stal lion, long in body, and with clean, nrnsclflar limbs, and possessing e\ery indication of won le.rful speed and endurance. The head '\\'aS small, the neck long and arched, and with fiery ardor the animal stamped the gwund, and champed the heavy Mexican bit of solid silver, and seemed restiYe tieneath the elegant silver and gold bespangled trappings and massive saddle, with its broad horn of metal, as large as a dinner plate. Upon either side of the saddle horn were holsters, cG>ntaining two hanclsomely-mounted revolvers, and on each side of the saddle seat were two more hol sters, from which stuck the butts of pistols, whii1S a short, repeating ritie was restii:g in a groove at the back of the saddle, '\Yhere was tightly rolled a large oilcloth blanket and gaudy Mexican serape, 1\cross the saddle, and fastened to either

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THE BUFFALO SILL STORllESo was a pair of stout, leather saddle-bags, one side for provisions, the other for ammunition and a change of clothing, and to this, by leather straps, was tied a small, keen hatchet. Added to this complete traveling equipment and arms a long, horsehair la sso hung upon the saddle b ow, and the horseman wore in his belt t wo silvermounted revolvers, a large bowie knife, and carried i n his hand a long and glittering Mexican lance, the end of which was stain ed with the blood of the last Indian who had attempted to bar his way toward the wagon-train. \Vith regard to the rider, he vvas indeed most re markable, from the broad sombrero to the handsome caval r y boots, armed with heavy Mexican spu rs of massive silver. I-I i s form was over s i x feet, of magnificent proportions and graceful in every move. In the gathering twilight every man, woman and child in the train gazed upon the, to them, strange ma_ n for full a moment ere a word was spoken, and then the horseman said, in tones deep but most musical: "This is Captain Duncan's wagon-train, I believe?" "I am Captain Duncan, sir, and I must congra tulate you upon your most remarkable escape," said the of the train. advancing and offering his hand, which the horseman warmly grasped. "I was seeking you to warn you of danger ahead, for the Sioux are on the warpath, and also the renegade band, known as the Terror of the Plains, are iying in wait for you, sir." "Indeed, this i s really eYil tidings; but who a re you sir?" said Captain Duncan. "I am called Buffalo Bill, s ir, and my occupation is that of a rover of the prairie s-an a rm y scout." "I have he a rd of you, an d marvelous stories are told of your hair--brcadth escapes from death and mysterious life; bnt after to-day I ce r tain l y believe all I !:ave heard .. "All true as gospel, capting, for I've hearn of this gentleman afore to-day, and they do say the lnjuns belie ve he's really the de\il hisself," said Boston, and stepping forward and offering his hand to the Scout he quickly continued: ."Put it there, pard, for I .am a boy what likes t o squeeze a plucky man's fis t and if you had come from Basting you couldn't have done better than yo did a while since in that little scrimmage." "I thank you, cornr .ade; I was on my way to warn you of danger, and knew not that th e Indians were between me and the train until I saw them get up from where they were hiding with their hon:es in the long gTass: '"The y evidently saw your train a long way off, and laid down to until night to attack you, but see ing that my trail would le ad me directly over them, they "ere forced to betray themseh es." "That is the case sir; we were coming to your as sistance, but we knew not how many more there might be of them." "It was th e best course for you to remain here; ne ve r le ave the wagon-train to figh t an Indian battle; but yonder party cons ists onl y of a few scouts belonging to a larger band, and they are no\\ off I see, for I h andled them a little roughly." "Indeed you did sir, and you seemed to bear a charmed life," returned plain Duncan. ; I fear you \Yere wounded thot1gh, sir." It was Mabel Duncan that spoke, and t he scout turned his eyes full upon h er, and, bowing low, replied: "Thanks for your kindness, lady; I was struck by their arrows quite often, but none of them penetrated the flesh though Satan here got a scratch, and the scout pointed to a slight wound in the neck of the noble animal. "I say, parcl yo u are a perfect mounted terror, and if you are going to keep compan y with us, as the girls in Bas ting say to their fellows, I'm darned if I'se afeercl of any Injuns, and Boston again stepped to the front. "It is my intention to see you free from danger, and I would advi se Captain Duncan, that you rnO\'e on from this spot to yonder motte dimly visible

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THE BUFFALO BiLL STORIES. 5 across the prairie, for there you will fii1
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6 THE BUFFALO B l L L S T ORIES. Bill has tackled the Injuns, and he'll chaw 'em up, scalps and all," yelled Boston, who drove the wagon of Captain Duncan, and then turning to Mabel Duncan, he continued: "If I was a peert young gal, like you is, miss, I'd a heap rather marry a fellow like that scout than "\Vell, boss, yon is equal to the great gineral, Washington Bonaparte, for this timber is just as nice a fort now as Bosting was when the Britishers had it, when our granddads fought for the tea the Englishers wanted to keep all to themselves. Now, boss, I'll just take my critter and strike out on a take any other fellow who you kin see clean small scout, to see if I kin find that wild rider orthrough." lviabel would have been seen to blush had the darkness not hidden the flow of crimson blood into her face. In the meantime seyeral more shots were seen to flash forth far off upon the prairie, and then came a perfect flood of light, made by the rapid firing of two revolvers at close quarters, and the form of the scout was momentarily visible in the blaze, surrounded by dark forms, and then all was darknessall iilence again. "Was he dead ?" "Had he fallen?" Such were the questions asked by many, and Boston took it upon himself to reply with: "You bet he'll turn up all right, boys, for you see the Injuns dont scare him worth a cent." A mile farther travel and the motte was reached, and Harold and Claren ce having rode on to recon noitre arn;i build a fire, a cheerful light gleamed forth OYer 1.he prairie as the train drove up. Like a skillful commander, Captain Duncan formed his wagons into a large CQrral, ranging them in the edge of the timber, ancl digging holes in which to sink the wheels, so that the bodies of the vehicles would make a good fortification, for the dirt was piled itp on the outer side, and large pieces of timber formed barricades in between each wagon. Two stockades, or rather log forts, were started in the interior of the motte, the larger one to protect the teams and cattle from the fire of the enemy, and the smaller one as a resort for the women and chil dren, for after a consultation with his fellmY emigrants, Captain Duncan determined not to push on to their destination, a hundred miles distant, until he was assured that there was no iTeat danger. lightnin' and blazes! here he comes now, and as I'm a Christian, the White Trailer is with him!" The words of Boston we1e heard by many, and a glance out upon the prairie, and the moon, which had risen an hour before, displayed two horsemen, mounted upon a black horse and the other upon a white one, and a prolonged cheer was given, as the next moment Buffalo Bill rode up, accompanied by none other than the guide of the train; white Trailer, a man of six feet in height, well proportioned, and dressed in a suit of buckskin, with a soft felt hat upon his head and moccasins upon his feet. His features were nearly regular, giving the im pression that once he had been a remarkably handsome man, ere his face had been tanned like leather by long exposure; his eyes 'verc black, and possessed a melancholy look, strangely blended with a savage expression that hovered about them, while his mouth was stern and also indicatiYe of one "ho had seen much sorrow. His face was closely shaven, a strange sight among scouts; and his hair "a s long and black. The white steed he bestrode was no common ani mal, as a glance at him would prove, but he lacked the remarkable fine points of the horse of the army scout; still, he w as the superior of most animals upon the plains. 'vVhite Trailer was also w ell armed, "ith one of Colt's repeating rifles, a pair of serviceable revokers and a long knife, and : as known as a most daring and skillful scout, respected by all \vho knew him, and feared by his enemies Perfectly free from the slang of the border, he cried as he came up : "vVell, captain, I'm back again, you see, but not on time; but it's better late than never, and it wduld ..

