Buffalo Bill's victories. Chapters 72-83

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A VV EEKLY PUBLICATION DEVOTED TO BORDER HI 5TORY ,. Js sued Weekly. Hy Subscriptzim $2.So per year. Entered .is Second Class Af.itter at /\'ew York PJst Office by STREET & SMITH, 238 Wztliam S(-. N. Y. No. 25. Price, Cents.

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VvEEKLY PUBLICATION DEVOTE:D TO 60RDER Hl5TORY bsueti Weekly. By S11bscriptum $;,,so per yea1. Erltcred as Secolld Clas s J.falter at the N. Y. Post Office, by STREET & SMITH, Tilliam SI., N. Y. Entere d accordi11g to A c t o.f C o flgre s s in tlr yeai 1()01, in the Office of the Librurian of Co113ress, Tasltington, D. C No. 25. NEW YORK, November 2, 1901. Price Five Cents. BUff ALO BILL' S VICTORlfS. By the author of "BUFF ALO BILL." ... CHAPTER LXXII. THE UNKNOWN LIFE SAVER. Though the incidents, characters and scenes of this story are of the wild Western frontier, it opens in the East and upon the coast of the great Atlantic. It is the bathing hour at Long Branch, and the far -stretc.hing jeach is crowded with bathers, enjoying a tumble in the incoming breakers that rush shoreward with a force and roar that is appalling to all but bold swimmers. Upon the back of a restive and handsome horse, and gazing with interest upon the bathers on the b.each, is a rnan of striking appearance, as he indo lently and gracefully sits in the saddle, with the dis play of a per;fect horseman. Suddenly a look of alarm crosses his countenance, as he beholds one young girl, whose stylish bathing-.. h dress and. handsome face and form have long at,. tracted his attention, venturing alone too far from the beach, and going directly into the very worst breakers. "Heavens! does no one see her danger?" he crie.d, anxiously, and then as she was swept still farther sea ward, he called out to a man near: "Here, sir, hold my horse, please, a moment." Startled by the stern request, t]:ie man sprang to obey, and, casting aside his coat, vest, hat and boots, the horseman dashed down to the beach, just (l.S a thrilling cry was heard from the now thoroughly frightened and venturesome girl, of: "Sa Ye me! oh save me I arr drowning!" In the immediate surf the cry was lost by the dash of waters, but many on the beach, and those ou the bluff, heard the imploring call, and instantly there was a scene of wild excitement. Into the rough waters dashed the horseman, anrl

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., 2 THE BUFF f\LO __ Bill he disappeared from the view of those wh o watched him, to, after a long time it seemed to watchers, reappear far out from the shore. Boldly, and with herculean strength, he breasted the wild waves, and eagerly he glanced around for the drowning girl. Now here was she visible, and his heart almost sunk within him with dr.ead; but, no suddenly he caught sight of her pale and b eautiful face twenty feet away, as she arose upon a mighty wave and '.' their eyes met-hers rnost imploring in their terror and beseeching for aid, and his determined to save her from the awful doom that awaite.P her. Again she arose upon a nother wa v e at } d in ber ears came the quiet _tones of the man then so near her: "Have no fear; I wiJI. s a v e you; but preser v e your presence of mind." Rapidly the outward flow s till bore them from the beach, and a glance shoreward s o rap idl y receding almost overcome the young girl expert swimm e r though she was and s he clo s ed her e y e s as if to shut out the sight of death so near her. Then a strong hand seiz ed her, an arm encircled her delica t e wai s t and the same cool decided voic e said: "Have no fear now, re s t yours elf and strike out with me for the shore." The maiden glanced into the stern, handsome face so near her own, and the bold determina tion and courage she saw there rea ssured her, and she re plied: I c an sw im now, s ir with you b y my s i de. I w as unnerv ed before." "You ventured too iar; now come, str ike out with m e a n d if you get tired I w!ll support you. ; B r a v e l y the maiden did as sh e w a s told and slowly the two began to stem the ou tward flow, the eyes of all upon the beach an
