Buffalo Bill's victories. Chapters 60-71

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THE BUFF /\LO BILL STORIES. The young man bit his lip as if vexed, and then replied: "I am wholly at your ser, vice only let us retrace our way by yonder niotte, for I would water my hors;: at the spring within lts cooling shades." "As you please, quickly replied the maiden, and the two steeds bounded forward over the prairie, goin g in the direction of a grove of timber, an acre i:i si z e and about a mile distant. :\s the l:orses sped along, the young man suddenly broke the s ilence, his face wearing an earnest, anxious lo ol.;: as h said: "Senorita! Rena! are you aware that your father has given me permission to claim your hand and your heart?" The face of the maiden became crimson, and she replied with some anger: "Over my hand, senor, my father has control, I orable man, and you shall know me as I am-El Ramon, the chief of the Bandit League of the Rio Grande." Quick a:s a flash Rena Alvez felt that the man told the truth, guest of her home though he was. \Vith sudden impulse her riding whip fell upon flanks of her spirited hors e, which bounded away like the wind. startled and angered by the unexpected lash upon him from his ever-gentle young mistress. Many thoughts came to Rena Alvez as she fled, telling her that Ramon had spoken the truth, and she felt that she was flying for more than life. But the man had taken from his pocket a small bugle, and a signal call from it rang over the prairie as he started in rapid pursuit of the girl. Glancing back the girl saw Ramon in hot pursuit, and also four horsemen dash from the timber near her. but over my heart he has not." "Oh, Bird, you must save me!" she cried to her Still fair Rena, you cannot be blind to the know!-. straining horse, and the whip fell again and again edge that I love you devotedly, and J long to make you my beautiful bride?" "1 am aware that you have expressed a deep friendship for me, senor, and friendship alone can exist between us with my consent. for I do not, neither will I ever love you." "What! am I to be cast aside to suit your idle humor?" angrily replied the horseman. ''.Senor Ramon, I have spoken the truth; you will never be more to me than you are now." \ha, my lovely senorita, I have your father as my ally, and you will haYe to yield." "Is it manliness to gain a wife by force, senor? Is such the creed you learned in your land of Mex ico?" With a muttered imprecation,. the man replied: "Senorita, yo have but pronounced your doom. "I wooed you to win, and your proud head must be lowered." "Senor Ramon, you shall ans;ver to my father for this insult." "Both your father :md yourself are in my power, girl. for I will throw off the mask 1 wear as an hon-on her flying horse, and nobly the strnggling animal responded, but alas! he had a swift-footed pursuer that he in vai strove to leave behind, for nearer and nearer crept the mustang and his exultant master. Thus passed mile after mile over the moonlit prairie, the rapid flight and chase startling the wolf from his lair and the buffalo from his wallow. On, on, good Prairie. Bird, for already the fiery glitter of the mustang's eye can be seen in the moon light and a mile behind follow a quartette ready to do their master's bidding. Past a small matte the tired and straining animal sped, Rena glancing longingly into the

THE B U Ff ALO B ILL STORIES. 3 As the last. note dies away the gallant steed of Rena gives a sudden bound, staggei;s wild l y, and with a cry almost human, falls upon the prairie, the last SNrk of life vanishing with his fall, for his heart had broken in his mighty efforts to save his young mistress. Though thrown heavily to the ground, Rena was unhurt, and quickly disengaging her skirt, sprang to her feet and turned to behold who it was that had answered her cry for help. your rescue?" and El Ramon placed his foot upon the body of a man lying upon the prairie. One glance, and the ma i den beheld the handsome form of a young man, clad in the undress uniform of a United States cavalry of-ficer. "It is Captain Moore; but for God's sake do not tell me that you have killed him," cried Rena, in alarm. "That I do not know, but shall soon see; his horse is dead, and I shot to kill him, also, for meddling With a feeling of renewed terror, she beheld only a with my affairs. No, he is only stunned, and I fear single horseman, and a glance over the prairie showed that he had no followers to aid him. But bravely he dashed forward to meet El Ramon, who had, when Prairie Bird fell, instantly wheeled toward his stranger foe. As the two horsemen approached each other there were several bright flashes as th. ey fired their pistols, and wit h a cry of despair Rena beheld the stranger's steed go heavily to the earth, while a loud, derisive laugh came from E l Ramon, who the next moment stood over his fallen enemy. To fly was u se less, for nowhere could she go, and with despair clutching at _her heart, the brave girl knew not what to do, when the stern voice of El Ramon called to her: "Here, girl, come and see your would-be preserver.'' Slowly approached the spot, and, arriving there just as the four robber horsemen dashed up, she drew back as they bent their earnest gaze upon her. All of them were dressed in the picturesque Mexican garb, though of a le ss costly material than that worn by El Ramon, and their accoutrements were less elegant, while across their shoulders were slung carbines, proving that they were merely common members of the robber band. Noticing her shrinking movement, El Ramon called out: "Have no fear, senorita; these men have naught to do with you; they are simply cattle to obey my orders; here, do you recognize this gallant who came will cause us trouble," and the chief bent over the prostrate form and half-raised it from the ground, the act displaying a handsome, daring face, with dark wavy hair, and a dark-brown mustache and imperial. As he was raised from the ground the young office1; opened his eyes, passed his hand slowly across his fac'e, and with an effort stag-gered to his feet, I saying, as his glance fell upon El Ramon: "Ah, Senor Ramon, it is to you that I am indebted for my rescue, and-ha! the Senorita Alvez?" l "Yes, Captain Moore, and we are both captives to this man whom you believe has befriended you," said Rena, boldly. The young officer passed his hand again across his forehead, for he vvas not yet recovered from his fall, and beholding El Ramon present, and recognizing him as one whom he had once met at the hacienda of Senor Alvez, he had believed it was by him that he had been rescued from death, for before his fall he had not particularly his adversary "Say you so, Miss Alvez? This man is then a v il lain," said the officer, attempting to draw a pistol from his belt. "Concealment is useless now, Senor Americano. I am he that is called El Ramon, the chief of the League of the Rio Grande." "Impossible!'.' and the officer, as he spoke, placed h i mself upon the defensive, determined not to submit tamely. "I speak but the truth, and these are my fol lowers, so you had better submit quietly, as you


4 BU Ff ALO BILL STORIES. seem to have forgotten you fired off your pistols at me. "See, my men have you in their power," and E l Ramon pointed to his four followers who covered the breast of the officer with their carbines." "You hold the winning hand now. Miss Alvez, we are doomed to at least a short captivity," and the officer turned resignedly toward the maiden, who replied: "And it was to aid me that you so nearly lost your life and are now a prisoner to men who I fear will show you little mercy." "Do not speak of it; it is of the accidents of war that we must expect, and I certainly did but my duty in coming to your rescue--" "Which :will prove fatal to you, senor," boldly interrupted El Ramon, and then he continued: "Senorita, you will have to mount behind me, and senor, you will take a seat behind one of my men, and quickly, too, for like not this neighborhood, with so small an escort." A few moments were passed m preparations for the start, Rena, though most miserable, feeling less despairing in the presence of her fellow pri soner, for in his courage she had great confidence, and believed he would find some way to release them from their perilous situation. Raising the maiden easily in his strong arms, El Ramon placed her behind his saddle, and had ordered the. officer to mount also, when a stern, deep voice said in their very midst : "Ho! men, is this lady a captive?" All present started. with amazement, for his approach was unobserved. They beheld a horseman before them, a revolver in each hand threateningly covering El Ramon and his men. CHAPTER LXI,. BUFFALO BILL ON HAND. As their eyes fell upon the horseman, who so quietly hac,l r idden into their midst, there arose the cry among the of El Ramon of: "Buffalo Bill! the Border "Yes. I an1 he whom men call Buffalo Bill, and if you know a;_1ght of me, you are aware that I will not see t he helpless oppressed, so a\Yay fron.1 here and leave this officer and m aiden in mv keeping." The voice was str;;rngely de ep and stern, and the determined courag-e of the man, his fearles::;J'Y' bearding El Ramon and his men, caused Captain III oore and Rena to gaze upon 11im with interest akin to awe, for his name was well known along the frontier as one who bore a charmed life. At the sight of him whom men called Buffalo Bill, the Border King, the four :Mexica ns were taken aback, and their greatest anxiety was to get away; but El Ramon was no coward, and never {n his red;> less career h a d he met his equal in strength and de sperate courage, so, drawing his knife, for he had discharged his pistols, he cried: "Hold! Do you dare me?" "Aye, senor, I dare you, if so you will it," and replacing his revolvers in their holsters Buffalo B iil sprang to the ground, and with tv.o strides vvas upoa his foe who, with glistening blade sprang forward to meet him. But with no weapon the scout met the attack, and seizing the uplifted arm of El Ramon wrenched it backward until a cry of pain was wrung from the lips of the chief, who the next instant was l ;mrled bodily to the earth, where he lay momentarily stunned by the falL "Back, you hounds!" cried Buffalo Bill, as the four robbers made a movement as if to rush upon him, and instantly his hands held the revolvers taken from his belt, and before his burning eyes the bandits shrunk back, cowed most thoroughly. "Now, obey me! Two of you mount behind your comrades, and, senor, your horse awaits you," and the remarkable man again turned to El Ran1on, who had risen to his feet, and seemed as if about to again attack his formidable foe. "Cowardly hounds t do you fear one man. At him and beat him clown," crie d El Ramon, springing forward to be again hurled backward with gigantic


THE BUFFf\LO BILL STORIES. 5 force, \vhile one of the Mexicans who had attempted to aid his chief, fell dead, pierced through the brain by a shot fro111 the scout's pi-stol. Another made a motion as if to raise his carbine, and a second sharp report followed, and the Mexican staggered back, a bullet through his heart, whiie his frig 1tencd comrades dropped on their knees and begged for mercy. "l\fount, then, and a\.Yay, woul