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THE SU ff ALO BILL STORIES. '1 hav. e been never, had this whirlwind on herseback, scalps, for they didn't expect you would look for v\7ill_iam Cody, not come to my aid, and for it he has danger, \Yhen not a soul was visible upon the prairie the lasting regard of Ned Lennox, alias \i\Thite at sundown. Trailer, guide and scout to the best train of emi-''But their plans to naught, for suddenly a grants I ever put across the prairies." '"\Ve are delighted to see you back, my friend, and your non-appearance at noon caused us to feel anx ious about you, and. as you say, we all owe much to our daring friend here. ''1.hree che.er5, bovs, for Scout Buffalo Bili!" In answer three terrible yells were heard from all the men of the.party. and the scout politely raised his sombrer9 and said in his rich voice: ''Captain Duncan, m y humble services are at your disposal until you are safe in your new frontier home. \Vhite Trailer here needs se,eral little wounds looked after, so I will reline him from duty to-night, and go off on a scout, for I have reason to believe that the Terror of the Plains is going to make a desperate attempt to take your train, well knowine its value, and I am glad to see you haye already so strongly fortified yourself." "You vvill come to my quarters first and r.efresh yourself?" "1\ o, captain, I must 11ovv be off; in the morning I will return and report," and waving his hand, the scout simply said, ''Come, Satan," and the steed with the devilish name darted away, and horse and rider di"Sappeared from while 'W)j!ite Tra.iler said: 'I have heard of yonder scout, Buffalo Bill, for the past few years, and such strange stories were told of I him I never believed anythiug I heard. But I be-lieve all I haYe been told no\iV, for you see, captain, when I went o u t this mornii;g I rode right upon that band of Sioux horsemen, for they were lying down in the grass, and one of their number, a half-breed Mexican renegade, had me in the noose of his lariat before I could pull a revolver or knife, and I was bagged. there we lay all day, for the fellows were on the watch for the train, am! toward eveHing they got awful jolly, and were plotting how to go in 011 you at night, run off your cattle, anGi get a few I horsem a n was seen coming; across the prairie, and his trail would lead right over them. "It was no use: they had to give up the train, and as they recognized the horseman as Buffalo Bill-for "orne of them had met. him before, it seems-they determined to take him, for every savage there \Votilcl rather haYe had his scalp and black horse than all the train. ''On he came like a bird. and there we ail lay awaiting him, I bound hand and foot, and unable to warn him. ''But I gaYe a loud cry, and it like to cost 111e rny life and would, had I repeated it, for he heard the cry, but d i d not check hi s speed. "On be came, the Indians then spreading out to catch him, and I was certain he wou1d go under; but I was mistaken; then came a wild yell, the warcries of the Sioux, rapid firing, and. a moment after the scout was coming directly toward me, apparently unharmed. "The Indian guarding me sprang up, jerked his horse to his feet, and prepared to dispute his way, but Lord bless your soul! he went over him like a whirlwind, driving his long lance entire. ly through him. "
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8 THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. The long story of white Trailer was listened to most attentively by all, and then Captain Duncan, who had in early life studied medicine for his own informatjon and amusement, dressed the" several arrow wounds he had received when the scout rode to his rescue, and the two then walked around the motte to see that all was in readiness for a thorough siege, which they felt certain wGiuld come, for they knew that Na \-arro, the renegade chief, nev 'er relin quished a prize, if in his power to take it. CHAPTER XXXVIII. A RACE FOR LIFE. The morning broke bright and beautiful, and with the disappeaiance of darkness the settlers set to work to acid to their fortifications, and under the direction of 'i\Thite Trailer they soon had a most k>r midable breastwork for the enemy to charg\:. Near the motte the prairie vvas dotted with horses and cattle feeding upon the luxuriant grass, the we.>men were busy in working and cooking, and the wh0le presented a spirited and domestic camp scene. Noon came, and still no signs of the scout, and general anxiety was being shown by all until 'i\Thite Trailer determined to go out on a scout to endeavor to find some clew to the missing hero; for as such all in the train no\\.. lo oked. upon him. Hardly had the guide rode a hundred yards upon the prairie when he was seen to halt and glance far off toward the east. "Yonder comes Buffalo Bill and at his heels a hundred hors emen, but whether renegades or Sioux I cannot tell," he cried, and instantly the motte was a scene of excitement. Returning to the camp, V hite Trailer joined with Captain Duncan and soon had the men ready to go to thei r different stands, the horses and cattle were driven into the stockade prepared for them, and then the whole party gathered at the edge of the timber to witness the coming scout, who could be seen some two miles away, making for the motte, while a quar-ter of a mile in his rear came a yelling band of Indians, for such White Trailer then pronounced them. On came the scout, sitting upright in his saddle, his noble horse well in rein ; and apparently without effort keeping his distance ahead of his pursuers, fully a hundred in number. Ever and anon the scout was to wheel in his saddle raise his rifle, and after a quick aim, fire, and some warrior felt the deadly range of his weapon, for a wild shout or yell of rage followed each discharge. Then there arose a series of discordant cries, and the scout was seen to wave his broad sombrero toward the motte, and urge his horse on to a speed that rapidly left the purs u e rs far beh in d. "By the hokey-po key! what does the feller mean?" said Boston. A yell from another quarter answered his question, and every eye turned in the direction from whence the sound came, and eve ry face blanched at the sight, for not a mile away came another band of horsemen, also folly a hundred in number, rushing in a line to endeavor to cut the scout off. "To your posts, all! Yonder band is the renegade Nantrro and his men, and they show no mercy to man or woman." The ringing words of White Trailer had the desired effect, for eYery man ran to h is post; and looked to his whik Harold Dun-can and Clarence Hart saw that the women and children Kere safely housed in the stockade. But there was one who did not flee at once for safety to the log fort; and that one was l\/Ia bel Duncan. Her eye \Yas upon the coming horseman, who, the clay before, proved himself so daring. Ar1xiously s he watched him as h e rushed on, anq she obsen-ed ihat he no longer allo\Yed Satan to lag, but urged him forward at a speed that was perfectl y marvelous, and drew expressions of admiration and surprise all along the line of the matte, from both teamsters and emigrants Presently Mabel was joined by her mother and

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THE BUFFA L O Bill STORIES. s Clarence Hart, who urged her to seek' safety in the stockade. "I will go as soo n as yonder horseman is safe," she replied, and Captain Duncan coming up with \Vhite Trailer, the groc1p looked earnestly upon Buf falo BilJ, the n athis pursuers, and then at the band of renegades who were trying to head him off ere he reached the timber. From the spot where they stood the three points of their gaze were visible, and as the band of Navarro presse d on with spur and voice, and had a much shorter distance to ride than did the scout, they feared he might yet be cut pff. "That hors e comes on like the very evil one him self," said \/Vhite Trailer, and Mabel remarked, laughingly: "His name, I believe, is Satan, Mr. Lennox." "And a good name it is, miss; but it will be a tight pull if he reaches the timber first, and yet we cannot go to his aid for we would expose our own weak ness, and the two bands outnumber us three to one, if not more." "You think they will join forces against us, guide?" said Captain Duncan, with some anxiety. "Yes sir; the Sio11x you see yonder aie on the warpath, and those Indians with Navarro are dog sOldicrs of the Sionx nation, and that renegade chief well knows that he can get them to aid him, if th ey are not no\\ under his command," replied \Vhite Trailer. "I was in hopes that the t\y o cutthroat bands would be like the Kilkenny cats, or dog eat dog,'' gayly responded Harold Duncan. \Vell, we must defeat them, whatever their 1mm bers_. for all told we have seve nty-fi.\ e men a nd boys carrying arms, including yourself, \Vhite Trailer, whom I s h o uld rank as equal a dozen." ".-\nd Buffalo Bill, if he rea ches us, i s as good as double that number; a nd reac h u s he will for see yonder." All anxiou sly looked again to\Yard th e flying scout, and they beheld him s uddenly urge his horse forward with greater haste, and_. as though he had been merel y trifling before, Satan sprang to hi s \Vork, and neared the motte at a rate of speed that seemed in credible. "Great Heaven! that horse fairly flies! Nw, b@ys, give him a cheer,'' cried the \Vhite Trai _r, and there rang fortii over the prairie a louGl and ringing sho ut which \\-as answered by the scC?ut with a waye of hi s sombrero, and by both of the pursuing bands with discordant warcries. In defiance the scout then gave 11is wild
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. I 1 0 THE B U F F ALO BILL STORI ES. den by the leader of the renegaing clown hi s g lassy h i d e after whic h he g a v e him a good fee d, and then looked after his O\rn comfort, partaking of a tempting meal ,,hich Mabel had prepared f?r him, for had become quite an expert cook during her pilgrimage upon the plains. H.olling his serape around him. he threw hims3fi d0\Yl1 fo rest. and for hours he slept a sound and refreshing sleep. \\"hen he awoke it was dark. and all quiet aronncl him Springing to his feet he quickly saddled Satan and then led him into the stockade, where he met Captain Duncan. ''Ha! Cody, I am glad to see you up. I would not have you disturbed, as I knew you must be greatly fatigued;" and Captain Duncan offered his hand. ''Thank you, sir; and now, captain, I am all ready for work; but \\here is the Tr
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THE BUFFALO BILL STORiES. 11 permission, Captain Duncan, I would like to remain here, as I am anxious to take that gentleman alive, for there is a debt to settle between us." The scout spoke sternly, while Captain Duncan replied: "Certainly, sir; white Trailer and myse1f will at once go to the other point, and Clarence will go with us, to bring word if we need help, and Harold w ill re main vvith you for a like purpose." "Very well, sir; now all is arranged. "Keep a bright look out, and fire when the savages spring up for the rush, and as you have additional guns, deliver another volley, and then take re volvers. "Impress upon the men not to fire simply to hear the report of their weapons, but to take life every shot. "If it comes to closer quartyrs, then use the knife, and remember it is better to die bravely defending your wives and daughters, than to be butchered afterward, or perhaps burned at the stake." A murmur of assent followed the \Vords of the scout, and Boston said: "Yes, boys, fight like the Basting people at Bunker Hill : and we'll lick 'em as clean as a nigger. would a gridiron. A few more words and Captain Duncan departed, and the motte was as silept as the grave. The scout stood silently lea,ping against a tree and gazing intently out upon the dark prairie, while upon either side of him crouched do\rn a long line of brave men, determined to fight to the bitter end. By the side of Buffalo Bill stood Harold Duncan, no tremor of fear in his heart, and his every nerve ready to meet the onset. '(They are coming-see, yonder about thirty yards away; pass the worp down the line to fire when I give my warcry/' coolly said the scout, and Harold obeyed. Suddenly from the ground a hundred dark forms sprang to their feet, and the silence of the scene was b .roken by the piercing, wild, thrilling \Varcry of the scout, and instantly a sheet of flame fl.ashed from the dark motte, and groans, yells and shrieks followed. "Well aimed, my men Now seize your extra guns fire !" The order of Scout Buffalo Bill was obeyed, and another volley was poured in up on the rushing ava lanche of human beings, striving for the victory. On they came like packs of howling wolves, and showers of arrows, and swarms of bullets, filled the air, while demoniacal yells, the shrieks of the wounded, the stern orders of chiefs and the rattle of firearms made the scene one impossible to describe. Calmly, but with wonderful rapidity, the scout had emptied his repeating rifle, and then casting it aside, had seized a pistol in each hand, crying in his deep, rlnging voice : "Now, men, take your revolvers!" The rattle of small arms along the fort was echoed by the fury of strife from the other side of the matte, where Black Kettle and his braves were charging, and an occasional shot from other points, where the enemy endeavor to find an entrance, to discover that at every spot the barricade was ably de fended. Vvith a courage worthy of an honorable cause the renegades pressed on, their tall and daring leader urging them to storm the works in spite of the leaden hail that met them. ."They are but a handful; at them, you outlawed hounds!" rang his commanding Yoice, hoarse with passion, and he sprang upon the barricade, and, fol lowed by a dozel.1 of his men, would the next moment have been in the enclosure in spite of resistance, when Harold Dnncan darted forward with a loud cry, and the scout heard his note of warning. Instantly he sprang to the front, dashed upon the log barricade, and seizing Navarro in his powerful arms, hurled him with fury back upon the prairie side, and drawing two fresh revolvers from his belt, they began to play with lightning-like rapidity, and with terrible effect. In vain did Navarro urge his men again and again