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THE BU f f ALO BILL STORIES. 3 can e ver thank you," a nd s he rai s ed her beautiful eyes to the h a nd some face of he r preserve r. "To s a v e a human life M i ss Dunham, gn-e s m e more pleasure than you can ever know. The words, the m anner, the sad expression that swept o ve r the stern, handsome face, greatly impressed the young gi.rl and she turned a searching look upon him bu t replied archly: "But I hate thanks, and I must catch the first train. A nd he did so, while Mr. Enoch Dunham, a wealth y merchant, found, upon calling at the hotel, that the unknown rescuer of his beautiful daughter had gone, leaving no word, while all that was known of the brav e life-saver was that his name was William Cody and that he registered from Nebraska, seemed "You know m e then?" to have no friends at Long Branch, was alone and re" Only as Mi s s Dunha m, having he a rd you called mained only for the day. such by one of the gentlemen who came to your aid." "Yes, when no aid was needed; but I am Miss Dunham-May Dunham, and I think I should know my brave preserver's name." "Then it gives me pleasure to introduce my s elf to Miss Dunham as vVilliam Cody. But here you are at your bath-house, and I will leave you." ") "No, no; not until I know where you are to be found. CHAPTER LXXIII. THE RECOGNITION. Amid the s helt ering mountains of a far-western land, nestled a new settlement of brave pioneers who had, from various reasons, left their homes in the Eas t to seek new fire si des and associations on the then wild frontier, with its hostile Indians and band:> "At the Ocean Hotel. I trust you will s uffer no of l a wless whites. e v il effects from your mishap to-day; good-after noon," and, turning quickly, William Cody walk e d away congratulating himself upon having been so fortunate a s to s a \ e from death so beautiful a girl as was May Dunham. Returning to the bluff he thanked the gentleman who had held his horse, and who said: "It was magnificent, and you are a bold swimmer, sir. I am proud to have served you." Mounting his hors e all wet as he was, he dashed away, followed by a cheer from the crowd. Reaching the stables, he went into his hotel b y 1. rear way to his room, and, taking out his watch, said: "I must catch the first train for New York, and then, for the frontier, whe re I feel at home! "Ah! my watch has stopped-the salt water has ruined it! It wa s a beautiful spot, the s cenery grand, the soil fertile and the pioneers were in force enough to protect themsel v es from any ordinary attack of redskins. They had been guided to "Sunset Valley," as they called their res ting-plac e by a man who had in hi s early life been an officer in the United States army and stationed on the frontier, had scouted through that very country and learned its attractions. The nearest fort was fifty miles distant from Sun set Valley but near enough to serve as a pro_ tection to a certain extent. The officer referred to, then a lieutenant, had resigned from the army on account of the illness of his wife, and had gone East with her and their daughter, then a girl of twelve, to enter upon a business career in New York. For years he had prospered and had grown rich Then his wife died, financial reverses came upon

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' lfiiE BU ff ALO B!ll STORIE.So him, ana, always a devoted Jo,er of the \iVest, Enoch to be getting troublesome. for they always get i:1 Dunham and his daughter May, at that time a beau-their lawle ss work at a time when the Indians are tiful girl of twenty, had decided to seek a new home hostile-but here comes the horseman." upcm the frontier. I f They had. gone to the Southwest and joined a wagon train of pioneers to go overland to an abiding place, and of the outfit Enoch Dunham, on account of his military experience in early life, had not only been made the captain, but they had yielded to him in the selection of a site for their settlement. when the train reached the chosen spot, all were delighted with Sunset Valley, and hastil y they to work to build a stockade fort, into which to retreat if forced to do so, and to erect stout and comfortabl e homes. The home of "Captain" Enoch Dunf1am was the largest and most comfortable, while, under the care of May Dunham, who rather enjoyed the wild life she had known and loved in her early girlhood, the cabin was made most attractive within and without. If May Dunham, once a belle in New York society, pined for the busy life of the city, the enjoyments of conquests her beauty had vvon for her at their summer home in Long Branch, her father saw no sign of it, and he hoped that she was happy. They had been six months settled in Sunset Valley when, one beautiful moonlight night, as the captain and May were seated upon the piazza of their cabin home, enjoying the beauty of the moonlit scene, the sound of rapidlY,-approaching hoofbeats was heard. As they were always on the alert for danger, the sound was somewhat startling at that hour, and Captain Dunham laid aside his pipe and said: "Can it be a courier from the fort I wonder?" "Perhaps so, father, or one of our valley