6 THE BUFFALO BLL STORIES. met both Rena Alvez and her father's guest, El Ramon, now known as the bandit chief. A small squad of cavalry was winding slowly along a prairie trail leading from Fort Inge to the Rio Grande, crossing the river at the small adobe hamlet of Tacos. At the head of the cavalcade, which consisted of an officer and ten troopers, rode Malcolm Moore, the young and handsome captain o f cavalry. Both horses and riders were jaded by a long tramp and most anxious to seek some resting-place for the night, for it was near the hour of sunset. The trail for the last mile had led through a heavy copse of timber, but suddenly came out upon the open prairie, and a broad expanse of rolling land was visible, here and there dotted with a matte, often in that c ountry the home of some wealthy ranchero. As the last of the squadron fil ed out upon the prairie, Malco l m Moore suddenly drew rein and bent his eyes earnestly in front of him, toward a niotte two miles away, for his practiced ear had detected the sounds of distant firing. A moment after, apparently having made up his mind as to the cause, he cried out: "Forward, men! there is some devilment going on in yonder matt e ." Roused to energy by the order of their commander the troopers spurred up their tired steeds, and at a round gallop the party dashed across the plain, the sound of firing growing louder and more rapid as they advanced. As they approached the matte an extensive ha cienda was observed concealed within its sheltering shade, and around it was every indication that it was the home of wealth and refinement, for the grounds were tastefully l aid out, shrubbery grew here and there, and the adobe mansion was of '

THE BUFFALO B I L L S TORIE S. 7 subst;intial repast in the presence of Don Alvez, El Ramo11, and one of the loveliest maidens it had e ver been his fortune to meet. Thus had Malcolm Moore first met Rena Alvez, a n d also the man then believed to be a gentleman of Mexico. Bi:tween the young Mexican and the American there was apparently no Joye lo st, for the jealous Don certainly considered that the good-looking Mal colm would become a most dangerous rival, should CHAPTER LXIII. HOW IT PROVED A DOUBLE RESCUE. After a wait, with his mere handful of tro opers, of a few weeks at the new military post of Tacos, a scout arrived with notice of the near approach of the colonel and the rest of the force. \i\Tith flourishing of trumpets the command appeared over: a sweU of the prairie, and Captain Mal colm and his half-a-score of troopers rode forth to meet their comrades. he fancy Rena. It was rather a formidable show of military to send Thus matters stood ten days previous to the open-. upon the frontier at 'that time, and many ti1e ing scenes in this story, and with a real love pain at his heart Malcolm Moore rode to Tacos, the hamlet where he was to be stationed for some secret service known only to his superior officer, Colonel Van Loo, who. with the remainder of the troops, had not arrived. Securing comfortable quarters for his commander and brother officers, and not neglecting his men Malcolm made all in readiness for their arrival, and then set about investig-atii1g the history of those he had met at the hacienda, for, strive as he might, he could not banish from his thoughts the lovely face and form of Rena Alvez, who had won from the In, ; dians the name of the "Lily of the Rio Grande," and from the Mexicans that of the "Prairie Rose." Leaving Tacos one for a hunt on the prairies for small game, some ten days later, he was as the sun went clown, retracing his steps, when sud denly across the prairie he descried what, in the indistinct light, he believed to be Indians, and hastil y he so ught the cover oi a small matte to watch their moYements, for he was not well prepared for a fight, haYing brought with him but one revolver and his shotgun, for he had not intended going far from Tacos, and was surprised when he found he had wandered miles a \yay. The re s ult of Malcom's dis cove ry his rushing out to the aid of Rena, his capture by El Ramo n, and release by Buffalo Bill is known. surmises among the natives as to what it all could and whether another invasion of Mexican territory was intended by the United States. First came Colo net Edwin Van Loo, an old veteran who had grown gray in his harness, an'd who had lost his left arm upon the of Buena Vista, and i_n early life seen service upqn that wild frontier, where Americans were looked upon as envoys of the dev.il himself. Stern, grim, soldierly,. and e very inch a man, Col onel Van Loo led his troopers, and with a cheery smile greeted Malcolm Moore, who was a particular favorite with the old officer. Then followed a score of horsemen, an adjutant and staff officer, couriers, and a do ze n buckskin-dressed fellows the guides and scouts of the command. Behind these came half-a-hundr ed bold troopers, followed by two field pieces of artillery. caisons anrl .>. a dozen wagons, while bringing up the rear were two-score more of cavalry. "Well, Malcolm, my boy I am glad to see you, and I trust yot\ have our quarters ready," cried the o ld colonel, extending hi s one hand to the young capta,i_n. ''Indeed, I haYe sir, and a few bottles of the fine s t Aquadiente in your awaiting to be sa m pled." "Good boy! and by the way, you are most modest


8 THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. regarding your brilliant achievement of a few days That the don was immensely wealthy, held him since." self aloof from all intercourse with the other settlers, "To what do you refer, colonel?" innocently asked and seemed to Jive for himself and daughter alone, Malcolm, as the two rode along together. was also known; and, though living in an American "Why, you are innocence itself, you sly dog; but country, he seemed to hate all Americans, was also I understand, you wish to keep the bright eyes of reported of him, as it was, too, that he had frequent the senorita from view," and the colonel enjoyed a visitors at his hacienda who vvere known to be Mexihearty laugh. can officers high in authority. "Ah! you mean my little affair with the CoAs to Don Ramon, the people could tell Malcolm manches ?" nothing positive, though some said he was an "Aha! your little affair with the Comanches; American raised in Mexico, and others that he was why, bol, you had but ten troopers, and the natives a rich Mexican intending to settle in Texas, while, tell me that some twenty Indians were left on the furthermore, it was stated that he was a Mexican field, and without the loss of a soldier." colonel of lancers. "Had I lost any of my men, I should have at once Which report to believe Malcolm did not know, sent a courier, reporting the skirmish to you, sir." hut certain he was that the clashing and handsome "The devil you would; why', there was one heavy Mexican was a most dangerous rival in the field of loss you did not report--" love. "And that was, sir?" asked Malcolm, with sur"I would that I could win her," he murmured, prise. "and take her to my plantation home on the Missis"Y our heart, boy," and the colonel greatly ensippi, for my and sister would warmly weljoyed Malcolm's confusion; but soon he continued: come her, Mexican though she is. "I know all about the fight, captain, having heard "Next week Colonel Van Lcio's daughter is comof it as we came along, and I stopped at the hacienda ing to cheer our camp life with her presence, and I for lunch to-day and was entertained like a prince know the good old fellow has determined I shall by that beautiful girl, who told me her father was marry her, for he has told me so a dozen times. absent, hunting on the prairies with a guest; and, "Ah, me! I wish I had met her before I saw Rena; Malcolm, the face of that young girl recalls to my or that she was Rena, or Rena was Lola Van Loo." heart bitter trials and sorrows it has known, and-Thus thinking aloud, Malcolm Moore wandered but, no, some day, my boy, I may tell you all, but hither and thither over the prairies, the game rising not now. at bis very feet, and he unconscious of their exist"Y ou say Tacos is going to be a dull place to ence, until at last, with a half laugh at his infatua-quarter in?" tion, he devoted himself to the sport he had started "I think so, sir." upon, and soon had his game bag filled with birds. "Well, we will make it lively, for the work before It was a short half hour after, when retracing his us is no child's play, I assure you." way to the fort, that Malcolm Moore heard that By nightfall the command was all in quarters, and piercing cry for help in a woman's voice. the camp under perfect discipline, and Malcolm He saw only shadowy forms drawing near in the Moore determined to start out the next day and moonlight, knew not who or what he was to meet, hunt down some game for the colonel, who was very but answered the cry. as has been seen, to, \Yithin a fond of high living. few minutes, find both Rena Alvez and himself at the As he rod. e along over the prairie the young mercy of the false friend, El Ramon. officer thought over in his own mind all that lie had Then came Buffalo Bill upon the scene. heard of Don Alvez and his lovely daughter, for the gossips had informed him that the don had come to Texas some ten years before and had settled upon the hacienda where he then lived. His wife they had never seen, and believed she was dead, but Rosa was beloved by all who knew her. CHAPTER LXIV. BUFFALO BILL'S DEADLY WORK. If El Ramon and his companions \\ere greatly struck at the appearance and wonderful coolness of


THE BUFF !\LO BILL STORIES 9 the remarka bk man who had, sing!e-handed. c.mn pelled them to submit to his will, Malcolm and were none the less so, and. as they rndc across the prairie they felt a certain awe in his presence tlnt.1t \Vas impossible to shake off. Both the officer and maiden had heard of Buffalo Rill, the captain agai' n and again, as a man who lived upon the prairies, an