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12 THE BU ff /\LO BILL STORil:S. to the at tack, an d bearing apparently a charmed life, he defied every dauger, it seemed. But presently a ringing cheer came from the other s i de of the matte, and Clarence Hart dashed up to say that the India n s had fle d at e\ery point, and instantly the band of Navarro became demoralized, and, in spit e of the cries of their leader, turned to fly. A shrill whi s tle then broke abo v e the din, a lond neigh anS\\ ered it, heavy hooffalls \\"ere heard, and the next moment the steed of the scout dashed up, while his mas ter ;-apidly reloaded his pistols. "Surely you cannot be so reckless? Let me urge you not to risk your valual;ile life," cried Harold Duncan, laying his hand upon the scout's arm. "Yonder goes Navarro, the chief was the only answer, and springing into his saddle the sc0ut gave a cheering \vord to Satan, who, with a mighty boui;icl, was ud were the cries, but nG>where he appeared, and when last seen he had been in the very path of the coming avalanche of death. Finding that this last charge was to be a cons<>li dated one upon one point, Captain Buncan and :Vvhite Trailer, with a dozen of the emie-rants, hastily deadly danger. Quietly the victorious emigrants set about their painful 6.uties the caring for their own dead and wounded, for, in spite of their splendid fortifications, death had crept through them, and half-a-dozen bold forms lay dead, while twice as many had received wounds more or less painful. But the defenders of the wagon-train had es cape41 woncirously well ancJ had given their enemies a seYere lesson; but yet there were some sad hearts in their midst, where a loved one would be forever absent fr@m the family circle. And all felt gloomy the fate of the scout, for well they knew had it not been for him they would have been taken unawares upon the open prairie, and a far different story w0uld have been to tell of their battle with the renegade:i.

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THE B UFFALO B ILL ST ORIE S. 13 CHAPTER XI,. UNLOOKEDFOR YISI'l'ORS. to .prepare for danger, as the scout was seen coming toward tj1em at a rapid rate. Ere long he arrived, and stated that from his posi-Through the long night the watchers held their tion he had discovered a large body of horsemen vigil, and when the sun at length arose over the of deadly strife it was found that those who could drag themsehes away had done so, and besides the dead renegades and Indians there were only two or three liYing ones, and they were in a dying condition. Yet until the spark of life fled they were kindly cared for by the men whom they had intended to treat with savage inhumanity. Now here upon the prairie was a living soul visible, for Navarro and his wild band had retired in the night, but here and there was seen a bevy of wolves gathered around a dead Indian. renegade or horse, and glutting themselves upon the rich repast. Sorrowfully the dead emigrants were consigned to their humble and lonely graves in a secluded part of the motte, and then the horses and cattle were turned out upon the prairie to feed, for \ V hite Trailer told Captain Duncan that their enemies had really departed eviclentlv disgusted with their attempt to dip' ture the wagon-train. Then the "ork of buryingthe dead of the enemy hecran and it \\as a hard task, for a number had "' fallen, the Indians looking demoniacal in their war paint, and many a white skin hidden beneath the coloring of a red skin, as the renegades were wont to do many acts under Indian attire that caused the sav ag-es to be blamed therefor. The day passed busily. and the night followed quietly; but still no sign of the scout, and all feared that he \Yas really captured, for nowhere had the body of himself and hors e been found. Yet \Vhite Trailer and Boston hoped against hope, for they felt that his good luck might not have foi; saken him, and in the encl the mysterious horseman would appear all right. Toward the e\'ening of the second clay after the battle, one of the mounted cattle guards reported that \Vhite Trailer was signa ling far off upon the prairie, and Captain Duncan immediately set to work coming on at a sweeping gal10p t0warcl the matte; but from the glance he h ad of them he th.ought that they were the band of reneg-ades. Soon they came in view from the motte, and it was soon evident that they were not Indians, but soldiers, for the s unshine flashed upon their weapons, and they rode in a column of fours. "Hold on! People sometimes lose thei r hair by mistakes!" cried White Trailer, as half-a-dozen of the younger emigrants were starting forth to meet them. 'But they are not Indians, for I can see their white faces and uniforms.'' repli ed one of the young men. 'That may be, but Na \ 'arro can disguise his men in a number of ways, and that may be none either than the renegade band." The truth of the scout's remark was evident. and Captain Duncan answered: "Yes, let them come to meet us, and we will be ready to g-reet t h em, be they friends or foes." Steadily the caYalcade came on, and then as one man, came a cry from the asse1 ihlcd emigrants, of "The scout! the scout!" It was true. / \.t the head of the squadron. and by the side of the commanding office r, rode none other than Buffalo Bill, whom nearly all of the emigrants believerl dead or a prisoner. The sweeping gallop of the troops brought them ere long within hailing distance of the motte, and Boston called forth : "Three yells for Buffalo Bill, the scout, the greatest man thi s sicle of Bosting city!" In response there came three hearty cheers, and the next moment the squadron drew rein, and Cap tain Duncan cried, while a blnsh overspread his bronzed face, to meet a man who had once known him in prosperity: "Major Raymond, as I live!" "Yes, Captain Duncan, and a most delightful sur-

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14 THE BU ff ALO BILL STORIES. prise to see you hc;e, sir, for my friend here informed me you were with the train," and springing to the ground, he warmly greeted both father and son, whom he had last inet in their handsome Long Branch home. A graceful, dignified man of the world was Major Raymond; a little browned by exposure, and with a fatigued look on his face, perhaps, but still courtly as when in the salons of the metropolis. Comilllg forward, :Mrs. Duncan and Mabel also greeted the maj0r; the maiden coolly turning from the officer, she her hand to the scout say ing, in her sweetest tones : "I am delightecl to see you safely back, sir, for we all feared evil had befallen you." "Yes, Sir Scout, how was it you escaped from that mad cavalry rush upon us? You were right in the ?ath of the savages," said Captain Duncan. "I tnanaged to elude them, sir, and in their retreat followed them s@me aistance, hoping to be able to capture Navarro, eut with his usual good fortune he away." "'fhat fellow is 1ard to take, as we soldiers all kaGw," answered Major Raymond, and he con tinueGi-: ','For seven years he has been the Terror of the Plains, with his outlawed band, and upon his head are several heavy prices set. The cruelty he has in flicted upon the border is known far and wi
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THE BUFF f\LO BILL STORIES. 15 if that's. the cos, ye better leai;e this here country, 1f out of the motte, ,, here the emigrants had so bravely yer is afraid of treadin' oh graves, for they's thick in fought the savage renegades and their cruel red al these parts, and, bless yer soul, what would the peolies. pie of Besting be, if they was afeard of livin' over the dead, for wasn t the battle of Bunker Hill Monument fought there, and wasn't there more Britishers slain in that fight than there is Injuns in this country, and don't the Basting people live right over the battlefield \\'here thousands of them was buried?" 'Boston you ask more conundrums in a minute than we can all answer in an hour," said Clarence Hart, laughingl y, and the gentleman from the "Hub'" replied, in rather a crestfallen manner: "Youngster, if yer had bin sent to schule iq Bes ting, yer would han knowed yer geography and history better than yer do." \Veil, scout, I, for one, think your suggestion a good one, and \Ye should really get on as fast as we can, get our crops in, cabins built, and our settlement formed, so let us go to the former outpost on the Little Blue, my friends," and Captain Duncan looked around upon the assembled emigrants. After a still longer talk over the matter, it was unanimously agreed to go to the Little Blue to set tle, a.n Clarence Hart, for the two young men formed a great attachment for the scout, and his wonderful daring had won their unbounded admiration. Upon the afternoon of the third day after leaving the motte, the scout stated that the settlement was but a few miles ahead, and expressed his determina tion to ride on in advance of the train. "Are you willing to be bothered with a companion, sir?" It was Mabel Duncan wh0 spoke. "Certainly, if Miss Duncan is de s irous of accompanying me, answered the scout. "Mamma, can I go?" asked Mabel, turning to her mother. "If your father thinks there is no danger, Mabel." "The scout is the best judge of that," said Captain Buncan, who was riding upon the other side of the wagon. "I think there can be no danger, sir." "Very well, Mabel; here, Bob, saddle Miss Mabel's horse," called out Captain Duncan to a negro man who had been coachman in his family for a number of years, and with his wife, Phillis, refused to leave their kind master and mistress when misfortune overtook them. A short while more and the scout and Mabel rode on ahead, the maiden dressed in a dark gray riding habit, that l'reatly set a>ff her superb figure, a.nd