scouts, for, you know, they have reported the Indians to be very uneasy of late." "Yes, and the roving bands of white outlaws also As Captain Dunham spoke, a horseman came into view, riding like the wind. A moment after, he reined up at the door an d asked as he raised the broad sombrero he wore: "Is this the home of Captain Enoch Dunham?" Both father and daughter were struck with the splendid appearance of both horse and rider, for moonlight streameCl. full upon them. "I am Enoch Dunham, sir,'' replied the settler, in response to the horseman's inquiry. "I am ordered by 1viajor Ray, of Fort Rose, to in form you, sir, that the Indians are on the warpath in considerable force and may make an attack upon your settlement, while Malo, the Mexican leader of outlaws, who attacked your train on its way here, is also planning mischief. "Major Ray instructs me to tell you. sir, that, should you desire to send the women and children of your settlement to Fort Rose, to at once send him a courier with the request and to get them ready and he will forward a soldier escort to meet them." "I thank Major Rose, sir, and yourself; but I be lieve we can take care of our women. and children in our fort here, leaving all our me11 to guard the settlement. "Will you so inform the major, sir, while I get settlement at once under arms?" "Pardon me, sir; it is understood by him that if you do not send a courier he is to understand you feel able to protect the settlement, and I have to go on a special scout to learn the movements of the hos tiles and their force, and I will see that you are in, formed, sir. Good-night." "Hold, sir! for I desire to know to whom I a1}1 in-

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THE BU Ff ALO Bi LL STORIESo 5 debted for this warning. called out Captain DunCHAPTER LXXP.r. h a m as the ho,-seman w as alJout to clash on. TH E s co t T s RE TR E .\ T. "I am an a rm y sco ut, sir, a nd knom1 on t he bor\\'hen Buffalo Bill rode rap idly a1Yay from the Su:ider as Buffalo Bill," was the respon se set Valley settlement he his horse at a steady "A. h indeed! I h a Ye lon g heard of yo u ; but then lope on a trail that lcJ into the depths of the Indian who ha s not? You will di smou nt, surely, and ha Ye ccuntry. supper?" He did not his h r se. and it \\"::ts a fter md''I thank you, sir; but my d u ty brooks of no delay, night before he came l o a hall a't the edge of a he a,y and I have now been in th e saddle for thirty hour,;. growth of timber. Good-night. I s hall gi,e yo u warning of danger,"' and, again raising h i s hat, B u ffalo Bill was off at a gallop. "Father!' "Yes, 1\1ay." I know that man." "You know him my child?" "Yes." "\Ve all haYe heard of him, and he is a most remarkable man." "Do you knO\ his name, father?" "I ha\'e heard it i s William F. Cody-Buffalo Bill ," said Mr. Dunham. "And my unknown life -saver's name was william Cody," responded May. "He is the same man, father, who saved my life at Long Branch two years ago!" "By Jove I belie v e you are ri ght, May, and we will talk of this again. Now I mu s t gi,e the alarm," and, taking a bugle from where it hun g on the wall, Captain Dunham blew the "assembly." A lmost instantly a horn from the ne a re s t r a nch an s wered, then another and another, until all dovvn the valley, from home to home, echoed the wild note3 of warning, calling the figi1ting men of the settlement to assemble at their leader's cabin .. He ga1e a shrill whistle. and it 1 ;as ans1\ered from the timber, and a moment after a man in buc!-skin stepped quietly out into th e moonlight. ''Ho, Dick, on the 1Yatcli, I s ec," sa id Buffalo Bill. ''You bet I am, ch ief-with the red::> as uneasy as :i. cat in a st range garret." "Found out anything new?" "They are joinin;; with the Dog Soldiers Sioux and are throwing their sco u ts ahead in force." "So I feared." ''Did you go to the fort, chief?" "Oh. yes, and gave the warmag to Ray, who i s wide awake. "I also returned by Sunset Valle y to warn the s e t tlers, or I \Vould have been here sooner." "Sooner! Vv ell, you are mighty soon to have made the ride you did-that horse of yours is like yourself-never knows what it i s to get tired." "Y..,T ell, I am tired en ough now, but am bound for m y retreat to get some rest. But, as your horse was killed you must take !'nine and go on to the fort and report to Major R ay that J warned Sunset Valley and Captain Dunham will keep the \Vomen and chil dren there, I think it would be well to s end a. troop of so ldiers there to aid them, as the Indians will doubtless strike that country first. "Al so tell hin1 about the uniting of the Dog Sol dier Sioux with the mountain tribe.