10 THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. their long chase after Prairie Bird, and were rapidly being overhauled by the Indian horses, which seemed comparatively fresh. "The hacienda is yet three miles distant, and these horses cannot hold out at this pace, so I must check those redskins," coolly said Buffalo Bill. "And how, can I ask?" said Malcolm. "I will sliow you; they are now half a mile only from us, and in fifteen minutes will greatly lessen that distance. "As we ride now, from them, they cannot tell whether we are two or three in number, and hence I will dash on ahead, drop down with my horse in the g1:ass, and you and the senorita continue right on past me, and make for the hacienda with all the speed you can get out of those nags. / "In case some of the party should push on after you, try the strength of your lungs as soon as you come in hailing distance, so as to warn the inmates of the hacienda to be prepared for the attack." "And what will you do, scout?" asked Malcolm Moore. "I will lie low in the grass until those fellows get in close rifle range, and then surprise them with a shot or two." "And you expect me to desert you and leave you, who can easily escape, to stay behind and fight our battles?" indignantly said Captain Moore. "Captain Moore, keep cool; if you were well armed and we were alone, we would fight it out; but, as it is, you have only a small fowling piece hanging to your saddle, and besides your duty is to bear, the senorita on out of danger. "As for myself, my rifle and revolvers will make those redskins think there's a dozen of me, and my good horse, Red Ranger here, can distance any hoof on these plains and not half try. "You will please do I say, and if the hacienda is attacked, you will find me somewhere in the neigh borhood." Malcolm Moore saw the truth of the advice of the scout, and at once acquiesced, and with a word to Red Ranger Buffalo Bill drew rapidly ahead, keeping the officer and maiden between him and the Indians, who were coming swiftly on, hardly a quarter of a mile away. Suddenly Rena uttered a cry, half of terror, half of surprise, as she beheld the Red Ranger and his rider go down in the grass, but as they passed by the next moment, she dis coyered the noble stt!e d lying at full length on the prairie, and crouching behind him. hi:; rifle ready for action, was the majes tic form of the Bordet King. "Push on with all haste, for I may not check all those fellows cried the scout, and with a friendl y wave of his hand to the daring man, Malcolm and Rena pressed on, urging their horses to thei r greatest speed. Interested in the strategy of Buffalo Bill, both the of-ficer and maiden kept their eyes turned behind them, and with dread Malcolm saw that the red skins were press{ng dangerously near upon the am bushed scout, and feared that some accident to him self or steed might preYent his escaping after he had delivered his deadly fire. And silent as death lay the scout and his hors e, the daring man' s rifle leveled across the back of the well-trained animal, while the Indians came on with a rush that seemed irresistible. "In a minute more the trouble will begin," grimly said Buffalo Bili. But suddenly, when the officer and maiden felt that the Border King would be ridden down, there burst forth from low on the prairie flash after fl.ash of fire, and rapidly the rattling cracks of his repeating rifle rang forth its deadly music, to which the startled yells, and dying warcries of the Co manches played an accompaniment. Instantly the band of Indians was thrown into the utmost disorder, for several of their number lay dead on the prairie, and then far and wide pierced the fear ful warcry of Buffalo Bill, and the braves checker! their rapid flight and quickly wheeled to the rightabout. Then from the grass arose the daring rider and his steed and springing into his saddle, a in each hand, he gaye chase, and crack after crack was heard, fl.ash after flash was seen, as he rushed like a great giant of battle after the flying and frightened Indians, who seemed to fear they had en countered some demon of the prairie. Finding that their pursuers had suddenly become the pursued, Malcolm and Rena slightly checked the speed of their horses, but still continued on a rapid gallop, until, as the hacienda walls loomed up before them, they heard a quick hoof-stroke behind them, and up dashed the borderman, his face cold and stern in the moonlight, and a bunch of gory


THE BUFF A LO BILL STORIES. 11 scalps held out at arm's length, the trophies of his single-handed combat with a score of the red war riors of the plains. .:HAPTER LXV. 'fHB WARNINO. A short ride further, and Buffalo Bill and his companions dashed up to the hacienda gate, just as Don Alvez appeared in dire alarm, for he had heard the firing upon the prairie, and the contjnued absence of Rena filled his heart with dread for her safety. vVith a cry of delight, he welcomed Rena home, and vvhen, in a few words, she quickly told him of her remarkable adventures, the perfidy of his guest, El Ramon, and the services rendered her by Malcolm and Buffalo Bill, the Mexican seemed overwhelmed with astonishment. As first he appeared hardly to know what to say or do, but at last said in earnest tones: "Rena, you say that El Ramon rode across the prairie, accompanied by his t\vo men?" "Yes, father; but what matters in which way that vile man vvent, when here stand my brave preservers awaiting your reception?" and Rena spoke in a voice "hich quickly recalled her father to his duty of gratitude and hospitality, and in warm terms he turned and greeted the scout and the young officer, at the same time gazing upon the renowned Indian hunter with a look which it was hard to fathom. "Senor, you are welcome to my hacienda, and I assure you my words cannot express my thanks for the service done me m the return of my daughter, and--" "Hark!" It was the deep voice of the scout that had broken in upon the thanks of the don, and all listened in silence, and distinctly the rapid fall of hoofs reached their ears. "Some herdsman returning," said Don Alvez, with evident uneasiness, and he urged his guests to enter the hacienda. "No; that is no herdsman's horse; his footfall is too light," replied the scout, and he rode to the I gateway and eagerly scanned the prairie until his gaze fell upon the form of horse and rider rapidly approaching. A sho1:t while more and there clashed up a small, wiry iron-gray, and upon his b ack was an Indian maiden, as the bright moonlight plainly revealed. "Ha! it is the Song Bird of the Comanches," said Buffalo Bill, gazing intently upon her, as reining up her steed, and raising her hand in warning, she cried out in good English: "Let the palefaces of the border be ready, for, lil{e the l eaves of the forest, the Comanche and Apache warriors are on the warpath to-day to lay in ruin their fair homes. "The Song Bird has spo ken let the palefaces heed her warning." \iVheeling her horse, the Indian maiden was about to dash away, when the deep voice of Buffalo Bill restrained her, as he said in her own language: "vVhy does the Song Bird fly from her home and her people to warn the palefaces of danger?" The iron-gray steed was reined back suddenly upon his haunches, and horse and rider were a study for an artist, the Indian girl scarcely more than six teen, with an abundance of dark, hair, and face and form of wondrous beauty, the hue of the skin being less brown than was the nature of her race, while her features were most un-Indian like. Dressed in a suit of richly-worked buckskin, short skirt, leggins and moccasins, she upon her head a coronet of gayly -dyed plume .s, and her wrists and arms above the elbows were enclasped with heavy gold bands, while from her shoulders hung ::t beautiful Mexican serape of many colors. The bridle and trappings of her horse were also of buckskin, handsomely embroidered with beads and quills, and altogether she was a splendid specimen of the wild maiden of the prairies, one who feared nothing in the world, was a true friend and deadly foe. The voice of Buffalo Bill, addres-sing the maiden in her own tongue, appeared tq momentarily startle her, and it was then that she reined back her horse and bent her gaze full upon him with a look of ad miration and awe. "It is the great enemy of the Comanches that speaks to the Song Bird, and he should know that her heart is not evil, that she loves the palefaces, and the great spirit of her race has told her to warn them of danger." "Th e Song Bird sings sweetly, for her heart is pure. vVhither would she turn her horse now?" "She would fly down the great river to tell the palefaces of danger," promptly replied the young girl.


!2 THE BU ff ALO BILL "The Song Bird is a braYe maid en, and her worcl3 are music to the paleface ears, but the \Yarriors who guard the wigwams of t!1e palefaces never sleep, and already are they preparing for the warpath. "See, the Comanches have this night met the pale faces," 'and the scout held up his string of fresh scalps. Song Bird, as her people called her, half shuddered at the sight, bowed her head as though in honor to the border chief, and said softly: "The gr:at chief of the Comrnches will tremble when he meets the brave paleface. The Song Bird will fly back to her people." \Vith a wave of the hand and a word to her horse, she was away like a shooting star, the iron-gray carrying her across the moonlit prairie at a speed rivaling the arrow's flight. 'Yonder maiden is a mystery too deep for me to solve, for she i1olds a wonderful power over her tribe, and time and again has prevented them from cruelties. .. Now that they are leagued with the Apaches in a grand raid, it is be)i oncl her power to check them, and secr:etly she has flown hither to vvarn the settlethough well she knows her life will be the, forfeit if she is discovered," and Buffalo Bill still in the direction in which the Song Bird had disappeared. .. May Heaven protect her from harm," devoutly ejaculated Rena, and then she turned to the scout and Malcolm Moore, urging them t0 enter the hacienda and rest. Gladly wodcl the young officer have done so, for he longed1 to still linger in the presence of the lo v ely Rena, but the scout said firmly: ''No, senorita, we must on to Tacos, and gather brave defenders to guard those silken locks from the reel grasp of the Comanche. Thanks, senorita, but we must a\Yay. '"Bumos nocl1es," and, raising his plumed sombrero to Rena and the don, who appeared in a most preoccupied mood, he was riding away followed by Captain Moore, who had warmly clasped the maiden's hand, when the fair girl called out: "Hold! Senor Americana. you must accept a fre h horse, for the one you ride is useless-quick, Pedro, away and bring the best steed in my father's stables." The don clicl not second the order, still standing in moody silei;ce, and Malcolm \Yonlcl ha,e declined the kin d offer, but Buffalo Bill said firmly: "The senorita is right; the hor e you bestride i.> us e d up. The next moment Pedro returned with a gaunt, well-iimbed sorrel that showed both speed and bottom in his build, and the saddle and bridle quickly transferred to hi s back. Then, with another warm pressure of the hand, Captain Moore mounted and followed the scout from the plaza of the hacienda, ?-nd at a rapid pace the two started for Tacos, the young officer more and more impressed with hi s companion, who rode by his side, seldom volunteering a remar k, and yet not disagreeably taciturn in his manner. CHAPTER LXVI. Upon the morning following the incidents related i n t h e foregoing chapter. a wagon train was slowly winding over the grass-grown prairies. at a distance of some forty miles from the hamlet of Tacos on the Rio Grande The train consisted of som.e twenty wagons, and one ambulance, the latter drawn by fonr large army mules, while there were some dozen or more horsemen riding in advance, a gay and hardy,set' of men, the Santa Fe Traders, or ''Prairiemen," as they preferred to be called, rather than the name of trader, which to them smacked too much of dollars and cents. And a wild, jovial set they were; men who had, many of them, belonged to the best families in the land, and whom love of adventure had brought to the froutier. ,, here their days and nights were passed in the clangers that beset their life of prairie traffic, far from the marts of civilization, through an almost unbroken and savage land. to the far depot or Santa Fe. in New Mexico, they were forced to carry their goods, and constantly gu3rcJ them against the red men of the plains and the outlawed paleface who lived by the plunder of his fellow men. And brave, daring fellows \\ ere these prairiemen, ever ready to grant a favor or resent an injury, to join an Indian battle, and aid the helpless. The leader of this gay set wa s a man of perhaps thirty, a handsome, daring, free-anrl-easy fellow who had cast behind him years before the advantages of