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l'HE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. mounted upon a thoroughbred mare, her father had purchased for her in Iowa City. At a rapid canter they sped on, W .hite Trailer, Marold and Clarence following behind, anJ in half an hour's ride arrive d in sight of the spot where, years before, had been the home of a company of hardy settlers who, alas! had met a sad fate at the hands of the merciless savages. White Trailer and his party moved on to the right, and were soon upon the river's bank, while the scout led Mabel to an elevation which commanded a view ef the winding river, the distant hills, rolling prairies, and below. them the sheltered spot where once had the paleface lived in happiness. But the destroyer, Death, had visited the p eacefu l vale, and only the ruins of a score of happy homes were visible, while the fields, once cultivated and planted in crops, were again overgrown with rank weeds and grass. "It is a sad sight to see this beautiful vale m ruins, said Mabel, sadly gazing around her. "To me particularly so, Miss Duncan, for several who lived here were my friends. "Yondfilr ruin, the one to the left, was once a cabin where I visited." "Ere long this scene will change, sir, and, I hope, again you ,.,ill find a cabin \Yhere yo\1 will be wel comed, for we all owe much to you; but it must have been a sad blow to yo u to lose ycnr friends, and by such a death." "Would yo u hear the story of thi s scltlement, :Dunc;m ?" "Inel.eed I \Yould, sir." "I will tell you the story, M i ss Duncan. "It is now a number of years s ince the firs t cabin was erected in this valley, and those who came here then left homes in a Sonthern State, and this settlement promised to be the happiest on the entire border, for there was littl e of tlte rough frontier element in their midst. ''Their tabins were built, the prairies cultivated, and everything progressed prosperously, for the reel men professed friendship for their paleface brethren, ancl many kindnesses \\'ere shown thei r red neighbors by the settlers.' "In yonder cabin-it was the most imposing sti-uc ture in the alley then, as its charred ruins now show -there dwelt a well-to-do farmer, a man who had once been a weal t h y l\Ii ss issippi planter; but reverses made him poor, and h e came here to live, bringing wilh him his family, consisting of his vvife, two c h ildren, a boy and girl, and four negro servants. ''The boy grew to manhood in the saddle almost. it might be said. for he c o nstantly roamed the prai rie 8 and there \\as not a trail '"ithin three hundrecl miles he had not follo\\'ed, as he lived among the Indians a lmost as much as a t home. "His sister was a maiden of beauty, and many were the young frontiersmen who sought her hand, h11t none with success ". \t length an uncle of the two children visited them, on his way from California to the States; he had dug a large fortune out of the gold mines, and in sisted to bi s brother that his nephew should ac conpany him on a trip to Europe. '"Thinking it would improve his son, the settler gave his consent, and a month after the uncle and his nephew hacle farewell to the valley and set forth

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THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. 1 '1 upon their journe y anJ avarro and his ban cl, had escaped and come home. "The next instant he entered the cabin, and; catching si ght of the stranger, started back and lev eled his riAe upon him ''The owner of the cabin threw up the muzzle of the gun, saving his gues t from death, and in a fury the returned settler cried: "'\\.'hat! do you protect Navarro, the Renegade?' "All present \Vere struck dumb at his words, exce13ting the man accused, and, drawing a pistol, he fired a shot at his accuser, who, with a groan, fell to the floor. "Springing over his body, the stranger clashed from the cabin, mounted his ..-vaiting horse, rode away at the top of his speed. "The settler \YaS not kille
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18 THE BU ff ALO BALL STOR!ES. maiden whom the Navarro had sworn to "He it was who suggested to me to bring your love. train here, Miss Duncan," and as Buffalo Bill nt-"It would have been better had she met the death tered the last word there was a sound of wild warof her poor parents, for she was borne away to the whoops, and from a piece of timber near by a shower l forest fastnesses, where Navarro had a stockade of arrows whizzed toward them. fort, and she died a few weeks after of a broken heart." CHAPTER XLII. Buffalo Bill ceased speaking, and down the fair A STARTLING SURPRISE. cheeks of Mabel Duncan rolled the sympathizing "The Sioux are upon us, coolly said the Scout, tear, for she had listened with deep emotion to the spurring hi s horse between the clanger and Mabel, sad story. who turned deadly pale, but mair. tained ter presence "And the brothe,r, what became of him?" of mind After a pause, Buffalo Bill answered: "Miss Dnn"Now, come, Miss Duncan," he ccnc'nuecl, and the can in those days I never met the brother, for he two horses bounded a way side by side. had gone to Europe with his uncle before I Yisitecl A dozen bounds and another shower of arrows, this settlement. and a rifle shot from the ambu shed savages, and "But since then I have often heard of him, for he Mabel's mare stumbled, staggered and would have returned to his desolate home and became a plainsfallen with her mist; ess had not strong arm of :11an, roving this country at :viii, and with one obBuffalo Bill encircled the maiden and raised her bodject in view, to avenge the fate of his sister and ily from the saddle, just as the wounded animal, with parents, and it has been reported on the border that an almost human cry, fell dead in her tracks. he has clone so, though thus far Navarro, the ReneThen from the timber dashed a score of savage gade, has escaped him liorsemen, wildly yelling, and slipping from his sad"Mr. Cody, I know the man to >vhom you refer." die, the scout said: "\Vho, may I ask?". "Miss Duncan, you must go on without me and "Mr. Lennox, our guide the \!Vhite Trailer. warn the train. "You are right, for, though, as I said, I never met him in those clays, when I met him as your guide, I "And leave you alone on foot, sir? No, no!" "It must be. I can take care of myself, and the at once kn ew the man, and a splendid fellow he is." train must be warned. Away, Satan!" "My sympathy goes out to for he is indeed As the scout spoke, he had arranged Mabel sea noble fellow, and I have always felt that there was cnrely in the deep Mexican saddle, and at the comsome sad memory in his life. mand of his master, the intelligent steed had "But it must be terrible, indeed, for him to come bounded forward and dashed dmvn the hill, the girl, home to this scene." who was a superb horsewoman, firmly seated, and

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THE BU ff ALO BILL STORIES. 19 with the reins well in hand, but unable to check his mad speed. As he darted away, Mabel, looking back, saw Buf falo Bill standing, rifle in hand, like a lion at bay, while dashing toward him "ere twenty or more savage foes, \\'110 thirsted for his life Then his deep Yoice was heard calling to \Vhite Trailer and his companions in the valley: "Ride! for your li\es; ride and protect the train!"' Mabel then reached the foot of the hill, and she saw that the Scout"s warning had been heeded, for the three horsemen \\ere spurring madly back on the trail by which they had approached the river. On flew Satan, a few more bounds, and then \Yas heard the rapid firing of the scout's rifle, his de fiant and thrilling warcry, followed by the yells of his foes, and Mabel" s heart sunk within her as she thought that at last the daring man had met his doom. The speed of Satan \Yas almost incredulous as he flew on toward the \Yagon-train, apparently fully understanding the sacred duty with which his master hacl entrusted him, and when, after a run of two miles, he the train great indeed was the ex citement among all to see Mabel dash up on the steed of the scout, and alone. In a f e w cool words she told all that had hap p e ned, and in ten minutes more Captain Duncan had a corral of the wagons, and all were in readi ness to meet their savage foes. Then up d as h e d \Yhite Trailer, Harold and Clar ence, and in dismay heard that Buffalo Bill had been left b e hind. ''He haile d u s fron.1 the hill, told us to hasten to the train, and we obeyed, and hearing firing as \Ye rode along, we believed you had been attacked, for we could not tell from whence the sound came, as were riding too fast to distingnish," said Vv' hit c Trailer. "Hark!" cried Harold, and distinctly came the sonnd of distant firing "By Heayens he still holds out, and I am to his rescue," cried \Vhite Trailer, springing-ag.:.ain upon his horse. "And I!" "And I!" In an instant Harold ancl Claret1ce were mounted and following White Trailer at the top of their speed. After their departure the emigrants went hard to work, sunk the "agon wheels into boles hastily dug, threw up dirt breastworks outside, and in an almost incredible short time had a most formidable fort to withstand the enemy A half hour passed, then came some rapid firing and distant yells, and toward sunset vVhite Trailer and his companions were seen returning, Harold mounted behind the scout. "Well, where is Buffalo Bill?" anxiously queried Captain Duncan, and with pale faces all awaited the reply. "I am afraid they have captured him, sir; the firing ceased before we arrived, and we saw a crow d of Indians on the hill, and charged them; but t11ey scat tered and we gave chase, droppjng several of them, and Harold losing his horse by a shot in the head. "But nowhere could we see the scout, or find his body, but \Ye saw where he had been at wGrk o n