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6 THE BUFF A LO BLL S TORIES. "My horse will take you to the fort all right." "No doubt of that, chief! but you?" ;,you can put your saddle and bridle on my horse, and I will take my traps to the retreat, where I have other animals, you know." "Yes, and all good ones. But I forgot to tell that Malo, the Mexican, is on the warpath, too." "Oh, yes; of "And he has stuck on rocks and trees papers of fering a reward for your scal p of one thousand dol lars." "He prizes it highly," said Buffalo Bill. "Yes, and he has written the papers with a stick dipped in blood, and telling his men to get the re ward." "Good! And I guess there'll be some more blood shed. But I'll take a cold supper with you, Dick, and then we'll start." "I've got it ready; but where will I find you, Chief Bill, if the major sends me on your trail?" "Come by the Sunset Valley settlement, for I will keep in touch there, through one of my men, and if not there, then to my cabin retreat, then here, where I will leave a note,'' was the answer. A quarter of an hour later Buffalo Bill and Lone Dick parted, the latter mounted upon the scout's horse, and taking the trail to Fort Rose, while the daring scout, shouldering his saddle and bridle, started on foot for his mountain retreat. Rapidly the scout continued his way, until he came to a bold hill, heavily timbered, and, as if fully ac quainted with the ground, he entered the forest, and at a long, swinging gait kept on at a rate that car ried him over the ground with remarkable celerity. At length, just as daylight, he sunk down upon the river bank. to rest, and tired out he unconsciously dropped off to sleep. From the dark covert of the woods, where they had hidden upon seein g him aP.proach, were five men, who appeared to be Dog Sol dier Sioux in all the glory of their warpaint, but a careful inspection would have shown that they were palefaces, renegades of their race, committing acts of cruelty under the guise of Indians. Step by step and noiselessly the five men crept toward the sleeping scout, and with one accord they sprang upon him. But, though taken unawares, and with five to one against him, the scout was not to be taken easily, and with his giant strength hurled his foes from him as he arose to his feet; yet they knew that death was their portion if he could ever use his weapons, and with frenzy they hung to him, and by force of numbers and weight, aga111 bore him bodily to the ground. Again he arose, and with marvelous power dashed them aside, but again they clung to his arms, legs and neck, until, wrenching one of his hands free, he drew his knife, and it was quickly buried in the heart of one of his assailants, just as a loud cry was heard, and there dashed up an Indian horseman. He was a man of giant form, towering to the height of seven feet, and the horse he rode was one of the largest of its species, but not at all clumsy. The warrior was dressed in buckskin, his face was painted in all the glory of war colors, and his head was surmounted by a feather crown, which added to his height still more. His arms consisted of a short rifle, a pair of re volvers, a long kt? if e, and a huge hatchet, or battle-ax. Under his ringing war cry the woods echoed again, and, springiug from his horse, the chief-for such his dress proved him to be-with a blow of his heavy ax, crushed one of the enemies to the ground, just as the scout drove his knife into the bosom of an o ther.