THE BUFF ALO BJLL 5 TORIES.. 13 a education, and, after an affair of honor with one who had beeE his best friend, until a pair of hlnc eyes made them rivals, he had fled the coun try, leaving behind him a headstone in the village church-yard to mark w\Je1e. lay the remains of that once loved friend, and the pair of blue eyes to grow dim with weeping. and waiting for one whpm she had loved, and yet had cast aside in a fickle humor .of coquetry. Hailing to the name of Dare Dudley, he was better known on the border as \.Vile! Dare, for many were the gay revels in which he had been the wildest of the wild, and it is only natural on the prairie to bestow a nick-name upon a man, especially one at all prominent, and it was well known that no fandango, prairie hunt, daring attack, or deadly fray was complete without Dare Dudley, "the captain," as his men called him, at its head. Another prominent prairieman in the little party was a young man of twenty-eight, possessing a splendid physique, and what would liave been a handsome face had it not been marred by a look of cruelty and dissipation. Like his comrades, he was dressed in a handsome snit of buckskin, wore a soft slouch hat, rode a fine horse, and was armed vvith a knife, rifle and a pair of revolvers. Of this man, Hugh Haywood he called himse lf little else was known than that he had joined the prairiemen at New Orleans, \Yas lavish with his money, had two vvagons filled with goods, and was noted a square fellow by all, excepting \.Vilcl Dare, who never had fancied him. In the train was another person who is to figure prominently in this story as a heroine, for it is not a prairieman, but a woman. Yes, a violet-eyed, velvet-cheeked maiden of nineteen, with a beautifully rounded form, and a face of rare lovelines, shaded as it was by masses of goldenbro\vn curls. Her form was attired in a dose-fitting suit of dark gray, that answered the purpose of both traveling dress and riding habit, for a led horse behind the ambulance proved she was also a horsewoman. Upon her head was a soft felt hat, pinned up on one side with a pair of miniature gold cavalry sabers. Reclining indolently in the ambulance, which har l been fitted up for her especial use and comfort, the maiden was listening to the conversation of \!Vilcl Dare, who rode by the side of the vehicle. as w:is often hi s wont to do, devoting his leisure time to his fair charge, fo r under his care had the young gi rl and her maid, a Peon woman of. forty, in whose face yet remained traces of former beauty, been placed bf Judge Van Loo, the brother of the colonel, then on the Rio Grande. with her gallant old father' Lola's will was law, and when, after her school days in New Orleans, she desired to visit the border, and cheer the hours of her parent in camp, he could but consent, and at once dispatched his own ambulance to the city to meet her. and as her uncle. the judge, well knew the upright character of Dare Dudley, he had placed hi s niece under his charge, confident that she would be protected from every danger during her perilous and arduous journey, ancl Lola greatly preferred the cort}panionship of the clashing prairiemen to that of the emigrants, who were to soon follow the Star of Empire westward, and with which train i t had been her original intention to start, according to her father's \\ ishes. At first charmed with the beauty and refinement o f hi s fair charge, Wild Dare soon learned to lov e her with all the devotion of his ardent nature. but yet he was never obtrusive. and refrained from forcing his attentions .upon her, while with Hugh Hay wood i t was different, as he appeared to fall in love with Lola at first sig-ht, and from that moment sought her society upon every pretext, greatly to the annoyance of Captain Dudley, who saw in him a dangerous rival for the stranger prairieman was :i. brilliant fellow. and had evidently mingled much in the society of lovel y and accomplished women. Whether Lola reall y cared for him, or for Hugh Haywood, vVild Dare was unable to tell, but he closely watched every movement of his rival to see if any extra exultation on his part would show that the maiden had given him any hope. Thus matters stood on that morning when the train of the prairiemen was winding over the plains, not very many miles from the destination of fair Lola, and a sad look hovered upon \!Vild Dare's face, as he felt that in another day he must part, perhaps forever from his fair charge. Suddenly the train halted, and over a roll in the prairie appeared a single horseman boldly relieved against the clear sky, and the noble appearance of


14 THE BUFF ALO BILL both horse and rider attracted the admiring glance of all. "Who can he be?" "What does he want?" "V\That a splendid-looking fell ow!" Such were the expressions that went from lip to lip, as, not three hundred yards distant, the horseman still remained, quietly gazing upon the advan cing train. ''Who is he, Lone Dick?" suddenly called out Wild Dare of his guide, a young plainsman who had long dwelt upon the plains, and who had remarked when he caught sight of the horseman: "I guess as what I knows him, or I'm a redskin." "Who is he, Lone Dick?" again said Wild Dare. "Wall, I tell you, captain, if my eyesight don't deceive me, and I guesses I ain't blind, if I has lived nigh on to thirty year, that fellow yonder is one who is just the boss of the border, and he's a terror to boot, you bet." "But who is he, Dick?" "Have you ever hearn tell on Buffalo Bill, the Border King, captain?" "Indeed, I have, many a time." "Wall, yonder fellow is the man." CHAPTER LXVII. '.AN INSULT AND ITS PUNISHME:N'l'. The words of Lone Dick created the greatest citement among the members of the train, for all had heard of the renowned scout, and yet the guide seemed the only one that had before met him, for Wild Dare in his former trips took the trail to Santa Fe farther to the westward and not through the El Paso country. But Buffalo Bill gave the prairiemen little time for comment, as, having satisfied himself as to the character of the train, he came toward them in a long, sweeping gallop that soon brought him into their midst. Reining his horse back suddenly, and at sight of Lola Van Loo raising his sombrero with a respect fttl bow, he said in his deep, quiet tones: "I would see the captain of this train." "I hail to that appellation, sir; my name is Dare Dudley, and I am glad to welcome the famous scout, Buffalo Bill, into my train," and Wild Dare stepped forward and warmly grasped the hand of the scout, who replied: "I have often heard of you Captain Dudley, and I have now come to warn you of danger ahead." "Indeed! in what shape comes this dangert' "In the first place, sir, the Comanches and Apaches are leagued together and are raiding upoil! the haciendas and settlements around Tacos, while El Ramon and his bandits are taking advantage 0 this move to lie in wait for your train, which is re ported a rich one." "The report is correct; it is an rich train, and El Ramon and his cutthroats will find -i rich time taking it; but what is the force of this League of the Rio Grande?" "TI1ey number sixty men, and are well mounted and armed." "That is bad, for we hardly have half that numbeti of fighting men. "You are sure, scout, that El Rarnon is waiting for us, and not like the Indians raiding on the settle ments?" "I was in his camp just before daylight, Captain Dudley, and learned his plans; he is now am bu she in the timber lands through which the trail leads ten miles from here." "Scout Cody, your kindness I can never forget, and--" "Pardon me, captain, I have but done my duty, but can I ask if you have seen an emigrant and army supply train coming west? You travel more rapidly and may have passed them." "If you refer to the quartermaster's train for Tacos, it was detained in starting, and is now fully ten days behind me." "I am glad to hear it, for Colonel Van Loo--" "Tell me, sir, have you seen my father?" earne stly cried Lola, when hearing her parent's name spoken. Buffalo Biil turned quickly his whole face changed its expression, as bowing low he in strangely soft tones for his stern voice: "If I address Miss Van Loo, I parted with her father after midnight the past night." "And he was weil; tell me about him?" "He was well, lady; and fearing that the train by which you were expected might be nearer than he anticipated, he begged me to meet it, and turn it off the present trail into the one to the south." "Indeed, I thank you, sir; but I taxed the kind ness of Captain Ducliey, and came on with him," and Lola Van Loo gazed, with an admiration she could


l'HE BUFF J\LO BILL STORIES. 15 not conceal into the strangely handsome, fascinating face of the s cout, who flushed slightly under her earnest glance. "Then you would advise that we take the southerly trail scout, and not risk the chance of an engagement with thi s El Ramon?" said Captain Dudley, with some anxiety in hi s tones. "It is not a sir, but a certainty; if you fail lo take the trail to the south you will be assuredly attacked hy the League of the Rio Grande." "Lone Dick, are you acquainted to the south of this?" and Wild Dare turned to hi s guide \Vell I ain t, kase y.ou see, captain, I don't go thar ofting. j I wilt guide y ou, sir, as the other train I was to warn is too far b ack to be in danger. "And I accept your offer sir quickly said Wild Dare. "Hold! Captain Dudley, do you belie v e the report of this impostor?" All present started as Hugh Haywood stepped forward with his bold assertion against Buffalo Bill and, though surpris ed Wild Dare said: "He is certainly known a s an honorable man and a ssuredly I be l ie v e him." "You do so then at your peril for he would lead you into a.n ambush, I am a s sured, and Hugh Haywood spoke with one hand upon his revolver and an evil light in his eye. Quickly the scout dismounted, his manner cool, but decided and suddenly stood before his accuser. "Do you address your charge against me, sir?" Hugh Haywood was a ready hand with his weap ohs, and he attempted to draw a revolvet ere he replied; but the movement, quick as it was, was frustrated by the rapidity of action of Buffalo Bill, who dashed his arm forward with a muscular force that w as irresistible striking the prairieman upon the n e ck, tight on the jugular vein. Back into the air and down upon the prairie went Hugh Hay-wood, stunned and senseless from the earful shock. A t the bold act of the borderman, half-a-dozen drew their revol vers and quickly stepped forwanl when facing them with determined mann er, t h e scout s aid, in hi s stern, menacing tones: Ba.ck, men, and don' t crowd rne for I will neither be i suited nor bullied." Scout Cody i s right; he came to warn us of danger, and Hugh Haywood insulted him; back, boys, and put up your weapons," and Wild Dare spoke sternly, and as his comrades willingly obeyed, he added: .. -"By Heaven! I believe you have killed him." "Ah, no; he is worth a dozen dead men yet; a lit tle water in his face and a drink of brandy will fetch him all right," and Buffalo Bill coolly walked aside with Wild Dare, while the negro who drove Lola's ambulance said with a chuckle: "Fore Heaven, missy, dat white man 'tink a mule kick him, I guesses, when he git up agin. Golly, but