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20 THE B-Uff ALO BHLL redskins rather lively, and he may have escaped to the timber, and thus eluded them, though if he did he's about the only man who could do such a thing, and they may have carried him off a prisoner; Captain Duncan, this place won't do to stand a long siege in so let us mo\e on to the settlement and go into camp on the ri\ er, and \Ye can then whip the red devils if they are five to one against us, and the band we sa w only numbered about thirty." ''I \\"ill follow yotff advice, my friend; hut it distresses me to about the scout, whom, God grant, no e\il ha s befallen." "He'll turn up all right, captain. or I didn't come from Bosting; and j[iss :.vrahel, don't yer look so solernncholy lik e a O\Yl :;1e da_dime, for here's yer sadclie and bridle I fetched back to ye, and I wish I could ha' bringed yer the mare, for I never see but one handsomer critter thi s side of Basting, and that one belongs to the scout. and, darn me, if he don't look as though he felt sorry for his master," and Boston, after placing Mabel's sic.le-sacldle in the wagon, went up and stroked the head of Satan, who stood by the side of the maiden. In a shorr while the train was agam 111 motion, \Vhite Trailer scouting in advm1ce. and Harold and Clarence Hart upon either side. It was twilig 'ht \\hen they entered the valley, and arrived upon the ri\er bank, but there was light enough for them to see ho.w to form the wagons, and ere rong they \\ere in camp, and all hard at work preparin. g for the night. Suddenly the sound of approaching hooks broke on the ear, and in dismay all sp1'1ng tp their posts, but the voice of \Vhite Trailer reassureJ them, cry-mg: 'It is the squadron of Major Raymond." Shortly after the troop clashed up, and the settlers felt greatly reliev e d, ,pr \Yith the soldiers near at hand they \vere comparati\ely safe from attack. \\'ith surprise Major Raymond heard of the appearance of Indians in the neighborhood, and the supposed capture of the scout, for he said he had scouted all through the immediate country during the clay, and had seen no fresh tr:ices of the enemy's beiug about. Sentinels \\"ere stationed around the camp, and cheerful fires were built, but still there was a shadow of g-loom upon the camp, for the unknown fate of Buffalo Bill appeared to impie ss and all. and frequently his faithful steed \\"Oulcl neigh loudly, as though he missed hi s master ancl dreaded some evil had befallen him, and the teamsters and a few of the emigrants took the call of the noble animal as a certain sign that the scout was dead, and that the instinct of the hors e caused him to know it. \Vith stern face \Vhite Trailer moved about the camp, and \Yatching him, Mabel, knowing the sad story of his life, felt a rene\\ecl interest and regard for the man. CHAPTER XLIII. ON THE BANKS OF 'l'IIE LI'l" l'LE BLUE. vVhen the morning dawned, Major Raymond and his troop started on a scout through the neighborhood, and the settlers commenced work, first_ laying out a plan for a stockade fort, and getting it at once under-way.

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THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. 2 1 This was to be a subst: .rntial :rnd rpassi\'e stockade, built upon the river bank, and with separate apartments for horses and cattle, should a foray of Indians compel them to drive the stock into the in closure. Large barns were to be built for the common treasury of gTain and prO\encler, and then there were to be several large cabins 11ithin the stockade, for the people to live in in case of a siege. The whole affair was ably planned by Captain Duncan, and was to occupy a space of fiye acres just where the Yalley broke against the riYer, and from its commanding position it was so situated as to be hard of access to any one approachi1}g with hostile intentions. Rapidly the work went on, and by night the settlers were greatly cheered with what they had done. A t dark the squadron teturned, being unfortunate in overhauling the band of Indians, or finding any trace of the scout, and, as they were to encamp in the neighborhood for seyeral days, the soldiers wiliingly aided the settlers in their wo1:lc The following morning White Trailer held a con [versation with Captain Duncan, the result of which that he left the camp fully armed and mounted upon his faithful steed, and findjngthe Indian trail, started off upon it to look for B uffalo Bill, for he :said : ''He 1vould do as much for me, or any one else in distress, and I believe he is a prisoner, if not, he 1.vould have turned up before this." Thus a week passed away, and with the aid of their fifty soldier workmen, the settlers had com-pleted all the stockade wall, and were progressing rapidly with the interior work. Through that week Major Raymond had lingered, ever haunting Mabel Duncan with his presence, for he was deeply attached to her all believed. Yet she gave him no e11couragement. As a friend she like d him, but other than in friend ship she cared not to look upon him, although both her parents were anxious to have her accept him as a lover. At the end of the week Major Raymond departed with his troop, but promised to return ere many days, for he had set his heart upon softening t he feelings of Mabel toward him. After the departure of the soldier s the settlers felt somewhat lonely, but they kept steadily at work during the day, and at night discussed the fate of the scout, and the non-appearance of \Vhite Trailer, whose long stay upon his dangerous undertaking gave them considerable alarm. Upon the evening of the tenth day after their arrival at the Little Blue, White Trailer 'suddenly put in an appearance, on foot, hatless aqd unarmed, while r...:; features were pale and haggard. Eagc::ily all gathered around him to hear his story, and in a few words he told how he had followed the Indian trail all day long, and at night had camped. by a smaJI stream, and the following morning had sad dled his horse and was about to mount, when from above a huge Indian warrior dropped upon his shoulders, from off a limb, where he had e vidently secreted him self while the guide had gone afte.r his horse, which had gotten loose and strayed a short distance off.

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22 THE B UFFALO BILL STORIES. Ere he could free himself of the brave who had thus sprung upon him, several more warriors rushed up, from where they had been hiding in the timber, and in spite ofevery effort, he had been securely bound and disarmed. The Indians had then carried him on at a rapid rate to their village, a day and night's journey, and he "as placed in a large wigwam, near the center of the Yillage, but nowhere was visible any trace of the scont and from none of the tribe could he learn a \\"Orel regarding his fate, for they were silent upon th__e subject, s o that led hitn to believe they had not killed him, as they \Yould haYe been only too anxious to spread the news. Dnring the night \Vhite Trailer managed to burn his l>onds at the small fire, so that he could break them, and he then set the wigwam on fire, and in the excitement for a high wind was blowing, which threatened the destruction of the whole village, he darted away, sprang into the river and escaped, to reach the settlement hungry and tired out, after a long and tedious trip on foot. The settlet'S were delighted to see him back again, and Captain Duncan instantly presented him with a fine rifle, and Harold gaYe him a pair of handsome reYolvers, while Clarence Hart insisted upon the scout accepting his knife, saying that he certainly would find be tter use for it than he eyer expected to. Not to be behind hand in good deeds, Mrs. Duncan fitted out \Vhite Trailer a new and serviceable suit of buckskin she had intended for her husband, and Mr. Hart, the father of Clarence, gave him a good horse, which, (hough not as good as the one he had lost, was a firte animal, possessing con siderabie speed. Thus mounted and armed once more, vVhite Trailer expressed his determination to again seek Buffalo Bill as soon as he had recovered from the fatigue of his recent hardships. In the meantime the settlers pitched upon their different locations for buildings, and staked out their farms, so that matters began to have a business-like appearance in the valley. The site chosen by Captain Duncan was the very same where once had stood the cabin where lived the maiden of whom the scout had spoken to Mabel, and as the young city girl walked over the grounds, gazing upon the charred n'lin, she could not but sadly recall the fate of those who had once lived there in happiness, and then her thoughts would turn upon the one who had been left to avenge those he loved. "Strange, how strange, that I, Mabel Duncan, once called the belle and heiress in metropolitan so ciety, should now be here, a frontier girl, and-shall .. I confess it ?-interested in a man who is known to be a slayer of men, a guide of the prairies. "Ah, me! yet I cannot help it, for his voice, his manners, all awaken in nie a feeling I cannot resist, and cause me to turn from Major Raymond. "\Vell, I can but live on here now in the wild excitement of border life, for I love my parents too' much to ever leaYe them." Thus mused iVIabel Duncan, and she wandered idly around for a while, and then ith a deep sigh returned to the stockade fort, for the settlers were .. "' r