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T'H E BUFFALO BILL 7 Rapidly the two others bounded a\Yay, and sprang into the river, and the scout drew a revolver to await their when the chief said, hastily, speaking it; ile language' of the Pawnees: "Corne; the dogs of the renegades have stolen the Dancing Star of the Sioux, and carrv her back to the wigvvams of her people." "What say you Big Thunder?" cried the scout, still panting his violent exertion to free himself from his assailants. "Big Thunder speaks straig11t. The Dancing Star, had come to the home of the scout to tell him that ... ' the Sioux had gone on the trail of the palefaces; but the white chief was not and she told Big Thunder and t)1e Black Lion, and the renegades crossed the trail of the maide,n and made her captive." , "!his is ews1 Big,!hund.er; and you came to seek to1 tell rrie of r,aid, I suppose?" "Big Thunder came to seek white chief, and the soq of Big Thunder, the Red Hound, has gone to find the white chief to tell him all; the Black Lion is at his home in the hills." "Good! and you arriYed just in time to be of ser-to where lay the bodies of the three slain men, and eagerly scanned their faces. "No, he is not among these. Ah! I have it; he wa'S the powerful fellow who clung to my throat, and he has escaped. Oh, that I had known you, Malo, your hours would have been numbered," and the scout spoke savagely. "Well, chief," he said, after a pause, "we must now take the trail o f the wretches who have stolen the DatJ.c;ing Star, and overhaul them before they reach JJ1Jl.> ) their village." The Indian gave a grunt of assent, stooped quietly and removed i he scalps of the three men, and then, turning the four -remainjng horses loose in the forest, they mounted and rode rapidly away. For several miles the scout and his Indian com panion kept on at a rapid rate, and then they came to a fresh trail, which the warrior said was left by the party who had stolen the Star. Narrowly regardingit for a while, Buffalo Bill said, slowly: "They have m11de for their stockade stronghol :!, vice, my friend. Now we will let those fellows go taking the trail around by the Loupe, to avoid the for the present, and I will go for my horse." hunting grounds of the Pawnees; there. are about Yonder good horses," quietly responded the forty of them, I judge, and here, you see, is the iron 'huge chief, and, leading the way, the scout follow-track of the steed which Major Ray gave the Danc ingi the two suddenly came upon five fine animals ing Star. that had belonged to the renegatjes who had at"Come, Big Thunder, we will go first .to our home, tacked the scout. and then, Black Lion and your son, Red "\Ve are in luck, Big Thunder, and, as I li\e, he r e Hound, v.:ho will doubtless return to the when is the horse of Malo, the Mexican, himself! Could he does not find me, we will ambush those devils, and he ha Ye been one of those five who attacked me?" rescue the Dancing Stq.r." Quickly springing into the saddle of the splendid "Good! White chief wise! Good!" was the reply bay, which they both recognized as the favorite steed of the Indian, and the two men dashed off in a di of the renegade the scout dashed back rection to the westward of the Indian trail.

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8 THE B U ff l\LO BILL STORIES CHAPTER LX.XV. EUFFALO BILL'S SCALP LOCK. After Buffalo Bill and the Indian chief Big Thunder, had fol.Jowed the trail for some miles the scout came to a halt and said: "I will go to my cabin, chief while you go on and see if this trail goes toward the setting sun after it crosses the rockland where no tracks can be seen. "If it does, go to your cave retreat and I will meet you there, for, if the trail goes as I believe, we tan saye half a clay's ride. Does the big chief under stand?" "The great \Vhite Hunter speaks.with a straight to1igue. The Big Thunder \\ ill go,'' was the anS\ver. There the two parted, the Indian still following the trail, while Buffalo Bill began to ascend the mountain. It was a fairly steep climb,. but the captured horse he rode did not seem to mind it, and after a few miles he came to a stout log cabin under a cliff and with a heavy growth of timber in its front. A tipy stream of icy water trickled over the cliff and ran under the cabin, which was large enough to shelter half-a-dozen men and horses. This was Buffalo Bill's own retre at, and here he often sought the shelter when on his scouting expeditions, as he kept hidden away in the cabin, or rather in a hole in the cliff back of it and securely hidqen by the log wall, a of ammunition, provisions and blankets. It was to get a supply of ammunition that Buffalo Bi!I now went there. The cabin had been first built by a mad gold hunter whom the Indians believed an Evil Spirit, and they never. went near it, as the madman had taken his own life there; hanging himself to a crossbeam. The outlaws had raided it seYeral times, hoping to find Buffalo Bill there, but had found nothing. Now, as he rode up to the cabin, Buffalo Bill saw a piece of white pa-per tacked 1,1pon the door. / Dismounting, he read it and smUed. It was evidently written with a sha.rp pointed ::>tick and in what appeared as blood. It was as follows : REWARD, ONE THOUSAND DOLLARS for the SCALP OF BUFFALO BILL and proof of The Army Scout's Death. J\lALO TJIE -. "And I'd give a cool .thousand if. Malo would him self come after it," muttered Buffalo Bill . Having put his horse to. feed on a grass plot not far away, Buffalo Bill ; He it was who had discovered the mad gold hunter hanging there over a year before and had given him a decent burial. The scout had then made a thorough search of the lone cabin and had found that two of the. rear turned on a pivot in one corner and revealed the secret hiding-place in the cliff. This secret he turned to his own needs, as has been said, as a supply depot. He now opened the place, first got ou. t of .. it t.he extra supply t'>f ammunition he needed, then some provisions, and, building a fire in the large fireplace, cooked his dinner. This done he was ready to depart, and, ste.pping out of the door, beheld four rough-lookiqg_ men within a few yards of him. He saw them before they did hitp and at once acted with that promptness and daring for which . is noted and which has hundreds of tin:es him the victory against big odds . --t.