16 THE BUFFALO BiLL STORIES. No, his manner was subdued, and he seemed to bide his time for a meeting with the scout, for that he would drop the affair as it was none believed. vVhen the order came to move upon the other trail, Hugh Haywood advanced toward the captain and said: "Wild Dare, you may continue on, if you so de sire, by the advice of yoi1cler scout; but I am free to do as I please, and shall at once withdraw my wagons and drivers from the taiu and keep our former trail." "Hold on, Haywood, and do not do anything so ras h, for I am convinced that Scout Cody speaks the truth. "YOU are angry now, so do not let it lead you into ruin." Wild Dare spoke kindly, and the remainder of the prairiemen begged Haywood to change his resolu 'tion, but he was determined, and in a short time mounted his horse, and, followed by his two wagons and the drivers, he departed on his way, and was soon lost to sight over a roll in the prairie. "Captain Dudley, I dislike to think ill of any man; but I feel assured that yonder deserter from your ranks knows more about the League of the Rio Grande than any of us." "Ha! say you so, scout?" "Yes; if he feared El Ramon he would not venture on alone as he does." "If I thought so, I would soon overhaul him and--" "You could gain no information by so doing; now let us proceed, for we have no time to lose," and, mounting his faithful bay, the scout placed himself at the head of the train, which at once moved on more rapidly than it had before done on the march. At length the sun cast long fantastic shadows across the prairie, and the tired animals needed rest, so that a halt was called, and upon the banks of a small stream, thickly grown with bushes, the train went into camp, the scout advising a test of several hours, and then. a continuance of the journey by night. CHAPTER LXVIII. THE ATTACK. Midnight came, and again the train was ready for the move, when suddenly Buffalo Bill dashed up,,_ foi: he had gone forth upon the prairie an hour before, and cried out in ringing tones: "Form a corral, men, with your wagons; lively, lively, for the League is upon us. The stern order sent every man to his post, and, cool and determinec;l. a crescent was formed of the wagons, each end resting upoi1 the stream banks, and rapidly shovels were in u s e throwing up earthworks against the wcigon wheels, while the mules and horses were brought into the half-circle and every preparation for defen se made, for the prairie men were no new hands at such work. ,.Finding a small ravine in the banks of the stream, the scout quickly made it a comfortable and safe retreat for Lola and her maid, and with the courtly grace of a man of the world, escorted her there -quietly "Here you will be in no danger from their firin g, Miss Van Loo." "True; but while I am hidden from danger, you brave men must face all," earnestly responded Lola. "It is man's part in life, Miss Van Loo, to risk all for those who are dear to him; I hope you will be safe, and that we can soon bring you a good report; farewell." Raising his sombrero, he turned away, and a few moments after Toby, the driver, arrived with news. "Dat scout man am g-ot on de top of his hoss and gone. out agin to find what elem willins is about, missy." "Did he go alone, Toby?" "Yes, missy, alone by hisself, after tellin' Captain Dudley he would give a whoop when de devils was comin'." "Well, Toby, you go out and see if Captain Dud. ley cannot give you a place to defend, or be to bring Marrita and myself the rifles and pistol s t o load as fast as they are discharged." "I think I better stay here, missy, to take care o' you, for yer fader tole me not to leab you u n er no carcumstance, and I likes to 'bey his orders Lola smiled, and was about to make some r emark not very flattering to Tob'y's courage, when the e came a wild and prolonged war cry, some few hu dred yards away, followed by a volley of rifle shots a nd then by the steady and rapid crack of a repeatin., rifle.


THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. 1 7 "God in h ea ven prote ct him; he is attacked-perhaps killed ," s he cried fer v entl y "Not a s l ong a s his rifle speaks out as it does, Mi ss L ola; hark! how hi s revolvers ring out their music. "Truly, that man i s t he King of Bordermen, and W ild D are hes i tated a moment b y Lola's side for he had c o me t o t ell h e r to have no fear. E r e s h e c o uld repl y there came another volley of r ifle s h o t s nearer a nd l o u der than before and aga in t h e wild w a r cry o f the daring scout. In haste \ N i k i D are sprang t o hi s p ost, and his brav e voic e wa s heard: "Steady, m en t ake example after yonder bold fel low; ha! h ere he c omes-three cheers, bo ys, for Buf falo Bill "Hip, hip hurra h! rang forth the ch e er, and just then th e sc out dashed up, and entered the barrica de, say ing qu i e tl y : yonde r c ome your foes comrades; throw no shot away As the plain sman spoke there was visible in th-?. moonli ght a compresse d mass of horsemen rushing pell m e ll upo n the tra in shouting, yelli"ng and firing their rifles and r evo l vers in rapid succession. But the prairi emen met them coolly and calmly, a n d with de ad l y a im returned the fir e emptying sa d d l es a n d brin ging do w n many a gallant steed. U p r i ght an

18 'THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. "I'm dinged goned, mister, if l'se the man to git andleave you in a muss." B.ut .the scout waited for no reply; a word to his hoi:-se, a series of wild yells a rattling of his revolvers and he had spurred right into the midst of the bandits, who fell back in terror from his path, and the iron hoofs of the angry bay, who seemed to under stand just what was wanted of him. "Whoo' p l come fellers, yonder crowds the devils in and all around us, and we must git; see yonder! Holy tom cats, but that feller is a "hole team and a horse to let." As Lone Dick spoke he rapidly fell back towad the 01f the where. Toby met him with his horse, and as the scout clashed up, he found the guide, the. negro; and half-a-dozen prairiemen mom:ited and ready. for flight. "It is hard. to give up, boys, but !if e is sweet and it is our only chance. "See, yo11der comethe devils upon us; one volley to check them, and away." As Buffal9 :Bill spoke, the bandits, headed by El Ramo11, rushed upon them, having overcome every o bstacle to st1d

THE BUFF /\LO BILL STORIES. 1 9 Then away, with renewed hope, dashed the small cavalcade, following the lead of the scout, until, after crossing a narrow stream, they halted in a small matte for the rest all so sadly needed, especially the scout, for he had not come unscathed from his desperate conflict with the prairie bandits. CHAPTER LXIX. A RACE AGAINST DEATH. When the small party halted in the timber, Buffalo Bill sought a cool spring and began to bathe his wounds, w hich, though slight, were numerous, for he had received a cut in one leg from a knife, and three or four bullet shots in the arms and head; but none of them did the scout seem to consider of any consequence. As he knelt beside the spring, Lola Van Loo approached him and said in her soft tones: ''You will let me dress your wounds, will you not?" The scout's face \1..!shed a smile hovered around his mouth, and bow he yielded, seating him self upon a mossy bank. while the maiden with delicate touch and s killful hand, bound up and dressed the wounds, using her own handkerchieCfor the purpose. 'Now, tell us, scout, how it was that you escaped from that gang of bandits, after Lone Dick and my friends belieYed you dead?" asked \i\!ild Dare, with interest. "First let me see to my horse, captain--" Massa Lone Dick and me done 'tend to him sah, and we wash him off where he was scratched, and rub him down, so dat he as gay as a kitten now, and eatin' grass same as nuffin was de matter," and all laughed at Toby's long-winded remark, while the scout said: "You were very kind, Toby Now, captain, when we poured our last volley upm'l the bandits, it con fused them so that I believed a bold dash might regain the fight; so I charged into the midst of the fel lows and am glad I was not followed, as I had hoped to be, for a reinforcement arrived, and I made an important discovery, which I will not now make known. "Finding I was hemmed in, I rode in between two of the wag-ons, and with surprise discovered that the bandits await the attack, I charged suddenly out from my position, firing as I went. "Surprised by my sudden move, for they evidently believed me at their mercy, the bandits fired at random, fell rapidly aside, and I passed on, to be fol lowed by a few scattering shots, which, as you see, did me no particular harm," and the scout laughed lightly, and thanking Lola again for her kindness to him, he threw himself down upon his serape, just as the eastern skies began to grow gray before the approach of day, and the silvery light of the moon faded away. Following the' example of the plainstnan, Lola and her maid also lay down to rest, and, soon, excepting the t guan.is wild Dare had set to watch, the whole party were lost in deep slumber. After a few hours' rest the scout arose, greatly refreshed and from his accompanying store of provisions soon had a breakfast for all, consisting of jerked buffalo meat broiled on the coals, crackers toasted and a pot of hot coffee. \Vhen all was in readiness Toby awakened bis young mistress, who, greatly refreshed by her sleep, relished her breakfast, and was soon ready for the journey ahead of her, By noon the cavalcade of fifteen persons filed out of the matte, and with Buffalo Bill at their head, struck off across the seemingly boundless prairie, the scout hoping to reach the hacienda of Don Alvez by nightfall. Nor was he disappointed, for ere the sun reached the horizon the hacienda was in full view. And yet another danger threatened them, for out upon the prairie, also destined for the hacienda, was visible a large band of horsemen, whom, after a close scrutiny through his glass, the scout pronounced Comanches, "And now we must ride for it, as they are between us and Tacos, and behind us is El Ramon. Come, spare not your horses!"