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THE BU ff /\LO BILL STORIES. 23 all within the inclosure until they could acquainted with the ground, he entered the forest, get their cabins completed. and, at a long, swinging gait kept on at a rate that \Vhen :\fabel ieachecl the stockade she told carried him over the ground with remarkable celer that \ Vhite Trailer had again started, and alone, in ity. search of Buffalo Bill for he \ vas determined to res-At length he sunk down upon the rivar bank to cue him. rest, and, tired out by his long run, he unconsciously \\"hite Trailer had left goodby for her, in case he dropped off to sleep, little dreaming that tlhere were should be killed, and also he had left her a sealed enemies around him, for from the cliirk covert @f tae package, to open in case he did not return within a woods, where they had hidden upon seeing him apmonth. proach, were five men, who appeared to be Dog Sol-1 I wonder what it can l;e ? she said, with nat-
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24 THE BUFFALO BILL STOR!ES. giant strength of the scout had lo yie!d1 :rnd he \\'a s made a prisoner and secnrely bound. ''It is Buffalo Bill, the Terrible Trailer, pards,'1 cried one. \Ye will take him to the chief," said another. "Take nothin' Don't be a fool, for the chief has got \ Yealth and will have to pay big money to get Buffalo Bi11.'' "You bet, 'c a u se he's worth his \\eight in gold." "That's so, an' \Ye'll k eep him in hiclin' in the Cliff canyon until ll1er chief pays money for him." The scout heard all that was said, and made no comment. The body of their.dead comrade was left unburied, for the coyotes to devour, and upon his horse, for the horses of the men \\ ere near, Buffalo Bill was mounted and securely bound. Then they set off on the trail and kept the horses at a steady trot for se veral hours, when they turned info a narrow canyon, through which ran a small stream. At the head of the canyon was a rude cabin, and afte r a consultation together, two of the men mounted their horses and rode away, leaving the othe r two to guard the scout, who was more securely bound. Thus the clays and n.jghts passed away, Buffalo B ill ccmstantly under the eyes of one of the outlaws an d unable to get the slightest chance to make an ef fort t o escape. The men h:ad been merciful enough to take the off h is hands and feet and put on a pair of handcuffs they had found in their cabin, and to bind the feet loosely while they gave him what food they had to eat, and of which they _had a liberal quantity. One day one of the guards came in and reported their comrades were returning: "I saw them from ther cliff au' Cap'n NaYarro is with 'em, so he's willin' ter gi\e ther price \Ye asked fer Buffalo Bill, said the man. "Vv e'll take him out ter meet ther chief," said the other man. So Buffalo Bill, freed of the bonds upon his feet, was led out of the cabin just as Navarro, the Renegade, rode up with the two men who had gone after him. "By Heaven! It i s Buffalo Bill, and you belong tome now, for I have bought you, body and soul. "Yes, I'll just put my mark upon you," and, thus savagely speaking, the renegade threw hirpself from his horse, drew his knife and advanced upon the scout in a frenzy of hatred. Buffalo Bill ironed as he was, moved back to re sist, but, as the renegilde closed upon him, there caine a shot and the man dropped dead at the feet of the scout. In an instant Buffalo Bill stooped and seized the renegade's re: ;olver in his manacled hands and shot down one of his guards just as another crack of a rifle, mentioned before, dropped an outlaw from hi s saddle. Then into view dashed VVhite Trailer, the guide, shouting as he did so: "This way, men! ,.,._, e'ye got them cornered!"' A few more shots from Buffalo Bill and \Vhite Trailer, others from t h e outlaws, and the fight ended in an ins tant.

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0 THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES 2 5 It ended with the \Yiping out of the outlaw band, \Yh:te Trailer was at once P,;it to bed, and taken in md the wounding of \Vhite Trailer quite severely. hand by Captain Duncan, the bullet was extracted "You sav ed me, pard, and at deadly risk," said from his shoulder, and he \Yas told that he must re-Buffal o Bill. main quiet for at least a couple of \\"eeks, while "That is what I came to_ do, and I was just in Mabel volunteered to be his nurse. ime, was the answer. Going to the fort, Buffalo Bill guided iviajor RayA search was made of the outlaw's pockets and mond and a large force the :Qog Sold.ier he key found to the and Buffalo Bill was Sioux, and the band of outlaw s, demoralized by the ;oon free. He at once looked at \Vhite Trailer's death o f Navarro, and, striking their camps, they ounettlcrs \Yent almost \Yilcl in their clc o me of the t \YO men. were given a le sso n that broke their power and scattered them. Visiting the settlement to tell the ne\vs that there was no longer canse for dread, Buffalo Bill found white Trailer much improved. He was told to visit the settlement often, as every home was open to him. It was nearly a year before hi s duties as an army scant permitted Buffalo Bill to again go to the set tlement and then he went on account of a receiver from \Nhite Trailer, an
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L09K AT BOYS! 1 g I I ANECDOTE PRIZE. CONTEST II 19 W HO HAS HAD THE MOST EXCITING EXPERIENCE? THAT'S the idea, boys. You have all had some narrow t:scapes, scme dangerous adventures in your lives I Perhaps it was the capsizing of a boat, or the scaling of a cliff, or a dose shave in a burning or something else equally thritling. WRITE IT UP JUST AS IT HAPPENED We offer a handsome Prize for the most exciting and best written anecdote sent us by any reader of BUFF ALC BlLL WEEkL Y. The incident, of cours _e, must relate to something that has happened to the writer himself, and it must also be strictly true.. It makes no difference how short the articles are, but no contribution must be longer than 500 words. HERE ARE TliE PRIZES! TWO P"IZES. For Two Most Exciting and Best Written Anecdotes. T w o first-class Spalding Standard Athletic Sweaters. Made of the finest Australian lambs' wool, exceedingly soft. Full fashioned to body and arms, and without seams of any kind. Colors: White Navy Blue, :Black and Maroou. TWO SECOND PRIZES. For Two Second Best Anecdotes. Two pai r s Of Raymond 's All .Clamp Ball :Bearing Roller Skates. Be arings of the finest tempered steel, with 128 s teel balls. For speed no skate. has ever a pproached it. FIVE TtllftD PRIZES. f"or Five Next Best /\necdt>tes. Fiv e paii-s of vVin. slei\ v's Speed Extension :ice Skates, with exteri s i 6 n foot pfates. These skates have detachable we lded s t ee l racing run ners, also an extra s e t of short runners for fancy skating. FOR NEXT TEN BEST ANECDOTES. A Spalding, 12 inch "Long Di s tance Mega. ph'oUe. Made of fir e b oa rd capable of carryiug the sound of a human v oice one mile and in some instances two mil e s. More fnn than a barrel Of monkey s 1The contest will c ontin ue. u ntil Dec. rst, next. Send your anecdotes at once, b oys. We are going to pub1ish all of the be s t ones during the progre s s of the contest..: We will have to reserv e to ours elves the 'right of judging wliicn ane cdote h as the most merit, but our readers know that they m _ay de pend upon Street & Smith and o n their ab solute fairness and justice in c onducting c o ntests. This one will be no exception tb the rule. RE 1'.'.l:E l\.".CBE N 1 Wheth.er your contribution wins a prize or not, it stands a good chance ctf bei11s-published to-gether with the name of the : writ er. 1 become a c ontestant for thes e prizes, cut out the A11ecdote Coupon, printed herewith, :fill it out properly, and send it to BUFFALO Br i L care of Street & Smith, 238 vVilliam St., New York City, together with your anecdot e No anecdote will be considered that does not have this COt lpOn accompanying it. COUPON. "BUFFALO BILL W _EEKL Y" AN_&C.DOTE CONTEST' 1. D(Lte ............ .... ...... 1901 Name ............ ... ............. ........ .' ... City or town:-: ... ....... ... .... ... ....... ..... ........ Sta te ... ............... ... ........................... Title of Anecd o te .......................................