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/ THE BU ff' !\LO BILL STORIES. 9 "'You have put a reward 011 my. scalp-come and take it !""sai d Buffal o Bill. He' had four inen covered with his revolvers, and not orie d';ired inoe a muscle. It wa s a perilo11s moment for the scout, but he was plsying a d e sperately bold game. His, face was stern hut serene, and a deadly light shot forth from his eyes. He had played a bold bluff a s a trump card and they had to take it up or back down. He waited an instant. But Buffalo Bill was not a man to wait long. "Down valley." The search of the men enriched Big Thunder, for Buffalo Bill turned all over to the chief and then they buried the bodie s ha s tily and started upon th e ir way. The hors e s of the outlaw s w e re found bt1t were a brokendown Jot, so the saddle s and bridle s were hid den and the scout and his Indian pard rode hastily on to the cave retreat. Following a trail that led into the very heart of the hills, they suddenly came to a precipitous path 'vay, to ascend which they were compelled to dis -He believed in action. He would lead off with a mount from their horses. rapid fire in a moment more. But, to the surpr i s e of the scout as well as the outlaws, two shots rang out, and mingling with them canie a wild roaring warcry. It came from ;tne rear of the outlaws, and two of them dropped dead. Buffalo Biil 'lost not a second in taking advantage of the turn in his favor, for his revolver opened, and, though the two outla;vs in their desperation fired, the fight ended as Big Thunder dashed upon the scene. The giant chief Jost no time in gathering to him self four paleface scalps, with the remark: "Heap bad paleface-heap good scalp!" BuffalO Bill held out his hand and, gras ped that of the Indian. "The big chief ha s ag' ain saved his white brother." "White chief save Big Thunder heap plenty time. "Big Thunder see trail go all right, come back, see bad paleface come this ay-he come, too; heap glad. "So am I chief. But we 'll look over the freight these fellows carry, and' then bury. them near thi; mad gold hunter. "vVhere are their horses?" It was a tedious climb, but ere long they reached a plateau, above which towered two hills, divided by a caii.bn or narrow passageway, which proved that once the rise had beena single elevation, bu. t split asunder by some earthquake in years gone by. The cafion was hardly more than ten feet wide, a -passageway between walls that soared on either side to two hundred feet and following its winding course, the scout and his companion soon found themselves at the mouth of a huge cavern upon the right. Into this the horse of the Indian entered without animal ridden by the scout timidly venturing-and, after a ride in total darkness of ten minutes, the path descending gradually the whole way, light appeared ahead, and ere long they came forth into daylight, emerging from the dark cavern into a small but lovely v alley, through which a mad falling over a precipice sixty feet at the terminus of the valley, two hundred Y ,ards away. Around the head of the valley toward hills impas sable to the foot of man and beast, and near the mouth of the cavern in the hillside was another cave, the entrance of which was protected by a small log fort or hut.