20 THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. Swiftly over the prame clashed the party, urging on their horses to their utmost speed, with \Viki Dare riding by the side of Lola, who was cool and cheerful, and Toby beside Marrita, the Peon, for, as he expressed it to Lone Dick: "I racier likes f the scout, and without checking his speed his rifle went to his shoulder and rapidly the reports echoed far and wide, and Indian after Indian fell from his hors e. Dashing close up to the head of the column the scout emptied his revolvers into the crowded ranks, momentarily checking their advance. Dut their prey was before them, and the Co m a nche Indians are bold horsemen and brave war riors. and on they rushed once more, forcing the scout to fly before them. But suddenly another enemy appeared in Lone Dick, who quickly emptied his new repeating rifle, and, discovering that \\"ild Dare and his party had entered the 11wtte that sheltered the hacienda, the plainsman and the guide spurred rapidly forward. But a few bounds only l1ad their horses take1., when an arrow from a Comanche brave pierced the steed ridden by Lone Dick, and with a snort he fell heavily to the ground, hutling his rider to the prairie with such force as to stun him. A cry of horror weIJt up from Wild Dare and Lola, who had witnessed the accident, for they had reached the hacienda and received a warm welcome from .Don Alvez and Rena. On rushed the Comanche braves, only a short distance behind, and a \vilcl and terrible yell broke from them as Lone Dick fell, for they felt certain of one scalp. But no, Buffalo Bill answered their yell with his defiant cry, and, like the \\ ind, the gallant bay cir cled round, and lessening his speed as he came to where Lone Dick lay, his rider was seen to bend far over, seize in his powerful arms the unconscious guide, and with an exertion of his marvelous str ngth raise the limp form before him up on the saddle, while from his stern lips broke another cry, a shout of triumph that was answered by all at the hacienda. Then on bounded the noble bay, amid a shower of arrows, and in spite of his double load and long ru:1, he rapidly distanced the mustangs of the Indians and dashed into the court of the hacienda with half-a dozen arrows sticking in his flanks and hanging from his master's buckskin hunting shirt. "Oh! you are now certainly hurt," cried Lola, bending from the low roof and gazing earnestly down upon the scout. "Not in the least, lady; the arrows did not penetrate-ah, Lone Dick, old fellow, you are all right,


THE BUFFALO BILL 21 ts I believed," and the scout glanced toward the uide. who had suddenly recoYered consciousness o, with surprise, find himself in the arms of the' cout. ''\:Vall, I guesses I is, and it seems you is the rea why I isn't sculped, comrade. "I guesses as if this here baby better git on its eet now, kase it ain't got no use for a mammy, and in't milk hungry," and with a grin the guide slid down from the arms of the plainsman, who at once dismounted, and devoted himself to his horse, ten-erly caring for his wounds, which were not serious, while wild Dare joined Captain Moore's force to give the Indians battle, for, after the escape of the scout and guide they had halted. on the prairie to l ook after their dead and wounded, and plan an at-tack upon the hacienda. ... .. Bravo, Buffalo Bill, and God bless you," had been Captain Moore's salutation to the scout, but he added in a whisper: "No sign of the colonel yet." "I will at once go and find hin1, sir, for this will be the point of attack, as I thought," and the next moment, Buffalo Bill dashed away, followed by a rousing cheer. CHAPTER LXX. A'f THE H.ACIENDA. I will now return to the time when Buffalo Bil.I and ::\falcolm Moore rode together from the hacienda of Don Alvez Tacos. After journeying on fo1 a few miles, the scout discovered a line of horsemen, whom he soon descried were troopers, as the jingle of their sabers was distinctly heard, and the moonlight reflected again;;t their arms. A hail from Malcolm Moore and the voice of Colonel Van Loo answered, while the troopers came quickly forward, the old officer saying: "Malcolm, my boy, I have been on the search for you, for rumors came in that some of El Ramon's band were about; where have you been roaming, and--" "I will tell you, colonel; but first let me present my new friend, Buffalo Bi)l, the Border King." '"Why, no! what, do I at last have the pleasure and honor of grasping the hand of Buffa.lo Bill, the King of Bordermen ?" "So I am called, Colonel Van Loo; but the pleasure of meeting is mutual, for I was seeking you, i11 company with Captain Moore, to make known ce;tain news 1 had discovered regarding the haunts of the League of the Rio Grande." "It is of this very band I would know, sir; but tell me how it is I find you two together." In a few \vords Captain Moore then made known his achentures of the afternoon, the great services the scout had rendered the Senorita Rena and himself, to all of which the colonel listened with t .he utmost attention, and then said: "You say that you believe the Comanche band you met was a forerunner of a large force?" "I am confident of it, sir, and the warning given by the Song Bird of the Comanches proves I am right in my supposition," quietly responded the scout. "How many warriors can the Comanches and Apaches put on the warpath, think you?" "Fully half a thousand if they will it; but they hardly send their whole force here, but divide them up in raiding parties to different points of the bor-der." "You are right; well, I feel that my first duty is to prepare to meet and punish the. e red devils, and by my whole force shall be under arms; but, scout, there is one matter that troubles me exceed ingly, and that is the coming of my only child, my daughter Lola. "She was to leave some time since, and if the s upply and emigrant train, with which she is coming, has pressed on rapidly, she's due now; if they have not, she may not arrive a week. "Yet, scout, I am greatly troubled about her:" "Can I do aught to you in the matter, colonel? If so, command me." "From my heart, I thank you; yes, you are the very man, and I would have you seek the train an

"".-22 THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. "I reported weeks ago that the Commanches an "The Indians in large force around the cienda, and others assembling there, sir, but Cap Moore can fight them off until you get there, an will show you the way." Buffalo Bill had spoken coolly, yet rapidly, giv i the colonel no chance to utter a word until he ished, when the gallant old officer said: "I feel that I owe my daughter's safety to ye Scout Cody, and you, knowing the danger at the cienda, bravely risked life to come and urge me

THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. 23 'They greatly outnumber us. si r ; but we be:it them k, and they are out on the prairie, ha\ing recei ve d nforcements. My wound is a slight cut in the d. o .i1ly; but your daughter is here, sir.'" "So Buffalo Bill informed me; come, go with me meet her.'' and follO\\ing the scout the two of.ers entered the ho1.1se. and the next moment Colo.I Van Loo found the arms of Lola clinging to neck. "Thank Heaven! you are safe, child," cried the old !

24 THE SU ff ALO BILL STORIES. proved that they felt confident of v ictory, and were anxious t o have the whites attack them. Presently up dashed Buffalo Biit ; and a shout of wekori1e along the line greeted his arrival, while Colonel V an Loo, after learning of the safety of his daug-hter and her party, hastened to consult with him regarding his arrangements. "It is splendidly arranged, colonel, and I would advise an instant attack." "And i.1ot wait until daylight?" "No, sir ; the moon renders the pra1r1e exceed ingly light and day will break within the hour." "Very weli ; shall I open with my howitzers for the Indians do not know I have them?'" "No, colonel let me ride out with a few followers and taunt them to chase us and when their columm move up, advance with your line keeping the artil lery hidden and then they will charge, and it will be your time to let tlie hovvitzers speak, after which Jet the troopers charge them in squadrons, circling through their ranks, and centering at this point." "Why, Scout Cody, you are a military genius; now all is ready, and my scouts will accompany you," said the old colonel. Moti9ning to his squad to follow him, Buffalo Bill rode slowly out upon the prairie, while Malcolm Moore and Rupert Dancy returned to their pos ts at the head of their troopers. Noticing the approach of the small party, the In (iians fell back slowly to draw them a s far as possible from the timber, and then Buffalo Bill gave the word, and their horses were urged into a gallop. "Now, boys spread out in a line of a h u n, sabering right and left, and with fearful effect whil e conspicuous above all others rode Buffalo Bill his revolvers flashing constantly and making a circle of fire around him until, having emptied his we apons, he drew a long saber which Captain Moore had gi ven him, and with terrible force his arm swung the fatal blade while ever and anon his wild cry was heard above the sound of battle. The Indian army of combined Commanches and Apaches were overwhelmed by the fire of the g uns the rus hes of the troopers, and were completely de moralized, now breaking in mad panic and flying for their lives, until it became a manhunt. They were glad to escape terrori'zed by their fea r ful defeat and in a night their plans of months undone, their hopes blasted. The sun was well up when Buffalo Bill returned from the chase with captain Moore and Wild Dare. "Colenel Van Lo0, the King of Prairiemen here has a favor to ask, sir."


THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES 25 "\Veil, :Moore, it is granted." ''He wishes to mount men on fresh horses, two l troops sir, under my command and with Dan idly and his prairiemen also, in an irresistable ce, and go on the hunt for El Ramon and his nd. "He can d o so and I hope it will be as thorough a feat as tha t he enabled us to giYe the Indians," "cl the colonel. "\Ve hope to make it a wipeout, sir," quietly said uffalo Bill. In ius t one hom' the start was made. and Buffalo T "JI felt sure he knew just where to strike El Ramon d his command of outlaws. Later, their camp wa s found ju s t before dawn, the !ltlaw chief having heard the firing of the heavy ms, and sure that a large force of soldiers had ared, he had hastily started upon a retreat to the er. He had met the deserter from the wagon train, f ugh Hay\'. :ard. and the greeting of the two was ch that proved them friends. In fact, Hugh Hayward was secretly an ally of the exican bandit leader, a decoy to lead trains into power .. When Buffalo Bill discorered the camp of the out s it was quietly surrounded, then the attack made t at dawn. The first man to fall was Hugh Hayward, who t Dan Dudly face to face There was a quick exchange of shots. Dan Dudly s wounded, but Hugh Hayward fell dead. And in the same way did Buffalo Bill rush upon Ramon, the chief, and in the duel that followed at p se quarters the Mexican bandit leader \ras shot the heart by t.he scout. "It was a wipeout, as you said, Scout Cody,'; re Captain Moore, and he added: "And we have reco,ered Miss Van Loo's ambu f ce, the wagons of the prairie men and lost but ry few. "But poor Dudly is b adly wounded and must b e taken at once to Tacos." It \vas just night when Lol