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, PRIZE ANECDOTE, DEPARlMENTo During the progress of the Anecdote Prizt Contest this space will be devoted to th: publication of the est anecdotes sent in by the contestants, Here are some of those recdvd this wuk. They are co:ning in with a rush, so hurry up, boys, an:! get ours in early. My first and Last Picnic. (By Harry A. Gregg, Providence, R. I.) 'l'bis account of a picnic I weut on last summer is trne, and I would like to enter it in your prize contest: I belie\' e the picnic was some of the girls' ''get up," ut I never inquired vety deepl y into whereabouts of its birthplace. I was not anxious to, for even yet it causes a queer sensatiot1 t o pass through me to 111entiou it. It was l\fay 12th last. The sun arose in the forenoon nd sbotle upou a cloudless sky au cl a dozen bappy faces. 'rhat was the number which composed the party seven girls and five boys It was just eight o'.dock when we started. We were going to cross several fields and meadol'.'s, as that was ousidered the shol'test route. We bad traversed about half the distance across the 5rst when some of the girls, who were acting as adatJce guard, suddenly pat1sed, aud uttered several loud crea111s of affright. I was at that tillle laboriug under t!Jc weight of a arge basket of prov1sions, but when the girls cried out or help I forgot aH :ibout tn.Y bt1rden and actually ran ith the load whitb a rnomeut before I cot:Hd scarcely lift. I soon reached the spot, aud discovered the object of l1eir affright to be a large green frog which had perched tse!f in the path. 011e' of the boys, Bill Jones by name, who possessed an amount of cotuage, ad.vanced with a club in is band, aud reqtiested bis frogship to seek otne other resting-place, at the same ti111e lie made a brust at the frog, causing it to jump in the air. As a matter of course it alighted iu the,midst of the owd of girls. Some screamed and ran, while oue fainted. Nothing further disturbed our progress, and \ve soon cached the place chosen as the most suitable for a icuic. A little afte r one o'clock the girls began to prepare for uuer. I was seated near by conversing with Bertha Mapes,, a irI whom, a-Ithough she was ctoss.eyed and had three 011t teeth ont, was au object of envy on accotttlt of the luxuriant growth of red hair which adorned her shapely bead But sncli bliss could not last Jong. She was called to assist the others, and had scarcely departed 'ivhen Bill Jones s trod e up to me saying: "What were you talking to Bertha fur? I 'companied her here, and I want you to leave her alone." I explained that it was she who had begun the con versation, aud 11ot I. At that instant Bertha came up and deposited se\eral things 011 the corner of the table Bill, among which was a bowl of molasses. Biil glance
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. 23 THE BUFF /\LO BILL STORIES. Who Stole the Grapes? (By Henry Collisson, Harrisburg, J>a.) Jim Brown and r' went to the same school up to last year. It was a boarding-school in the country, with a greenhouse attached; but a wall separated the playground from the garden and greenhouse, and "e were forbidden to enter this garden on pain of dismissal from the school, and a sound thrashing into the bargain. Jim Brown and I were in the sallle and he was always playi11g tricks upon me, such as rubbing out my lesson, sticking a pin into my s ide, and numerous other things, to hinder me from doing 111y exercise as soon as he would his, so it happened that Brow11 was always ahead of me in the class. This used to vex me a goou d e al, as I considered myself as good as he :lily time to do a good, square JesSOll. Brown was also a fayo rite of Mr. Barlow, the schoolmaster. in the se cond year of my being at : Mr. Barlow's s c hool, \Ye were called toge th e r about entering the garden again. Mr. Barlow s:iid that the garden had been entered by some of the boys and a large quautity of fruit stole11, and if he could find out who it was he would punish him as he deserved. After he !tad done speaking we finished our lessons, and the schoo l broke up for the half-hour play, when there might be seen groups of boys standing together conversiug earnestly about the stolen fruit, and wouderi ng '\V ho cou l Jooki11g as sour as possible. Every boy was as still as a mouse, for they co .uld te by the look of Mr. Barlow' s face that there was some thing wrong. After a few minutes Mr. Barlow said: "I am grieved to have to speak to you again abo robbing me of my frnit. Only last uight my garden an greenhouse were entered by some of you boys, and quantity of grapes stolen. Mr. Snookes anrl I examine the greenhouse and found tlie vines brokeu down, an this book lying 011 the seat iu the greenhouse. Does am of you own th is book?'' As soon as I saw the book I was speechless, as th book was none other than my Latiu Virgil, which I ha leut to Jim the night before. Mr. Barlow a.gai1 spoke: "Does anybody own this book?" I stammered out that I did. "How carne it in my greenhouse?" "I don't know, sir." 'Did yoll lJo.I. take it there?" "Ko, sir; I le11t it to Jim Brown last night to tear his Mr. Snookes then said that he did not believe a wor of it as Brown had his Virgil, and did not require tw to lea m his I esson from l\Jr. Barlow told me to go to my room, which I dW a11
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BILL STORIES. 29 footsteps drew nearer. I looked round for a h idi ug-place, and espied a tree. I quickly climbed up it, aud hid my self iu its uppermost branches. Presently two men came along and seated themse lves under the \'ery tree in which I was hidiug. I listene d, and overheard a plan to rob Squire Hawkins' house that nigl1t. Imagine my feelings if you can. I determined to go direct to the squire's house, and warn him. Bllt it was impossible to go now, as the robbers vvere seate d under the tree smok ing. The y see!11ecl to think there was plenty of time. How I fretted with impatience. At last one of them asked the other if it were not time to go He took from his vest pocket a monstrous silver watch, looked at the face and said: ''Ir is twenty minutes past nine, and the l1011se is about a mile and a half from here. I guess w e'll get there in time. If we get the 'sugar,' \Ye can start for California to-morrow." The y both rose and departed toward the squire's house to my intense relief. I immediately de s ceudecl to the ground. There was a short cut to the squire's by which I could gain about half a mileon the bmglars. I reached squire's thirty-five minutes ah e ad of the burglars, and frightened them half to death wl1en I told the m wh a t I had learned. After the excitement was over two farmhands determined to go to the room in which the silverware \ms kept, and secrete themselves. They let me go with them. At eleven o'clock we heard the burglars forcing their way through the back door. Soon they had forced the door, and were stealthily creeping along the passage. When they came to our door, we heard oue say to the 0H1er: "Bill, turn 011 the slide." Bill turned it on, and they crept toward the door and pushed it open gently, and entered. Before they could do anything the two farmhands had sprung upon them. One grappled Bill, and being a powerful man, soon conquered him. He t9ld me to run for some cord to bind him with. "Bring me some, too," shouted the other farmhand ; who was struggling with the other burglar. I ran downstairs and a s ked the honsekeeper for some cord. She stopped me and wanted to how thing;; were getting along upstairs. After telling her and receiving the cord I rau upstairs and gaye the cord to Charlie, the farmhand, who bound his man hand and foot, and then cut off the remainder of the cord and gave it to the other, who bound the other one. \Ve kept watch ou them 11uiil mo1' 11ing, when they were taken to the olice statigu, tried and sentenced each to five years in ;\Vindsor. The two farmhands and myself were rewarded by t11e quire when he returned home. Chased by a: Snake. (By Lorenz o Mulford, Jr., Cincinnati, Ohio.) 011 a sultry
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BOYHOODS OF FAMOUS This contains each week the story of the early career of somz ceh. brated American. \Vatch for these &'11 them, b::>ys. They are of the most fasdnating interest. Those already are: No. L-Buffalo Bill; No. 2.-Kit Carson Noo 3.-TBXRS J1-leK. 'I'hough Tex:::s Jack's parents liv ed in America, a11d he was born here, his ancestors were Frenclimen. 1'exas Jack's real name was Jean 0111oho11dreau, a11d it has often beeu said that he was the Marquis of Omo houdreau, though he never claimed the title or the family estate in Frauce. One writer, relating how it was that Texas Jack became a marquis, tells of an event that took place in France when Texas Jack was a young pioneer on the Western prairie. He says: "In France, near Aviguon, where the silvery Durance weds the beautiful Rhoue, the waters as clear and cold as eye of a vestal, cau even now be seen a 111011u mental glory of those chivalric clays when men lived and died in armor-when their manhood was known by their deeds rather than -by their wealth. "This 'manumental glory' is an ancient castle, perched high up among the tree:crowned hills which 0verfo1ok the rivers as they meet, known 11ow, as in the long gone by, as the Castle Omohon 'reau. 'What has this old pile, "grand, gloomy and pecu liar," to do with Texas Jack?' asks the reader. ''A great deal, if reader will wait patiently for a st1:ange story to unfold itself. "Iu a chamber gorgeously furnished, hllng n ith tapestry, ye t bright, though long used, an old man sat propped up with cushions iu a great armchair, while the mellow light of sunset stole in through the high window facing the c r imsomed west. ''A physician, likewise very old, stood looking intently npon the noble face of the invalid, while near his right hand sat a notary at a small writing table, pe11ning a last will and testament, then being dictated to him. ''The notary, in a loud, clear voice, read the carefully written dooument, which gave to the Marquis, Jean. Omohondreau, born in America, the \'ast estates of the testator and the rents thereof. The will made Adeline Cherchille his sole executrix, as well as the legatee of a vast sum in gold and jewels; the last to be hers on one c0Nditio1i-she was to seek out her co11sin and restore llim to his estate aucl title. All of this was to be done as quickly as might oe after the death of tr1e testator, and the estate was to remain under the control and guardianship of such only as she appointed. ''Years after, when Texas Jack's cousin cl id find him, she related her story before an amazed group of scouts, who were more than surprised to learn that their favorite scout, kno\Yn so long as Texas Jack, was really the desce1;dant o f 011e of the noblest families in France, by t it l e a rnarq11is and tbe inheritor of wealth which would quickly lure aiiy other rnan from the liard ships of the s co ut and "But Jack laughed when they asked him how soon he would go to France to take po ssess ion there. '' 'I would rather be a free American, rifle in hand, skimming over these broad plains on my own swift horse, than to be a king across the great waters,' was the r eply." This famous man, who late r became the boon companion of Buffalo Bill, was the only white man who eyer completely won the confidence of the Pawnee Indians. He became known as" The White King of the Paw11e es. He thus it1ctlrred tbt undying enmity of the Ogaiallas, who were mortal foes of the Pawnees. Probably the most exciting period of Texas Jack' s youth was the trip he made from D ennr Qity, Colorado, through the wild region uow known as the Yellowstone Park, as guide and hunter to an English party, among whom were the Earl of Dunra\eu, Dr. Kingsley and othe1's. Here is the story as told in Jack's own words: I joined the party iu Denver City, Colorado, and, after a few days of recreatio11 there, started alone to Salt Lake City, where I 111et the superintendent of the Overland Stage Line, and succeeded i u chartering a coach to carry tts from Corinne to Virginia City. l\Iy party came u p the next day to Salt Lake and, after seeing Brigham Young and other curiosities, \Ye hurried on to Corinne. The next morning the coach was at the hotel door at se,en "sharp," as the earl wottld say, and guns, pistols, clogs, servants, scouts, English lords and other bundles were tllrnbled in promiscuously, and before we could get half a view of the b eautiful country om driver shouted all aboard," and away we v><:nt at breakneck speed. We reached the first twelve-mile station before I had got comfortably seated, for there was such a confusion of baggage iu the coach one would have thought the Grand Duke and Prince of Wales were along, and here 011r first trouble began, for, to "cap.the lay out," one of the dogs had taken sick, for Salt Lake hiish did not seem to agree with that canine's English stomach; but then we had only four hundred and forty-eight miles to go, and, as a little thi11g like that would11't amount to much, I cht:cked the dog 011 top of the coach, aud bad just time