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10 THE BUFF /\LO Bill STO RI ES. CHAPTER LXXVI. BUFFALO BILL'S STRANGE ALLIES. This retreat which Buffalo Bill and Big Thunder had come upon was the home of secret allies of the scout-a hiding-place in the very fastnesses of th e mountains. Knowing every winding p .assageway through the hills, it would have been almost f}_ regi ment of men to have driven them from the stron g hold, or captured them therein. \ N l ' r In the valley were f eeding half,-a -cloze n horses, all t of them superblooking animals, and in front of the log to the cave sat a man almost the counterpart of Big Thunder in size and sp lendid proportions. At his feet la?' two hounds, full-blooded brutes, that would lay hold of a bear at the command ot .'' their nJaster, but gentle and kind-looking when not on du ty As the scout and Indian approached, the hounds sprang up and whined a welcome, at the same time an a .ccompaniment with1 their tails by pounding their ribs. "vVell, Pompey, you are sunning yourself, I see, and. enjoying the vast scene spread out before you," said the scout, riding up. "Yas, massa, I'se looking at de map of de Lord, and wonderin' why dem redskins is 'lowed . to 'habit dis country; but I means no 'fense .. to de Big Thunder, and he so11, de Red .Hound, who is 'spectabl e I.njuns : ' ' ,r. "Big Thunder Is-reat chief, Red Hound great brave, Black Lion big chief, White Chief more bigger than all," said the Indian, 111 reply, motioning first to }limself, then: refe1 :1:i11g to nex' t to the negro, by t lje and last speaking of the scout. "Yas, sah, I'se a full-blood nigger, (,lnd a big chief1 . . -. too," said the negro, glancing at his h uge for m wi t h a chuckle. t . He was dressed as was Big Thunder,. and s imilarly armed, h i s r ifle leaning against the log fort; his ...... + was open, g nerous, and dari11g, and he \;Jas as brave as a 1 i o n and was greatly feared by both Sioux and renegades. ... ; ... 1' N f-t \ Vhere is the Red Hound, P'ompey?" l "He on de top of de hill, sah; he tell me you was corn in' some t ime ago; buf whar you horse, massa, and ,,;har you git in you ) roLi a boy, Hiinks she has the to sc o ld' ; but now iook 'to

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THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. 11 horses, feed them well, and have them ready in about three hours for all four of us must start on tllte trail. "I' goin', too, massa ?" "Yes, and Big Thunder and his son also; Dinah can take care of the cave, for we will some of us get back by Ah, here comes Red Hound!" The negro walked awa y to obey the scout's orders and at the same time there came down the steep hill side an Indian warrior. He was a fine specimen of his race, and, like his father, was one of the remnants of a one mighty people, who had been driven from piliar to post by the whites, until they had at last wandered from the Atlantic' s shores to the prairies of the far West. ''"Well, honey, you back 'gin?" suddenly said a kind voice behind the scout, as he stood talking to Red Hound. "Yes, Aunt Dinah, I am home again; but we are all going to leave you soon, for a day or two, for the renegades have captured Dancing Star," said the scout, kindly, offering his hand to an aged negro woman who stood in the door of the cave. "Dey's always up to some devilment; but you must have somtin' to eat, chile and somtin' to carry wid you, s o you jist lie down and take a leetle nap, while de old 'oman git you some breakus. \i\Thar dat lazy debil Pompey, I wonder? In course he ain't here now, when he know I want some wood. I wish de Injuns scalp he wooJJy head some time jist to scare him ; he he he! I guess de Black Lion stick he tail a tween his legs and run home like de debil, den!" and laughing at the idea she pictured, the old negress waddled away to collect wood to build a fire. Shortly after noon the scout and his three com panions freshly mounted and armed to the teeth, rode fprth from the valley to endeavor to rescue the Star from the clutches of her captora. CHAPTER LXXVII. TO THE RESCU E OF DANCI N G STA R. At a swift gait Buffalo Bill and his followers rode on, Red Hound leading and the others coming be hind in Indian file. After a ride of twenty miles they came to a nar row gulch or pass leading between two hills, and an examination of the grou. nd p rove d tha t the r enegades had not passed on to"their forest fortress yet. "So far good! Now, Big Thunder, you and the Red Hound wi11 take the right-hand side of the pass, and the Black Lion and myself will hold the left. When the renegades come in range I will give my warwhoop, and then we will all fire together, and then charge upon them, firing as we advance. Be careful not to injure the Dancing "Me understand," quietly responded the chief, and he rode away to a thick clump of trees upon the right of the pass, while the scout and Pompey took up a position on the left. "They have had ample time to reach here; ha! they are coming now," and as the sce>ut spoke there was heard the distant sound of a man's voice, singing g negro melody. "Him will sing on de oder side o' his jaw 'fore long," said Pompey, looking at his weapons and seating himself more firmly in his saddle. "We were just in time. I thought they would be certain to come by this pass, for if the Pawnees caught them with their adopted daughter, they would instantly endeavor to rescue her," muttered the scout, speaking more to himself than to his com panion. Presently around a bend in the mad came half-a dozen horsemen, four white men and two Indians, and cme 0 .the former 5till shoutctd forth his song in ne unmusical voic:e.