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PRIZE ANECDOTE DEPARTMENT. During the progress of the Anecdote Prize Contest this space wilt be to the publication of the t anecdotes sent in by the contestants. Here are some of those received this week. They are coming in with a rush, so hurry up, boys, and g-et rs in early. The Mysterious Rider. (By Edward K. Brown, Buffalo, Wyoming.) 15' father's shanty was situated in the Bighorn Mounns, Wyoming, up to two years ago. With the excepn of two compauions and somt friendly trappers, who ed about five miles distaut, we had not seen a white n for nearly a year. One day I was out huuting with Anderson Picket. e had just sighted an antelope, and were occupied in the animal, when we suddenly heard the neighof a horse near us. Snrprisecl at such an unusual uu

28 THE BUFF J\LO BILL STORIES. Turning a beud in the road, what was my astonishment to find before me fully a dozen wolves gathered about a tree. Looking up into tlie tree I was amazed to see two men. I had had quite a little experience in trapping, ai1d I knew that the wolves at that hour could be easily frightened. So I fired at the wolf, and iu an instant the whole pack were dashing away toward the woods. The poor men in the tree were almost paralyzed with cold. They had ueen attacked by the wolves and bad killed ;everal of them, using up all their ammuni tion. Fortunately at this juncture one of the llleu had dis cove:-ed a falleu treetop, which was some ten feet from the gronnd. They thought that if they could walk up this lo11g tree to the branches, they would be saf.:. So they climbed up the tree. But the wokes could walk up a log, too, and the men had to club them back. Then they managed to climb a little higher in the tree, which put them out of reach of the wolves. They were, of course, very gratef!ll to me for getting them out of their predicament, but the wolves would 11ot have stayed long after daylight anyhow. The snow was wel1 beaten down all around the tree, and we counted the bodies of seveu wolves that the men had killed. How I Got Even. (By Harry Brewster, Schenectady, N. Y.) The circumstance to which I allude took place last Monday morning. I was coming down-town early, and when I boarded the electric car there was only sitting room for one in it, and two-thirds of that was o ccupied by a small but im portant-looking citizen, who was sitting sideways. I hated to disturb him, so I squeezed myself into the vacant space with as little stir ancl fuss as possible, and in return for my thoughtfulness he glared at me over the top of bis paper for a while, and tht!n calmly resumed his reading, not deigning to remove his knee from my anatomy. It wasn't very pleasant for me, but, as I said before, he was a very important-appearing personage, and--. Well, I bad never been introduced to his high mighti ness, and it l)ardly seemed the proper thing for a poor, humble worm of the dust like myself to call his atten tion to the fact that he was occupying more than his share of the seat, and taking up considerable room that I could put to good use in case I bad it, so I sat there alil&. suffered in silence, although I was gradually getting madder and madder as the car plunged along on its w down-town. Presently a two-huudred-pouud female, of Celtic e tradion, got aboard, carrying a big bundle of dirt clothes, and I promptly julJlped up and offered her m seat. It was a mean thing to do, I know, but I did it w?I fulJy and rnaliciously, and ''with the keen joy that wa riors feel to meet a foemau worthy of their steel," as ti poet expresses it, and I was never so pleased over a litt thing-or a big thing, rather-as I was when shes down. She bumped against his knees with a slam that se them spinning round where they be longed, then s plumped herself dmnJ iu the seat, and squcezerl him u against the eud of the car, and s\Jo\ed her bundle OY 011 his lap so that there wasn't eveu room to hold h i pape r out to read; and there she sat all the rest of ti way, with a calm a11d contented look on h e r face, whi he 'niggled, and twisted, and groaned, aud thought Ut utterable things-thing s that the editor of 110 respectab journal would print for a dbllars i11 co:d cash. It was a mean trick to nlar on a fellow, I acknowled that; but the chance to get eveu with b im was too go to be lost; and, besides, tile poor woman needed a sea and I'm uot the boy to sit down and see a two-hundre pound female standing up. How I Killed a Grizzly. (By Julius Vernon, Boise City, Idabo.) I was out hunting one day this summer with m Steveus sporting rifle aucl had a narrow escape fro being killed by an immense grizzly. I had stopped near a stream to res t and was sitting o the water side watching some bright speckled trout in pool, when .an old bear and cub callle down from th chapparal to drink. It is well known that only whe they are with their young cubs are t1_1e grizzlies apt t attack human beings. I saw the fiery eyes of the bea fixed on me as it came rushing down, and "t:ith tlue bounds I reached the lhe oak tree. Fortunately m Stevens rifle had a sling, and throwing the strap ove my shoulder I was able to climb the tree, taking the gm with me. The bear was close upon me aud attempted to follo'11 me up the tree. I swuug my rifle around as quickly as I could anc fired at it. I didu' t know what effect my bullet had, sc I fired again. But the bear kept right on toward rue. I could see that the grizzly was wounded so I firec again and again. It was not until I had sent down the fifth shot thropgl one of its eyes into the brain that the shaggy monste


TliE A LO BILL STORIES. 29 sed its furious eff orts to reach m e a n d f e ll de a d at e foot of the tree. Tuen I sent a ball right down rough the cub's h e ad, and it dropped d ead on its ther's body. It was a long time b e fore I dared to climb down, and en I did I ran all the way home Then my father and two or three othe rs set out aud ought the bear and her cub home. Expelled. (By Robert Overtou, Nahant, Mass. ) The boarding-sc h oo l was :\tilton House, situate d near little fishing v illage o n the N e w Eug l and c o ast. The ad master was n a m e d Profes s o r Smoale. For a s choolma ster his characte r was very sa tisfa .ctory [e was about sixty, and choc k foll of Jearn ius; and cx riellce He was very tender-hearted and emotio nal. ny story of suffering, and p articularly, an y tale of d em on and unselfi shness and heroism, would touch hi11. 1 up ke anything. He h a d a terrifically big head, but I r eally believe iat his heart wa s bigger still, thoug h h e did lfnjustly p e l Bunnie Lawswh y he was c a ll e d Bunnie, I n ever new, but he nas -ancl me. It was all 011 account of his own cbaract. e r that Ii got old of the brilliant id e a that ended in dismi ss al. The e a wa s all right; it was the way it work e d out tha t as all wrong. M y fellow -victim of a sad failure 011 our aster' s part to undernt;md my scheme prope rly was the nly chap in the school I took into my confidence. "Let's decoy him down to the rocks," I proposed, when the tide's up. 'l'he n you rush forward aud pitch im in, Bunny I'll be in hi ding. As he strikes the ater, I'll rush forward, with a shoot, knock you down, nd plunge in with a life preserver, and,sa\'e his life." But Buuuy wouldn't agree to that. The fact that we both were good swimmers, naturally d ils to ghe the prefe.rence to a water rescue, and in iis direction we were also l e d by the fact that the proesssor was in the habit Of crossing to a point farther up e shore to visit a friend who lived the re. He nsed to o in a rowboat, belonging to a man named Bill Chalks. Bill Chalks used to bring his boat up the little creek at ran close to the school, embark Mr. Smoale, row jm over to the point, and return there for him when he anted to come back. Wednesday or Saturday was generally, selected for ese visits, the afternoons of those days being half lidays. We decided to get Bill Chalks to upset bis fare 01)'1 the boat the very next time he was taking him er. The accident was to take place two or three bt111red yards from the s hore. We would be strolliug itue;,s tile s a d affair aud pluuge iu to the rei:;cue. We e a sily w oll B ill Chalks over by liberal promises of part of our week s a llowance of money. We-were b o th in a fever of excitement till the following afternoon arrived. After dinner we dressed in our oldest suits, and1 made off for the ocean. We saw Bill Chalks row up the creek-and then we waited and watched. By and by-but quite half an hour later than we expect e d we h eard the splash of the oars again. It was all right-the re wa s the boat-the re was Bill-there was the do o med profes s o r s ea t e d calmly in the stern. Little did h e dre am of th e r escue in store for hi\U They r eache d the m outh of the creek, and then shot out into the oce:rn "Off with our h oo ts Bunnie!" I cried in a whispe r. 'fhe mom ent is at liaud. '' Jus t the distance a g r e ed on liad been reached-every instant we expec t e d to see good old Professor Smoale flounderin

BOYHOODS OF FAMOUS MEN This department contains each week the story of the early career of some celebrated American. for these stories and read them, boys. They are of the most fascinating interest. Those already publis1:ec1 are: No. t.-Buffalo. Bill; No. 2.-Kit Carson; No. 3.-Texas Jack; No. 4.Col. Daniel Boone. No. 5.-David erockett. (TOLD BY HIMSELF.) It seems strange to that the following was the boyhood history of the famous backwoodsman who so greatly distinguished himself as a fighter, first in the war of 181::?, under Jackson, and later iu the \Yar against the Creek Indian s in Florida, who successfully ran for Congress alld who, in a tour of tlle Northern cities, in cluding B altimore, Philadclphin, New York, Bo s ton and Pittsburg, was honored a11d feted as few men have been. Aud yet we have his own words as to his early career, and most interesting re ading it is. Perhaps n11 do tiot know llow gallantly he di e d. He was killed in the Alamo in Mexico while fighting for Texan Independence A writer who describe s his last ll!otnents says he stood in an angle of the fort, the barrel of his shattered rifle in one hand, in his left his h11ge bowie knife, dripping blood. 1'here was a frightful gash across his forehead, while around !Jim there was a complete barrier of about twenty Mexicans, lying pell-mell and dying. It was there he finally fell, without a groan, while his cause triumpl:ed. Following is his accouut of hi s bo yhood: My father's name was John Crockett, and he was of Irish desc ent. He was either born in Ireland or on a passage from that country to America across the Atlantic. 'He wa::; by profession a farmer, and spent the early part of his life in the State of Pennsylvania. The name of my mother was Rebecca Hawkins. She was an American woman, born in the State of Maryland, between York and Baltimore. It is likely I may have heard wber.e they were married, but if s o, I have forgotten. It is, however, certain that they were, or else the public would never have been troubled with the history of David Crockett, their sou. At some time, though I cannot say certainly when, my father, as I have understood, lived in Lincoln County, in the State of North Carolina. How long I don't know. But when he removed from there, he settled in that district of _country which is now embraced in the divisi