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THE BUffJ\lO BILL STORIES. 31 to jump astride of a t e n -gallon keg of whisky when the driver shouted'' hoop la!" aud away we went again I had given the driver a drink, and that settled it, for iu vain did I cry out to him to make the horses pace that we rnigl:t go easy .over the stones. He took my wailing for cries to make better time, for all that is said to these Western drivers they understand to mean go faster and makt: time. At this rate we soon pulled up at the next station, where we got iu a balky horse. He would not budge, and the driver called ant for some of us to get out and throw a stone at hi s head. I only got a chance to throw one at old balky when b a ck went hi s ears and out came his two hind feet at my head and off like a shot went coach and horses. I had just time to grab on to.one of the straps behind when I was towed for h a lf a mile, and then rescued by the earl, who dragged me in. The remainder of the trip to Virginia City was made under similar circumstances, we arriving there in four days and a half after l eaving Corinne; for a wonder everybody alive, and nobody i:obbed. The next day I hired a team, and the earl and myself dro\e to Sterling, distant miles, and on the way we passed Alf Slade's old ranch. Sterling is a place that starte d up upon "quartz" prospects, but, like the butcher' s calf, it ''kinder gin out.'' H e re we expected to me e t George Ray, one of the n o t e d hunters and trappers of tqe Yellowstone, for he w as to join us at Sterling. Buying some p onies, we rode 011 to Baseman City, distant ninety miles, and o n the way passed throllgh Galla ti11 Valley, \Yhich was by far the prettiest country we bad seen thus far. Ba seman i s a nice little town, situate d upon a tributary of the Gallatin, and three miles from Fort Ellis, and here it was I bought my outfit of saddle po11ies, p ack mule s and other nec essaries, the earl going, in the meantime, in company \Tith some office r s of the fort, to vi s it tht:: Crow v illa ge and s ee a war dance by some Indians of that fri e ndly tribe Afte r l e a v in g B a s e man I shot a small bear on Trail Cn:ek-first blood o f the trip. The next day we entered the great and wonderful Yellowstone Valle y, striki n g the river at a point about a hundred miles b e l o w Y ellowstone Lake. The valley here is wid e the rolling hills extendi11g back some distanc e to the main range, and the country grandly b eautiful. Here we met some fri e ndl y Indians of the Banack tribe, who \\ ere hurrying back toward the Gallatin, as they said there were Sio n x across the river. Thes e tribes have Jong been d e a dl y en e mies They admired m y Winchester and Reming ton rifles greatly, and when I told them that Dr. E v an s, of Lewis ton Maine, was making m e a g un that sh o t thirty-five times without reloading, they were immensely tickled, aud also curious, one of them s ay in g : Me ha b e e ix more and yet h e haunted the foot of that tree as though he had business there. Wondering what chance I would have in a tussle with a grizzly with rn:v knife and feeling that it had to come to that, I was thinking' of co,,ming down when the old fellow staggere d off to a little pond of water 11ear by, and commenced rolling in the mud. Then I slipped clown the tree, seized my rifle threw. in a cartridge and gave it to him through the head from a distauce of five yards and this rolled him over dead. J nst then several of the party, attracted by my firiug, cam e up a nd we soon had him out of the pond, and found be \\as a twel \'e hundred pounder. Being too late to take his hide, we returned to camp, the. e arl greatly l a m cntiug that we could not erijoy another encounter with a b ear. R 'emained in c amp s e veral days, and suddenly Mr. George R:;iy the hunter, we had wanted with us, but could not find, put in an appearauce. He is a splendid specimen of manhood, six feet two

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32 THE BU ff J\LO BILL STORIES. in his moccasins; but we were supplied w ith men, and he l ef t us. 'rhe next day a bear was found dead in the swamp, and as we had had enough of that kind of game for the present, we moved up the river. We passed some beautiflll scenery, and saw on the 11orth bauk some ledges of different colored stone, extending from the top of the high ridge to the valley's edge. These ledges are fr om fifty to sixty feet apart, and the walls on both s id es are perfectly smooth, aud seem t o be exactly the same distance apart. At a -dis tance it looks as if the mountain bad been raked with a huge comb, with teeth like chmch s teeples. The ulght after starting from camp we halted opposite Ell1igrant's Peak, one of the tallest mountains that overlook the valley. The next clay we passed Emigrant Gulch, and felt safe from Indians, as none were ever known to go farther 11p the river than that point, and the story goes that they are superstitious about the country, calling it the De\'il's Home, '1'1-here all sort s of bad spirits live. Conti11ni11g on, we passed Tower Falls where the \Yater has a nice little tumble of two hundred and fifty f eet; but they are not a marker for the Grand Falls we passed the next day; these are "the boss," four hundred and ninety feet high, clear of any obstacle. A nice large river starts over the top of that fall but it a ll turns to spray ere it reaches bottom-at least so I .i 11dged, for had I gone down to see, I could never have got hack. We next came to the sulphur springs; these are hot air and boiling 1.-vater, and everything has a yellowish cast of countenance in their neighborhood. I stopped to get a drink, but the water was acid, and took all the skin off my mouth. We reached the Wind Springs the next day and camped; these springs are six miles below the lake, and the most woJJderfnl in the valley. We heard a terrible splashiug and felt the earth shak ing during the night, but we couldn't see the perform ance. The next morning we went to the spring or lake, which is of boiling water, is nearly round, twenty yards in diameter and looks as though nature had used it for pigs, and it smells like it bad been thus used, too. It was a very cauldron, thousands of tons of water being .hurled upward with a bulging sound rising thirty feet high, and shaking the earth when it fell. As the water rushed into the basin again, up it was thrown, and so on. In about two hours the throwing up process suddenly c eased, aml in five miuutes the lake was perfectly dryrecovered from its attack of seasickness. Then again, the waters rushed in, again the was nausea t ed We remained in the vicinity several days, and killed a few elk with splendid antlers. 'rheu moved on to the lake. This is a beautiful basin of water, eighteen miles long anrl fifteen wide, situated high up in the mountains, and it contains the largest trout I ever saw, some weighing twenty-four pounds; but they a re not good-in fact, not fit for food. Abo\e the Grand Falls no fish are fit to eat, strange to say, u:1til you strike Snake River, whose waters flow into tlie Pacific, while the-lake waters flo\ into the Gulf of Mexico. We now turned northward to the Great: Geyser Basin, forty-five miies distant, a11d talking about water spouts, why one of these would have put out the Chicago fire even if the water is hot. 'I'he water spouts out of th earth in streams three and a half feet iii diameter, and shoot upward to a height of nearly four hundred and fifty feet. They spout at intervals from two to twenty hours, an_ d last from twenty minutes to two hours, first sending up hot, clear water; then steam, followed by hot air, au then all is quiet until the time for the next entertain ment. We passed brooks where we caught trout, then threw them in a pool of hot water to cook, withou taking them off the hook. We next turned off ipto another part of the country to enjoy a good hunt, and we came pretty near having to hunt our holes, for we ran bang into an Indian neighborhood, and they were 011 the fight. We camped iu the hills. 11e a r Crazy Mountain, and I we11t out to follow up a fresh bear trail, and noticing that the track was iong and smooth in the heel, I concluded that a redskin was trailing that same Bruin. But it soon got too dark to see, and I returned to camp and put out double guards, taking the first watch myself. About ten o'clock, just as I was about to go in for a relief, I heard the rattle of hoofs, then a yell like forty wild cats on a spree, and away went all our ponies, stampe
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,. <-' JESSE JAMES STORIES WE were the first publishers in the world to print the famous sto ries of the James Boys, written by that remarkable man, W. B. Lawson, whose name is a watch word with boys. \ Ve have bad many imitators, Jesse James. and iu order that no one shall be dec e ived in acceptiug the spurious for the real, we are now publishing the best stories of the James Boys, by Mr. Lawson, in a New Library entitled" The Jesse James Stories,'' one of our big five-cent libraries, and a sure winner with the boys. A num ber of issues have already appeared, and e'ese which fol1ow will be equally good; in fact, the best of their kind in the world. STREET & SMITH Publishers, New York. .BUFF ALO BILL STORIES The only publication authorized by the Hon. Wm. f. Cody ( Buffalo Bill) Buffalo Bill. WE were the publishers of the first story eve r written of the famoti and world-renowned Buffalo Bill, the great hero whose life has been one succession of excitmg and thrilling incidents combined with great successes and accomplishments, all of which will be told in a series of gr::ind stories which we are now placing before the American Boys. popularity they have already

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