1 THE BUFF/\LO BILL STORIES. 81 he name of Ke11dall, but I'll be shot if it was Amos, for : believe I would know him yet if I was to see him. rhis man Kendall was \.VOrking in a field on the bank, ind knowing there was no time to lose, he started full ilt, aud here he come like a afire;. and as he an he threw off his coat, aud then bis jacket and then ch1is shirt, for I know whe n he got to the water he 1othi11g 011 but his breeche s. But seeing him in such a rnrry, and tearing off his clothes as he went, I had no ioubt but that the devil or something else was after him -and close on him, too as he 'was ruuniug within an 11cp of his life. This alarmed me, and I screamed out ike a young painter. But Kendall didn't stop for this. He went ahead with all might, aud as full bent 011 sav :ng the boys, as Amos was on moving the deposits. When he came to the water, he plunged iu, and nit was too deep to wade, lie 'iYOuld swim, and where it 1 was shallow enough he went. boltillg on, and by such 1 exertion as I never saw at any other time in my life, be the canoe, when it was within twenty or thirty e I feet of the ralls, and so great was the suck and so swift curreut, that poor Kendall had a hard time of it to t stop them at last, as Amos will to stop the mouth of the v people about his stock-jobbing. But he h 'ung on to the canoe till he got it stopped and then drawed it out of 1 da11ger. When we got out, I found the boys were more scared than I had been, and the ouly thing that co11b forted me was the belief that it was a p11nishmeut on them for leaving me ashore. Shortly after this my father removed and settled in the same county, about teu miles above Greenville. There a circumstance happened which made a lasting impression on my memory, though I was but a small child. Joseph Hawkins, who was a brother to my Jt10tber iu the woods bunting for deer. He was passing near a thicket of brush, in which one of neighbors was gathering some. grapes, as it was i11 the fall of the year, and the grape season. 'l'he body of the man was hid ,by the brush, and it was only as he would raise his lland to pull the bu11ch es, that any part of him could b e seen n was a like ly place for deer, aud ruy unde, having no s.nspicion that it was any human being, but supposing. the raising of.the ha:1d to be an occasioual twitch of a deer's ear, fired at the lump, and as t)le devil would have it, 1111fortuuately shot the man through the body. I saw my fathe r draw a silk ha11dkerchief through tJ1e bullet l 1ole, and entirely through bis body; yet after a while he well, as little as auy one would have thought it. What bec$me of him, or whether be is dead or alive, I don't kl1ow; but I reckon he didn't fancy the busiuess of gathering grapes in an out-of-the-way tl1icket i?OOJl ag

32 THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. One belonged to an old man hy the name of Dunn, aud tbe others to two of bis sons. They had each of them a good team, and were all bound for Knoxville. They had been in the habit of st opping at my father's as the y passed the road, and I knew them. I made myse lf known to the old g entleman, and informed him of my situation; I a wish to get back to my father and m othe r, if they could fix any plan for me to do so. They told me that they would stay that night at a tav ern seven mil e s from there, and that if I could g e t to them befor e day the next morning, they would take me home and if I was pursued, they would protect me. This was a Sunday evening; I went back to the good old Dutchman's house, and as good fortune would have it, he and the family were out on a visit. I gathen:d my clothes and what little money I had, and put them all together under the bead of my bed. I w ,ent to bed early that night, but sleep seemed to be a stranger to me. For though I was a wild boy, yet I d e arl y loved my father and mother, and their images appeared to be so de e ply fixed in my mind that I could not sle.e p for thinking of / them. And then the fear that when I should attemp t to go out, I should be discovered aud called to a halt, filled t:rie with anxiety, and between my childish love of home, on the one hand, and the fears of which I hay e sp ok e n, on the other, I felt mighty queer. But so it was, abot1t three hours before da y in the morning, I got up to make my When I got out, I found it was snowing fast and that the snow was then on the ground about eight inches deep. I had not even the advantage of moonlight, and the whole sky was bid by the falling snow, so that I had to guess at my way to the big road, whieh was about a half mile from the house. I, however, pushed ahead, and soop got to it, and then pursued it in the direction to the wagons. I could not have pursued the road if I had not guided myself by the ope!Jing it made the timber, as the snow was too deep to leave any part of it to be knQwn by either seeing or feeling. I overtook the wagons, the earth was covered about as deep as my knees, and my tracks filled so briskly aft!!r :rie that b y daylight my Dutch D:)aster wot1ld have seen no trace which I l e ft. I gpt to the place about an hour befQ.re day. I found tb, e wagoners al r e a d y stirring, aud cugaged in f e e ding preparing thei r for a start. Mr. Dunn too k in and treated with great kindness My 11eart was i:no.re !ieeply impressed by meeting with such a friend and ''at such a time,'' than by wading the snowstorm by night, or all the ot!Jer sufferings which my mind had endured. I warmed my s elf by th<::, fire for I was very ccold, and after a n brea-kfa s l, we set out on our journey. The thoughts of home now b egan to take th entire po ss ession of my mind, and I almost numbere the turns of the wheel s and much more ce taiuly the miles of our travel, which appeareq met count mighty slow. I continued with my kind protector until e got to the house o f a Mr. John Coles on Roan oke, when my impatience becam e so great that I deter mined to set out on foot and go ahea d by m y self, as could travel twice as fast in that way as the wagon could Mr. Dunn s e em e d very sorry to part with me, and u se d many argnments to prevent me from leaving him Bllt home, poor as it was, again rus h e d on my memory and it seemed t e n times as d ear to nie a s it ever had be fore. 'fhe reason was that my pnrent s were there, and al that I had accu s tomed to in the hours of childhbo a nd infancy w a s there ; and there m y anxious little hear panted also to be We remained at Mr. Coles that night and eai;ly in the morning I felt that I could not sta y ; so taking leave of m y fr ie1:ds, the wagon ers, I went forwar on foot tmtil I w as fortunately overta ken by a gentle man, who was returning from market, to which he had\ been with a drove of horses. He had a Jed horse, with bridle and sac)dle on him and he kindly offered to le rue get on his hors e and ride him. I did so, and was gla of the chance, for I wa s tire d and w as, more over neat the first o f Roanoke, which I would have been compelled to wade cold as the water was, if I had not fortunately met this good man. I traveled with him iu this way, without anything turning up worth recording until we got within fift ee n mil e s of my father's house There we parted, and lie went on to Kentucky, and I trudged ou homeward, which place I reached that even ing. The name of thi s kind gentleman I have entirely forgotten, and I am s orry for it. A remembrance of his to a little straggling boy and a stranger to him, has, however, a re sting place in my heart, and there it will remain as lollg as I live. (David Crockett's boyhood career will be continued in next week's issue.) 1\ Usefu1 Leg. Kit C a rson the famou s t ra pp er and guide of the Far West 011ce t o ld o f a cert ain old trapper called "Peg le g Sm i th who r e c e ived his so b r i q uet fr om the fac t of his having a wooden leg-, haviug lost his limb in a fight with the Crows ma11y years b e fore He was a stoutly built m a n with bl ac k e yes (lu d gray bair. He was a hard drinker, and when unde r the i n fluen c e of liquor very liable to get iuto trc; Jllbl e When he found himself in a tight c orner his wooden l eg wa s s erviceable to him, as he had a way of taking it off quickly and when wielded in his muscular hands it was a weapon to be dyeaded. His love of whisky killed him; lie died in a drunkeu fit i n California in 1868.


JESSE J&MES STORIES W E were the first pub-lishers in the world to1 print the famous sto ries of the James Boys, written by that remarkable man, W. B. Lawson, whose name is a watch word with our boys. We have had many imitators, Jesse James. and in order that no one shall be deceived in accepting 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 pur big five-cent weeklies, and a sure winner with the boys. A number of issues have already appeared, and these which follow will be equally good; in fact, the best of their kind in the world. STREET & SMITH, Publishers, New Y BUFF!LO BILL STORIES T h e onl y publi cation author i zed by t h e Hon. Wm. F. Cody ( Buffalo Bill). Buffalo Bill. W E were the publishers of the first story ever written of. the famous and world-renowned Buffalo Bill, the great hero whose life has been one succei>sion of excitmg and thrillig inci-dents combined with great successes and accomplisl]ments, all of which will be told in a series of grand stories which we are now placing before the American Boys. The popularity they have already obtained shows what the boys want, and is very gratifying to the publishers. STRF.ET & SMITH, Publishers, New York. NICK CARTER STORIES THE best known detective in the world is Nic k Carter. Stories by this noted sleuth are is sued regularly in Carter Weekly" (price five cents), and all his Nick Carter. work is written for us. It may interest the patrons and readers of the Nick Carter Series of Detective Stories to know that these famous sto ri es will soon be upon the s tage under unusually elaborate circumstances. Arrangements have just been com p le ted between the publishers and Manager F .. C. Whitney, to present the entire set o f Nick Carter stories in dramatic form. The :first play of the series will be brought o u t next fall. STREET & SMITH, Publishers, NEW YORK. DIAMOND DICK' STORIES Dia mond Dick THE celebrated Di am o n d Dick s t ories c a n only be found i n "Diamond Dic k J r., the Boys' Best Weekly." D iamond Dick and his son Bertie are the most unique an d fascinating heroes of Western romance. The scenes, and many of the incidents, in these exciting stories are taken from r e al life. Diamond Dick stories are conceded t o be the qest sto ries o f the West, and are all copyrighted by u s. The weekly is the same size and price as t his publication, wit h hand some illuminated cover. P rice, five cents: STREET & SMITH, P u blishers, New York


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