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1 2 THE BU ff f\LO BJLL Quietly they were permitted to pass on, and be hind them followed a motley crowd, consisting of both whites and redskin several Indian warriors and squaws of the Pawnee nation, bound upon the backs of horses. and. mounted upon a spirited little sorrel was Lhe Dancing Star, her feet firmly bound beneath the belly of the horse. Behind were a number of horses the renegades had stolen, and bringing up the rear were half-a dozen Dog Soldiers. In all there were about forty men; but that made no difference to Buffalo Bill, for he had come t attempt the rescue of the Indian maiden, and he would not allow numbers to deter him. The band of marauders were too near their forest retreat to dread clanger, and wholly unsuspecting they were straggling along, scattered into a long line. Suddenly there pierced forth a wild and terrible warcry, followed i111mediately by a series of prolonged yells from either side of the pass, and at the same time the repeating rifles (the date of this story is laid about the time that repeating rifles were first introduced upon the frontier) of the four ambushed men began to rattle forth their deadly hail, causing many a warrior to drop to the ground, and throwing the whole line into confusion. In the narrow pass there was little chance for de fense from an unseen foe, and the enemy not knowing the number of their enemies hastily decamped, and like a whirlwind the armed quartette was upon them. A few of the renegades rallied and delivered a few shots hastily, but like a human tornado the scout and his daring followers swept over them, and in two minutes' time the prisoners were released from their bonds, Dancing Star was again free, and with rapid flight the party dashed away. After a rapid run of several miles Scout Buffalo Bill halted, and, pointing to a trail, said, turnihg to the released Pawnee warriors and squaws: "Yonder trail leads to the Pawnee L et my friends hasten ere the dogs are again on their track, for the steeds of the renegades are swift. .. "The chief of the paleface braves has spoken well. He has taken the Pawnee braYes and their women from their enemies, and the council lodge of the na tion shall ever burn bright for his coming. Let the Pawnee warriors touch the hand of the great chief, whose enemies flee before him as the leaves whirl from the path of the wind," and Dancing Star held forth her hand to the scout. She was a maiden of scarcely seventeen, and a fairer child of the prairies never met the gaze of man, and conscious of her beauty, many was the brave warrior who had bowed before her and begged her to become his wife. Her figure was graceful, flexible. rounded by openair exercise, vvhile her skin had Jess of the reel hue of her people, and was soft and clear. Her features were not marked, but regular, and there was an expression of timid loveliness upon the face foreign to the Indian race. She was handsomely dressed in a suit of her own adroit workmanship, beaded moccasins, fringed leg gings, headdress and all, and in her beaded girdle stuck a dirk knife, a pre ent' from the scout a year before, and of which her captors had not robbed her. Dancing Star was supposed to be a half-breed Sioux maiden, the child of a chief's daughter, and some of the gay young gallants at the fort; but that was not certain. True it was, ho\\'ever, that she loved the palefaces far more than she did the Sioux, and had deserter! her tribe to become the adopted daughter of the Pawnees, who were at peace with the palefaces, and a far nobler race than were the Indians who claimed her. For her desertion the Sioux had pronounced the sentence of death upon her, if taken, and many were the snares laid to entrap the maiden, who eluded them up to the time of her capture by the renegades and their Dog Soldier allies, \vhen she was returning from the hills \\'here was the home of Buffalo Dill, whither she had to warn that

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THE BUff J\lO BILL STORIES. 1 3 the Sioux were on the warpatb, for so reporterl the Pavvnee braves. Having often seen the scout and his follmvei:s in the Pawnee village, Dancing Star had taken a great fancy to them all, and though awed by the great fame of the scout, she had often sat by the hour listening to his stories of the Janel of the palefaces, until she longed to be a maiden with white skin and sunny locks Determined to prov e to the great scout, after the m any services he bad rendered her aCiopted people, the Pawnees, that a maiden could dare much to warn him of danger to the palefo,ces, s he had sought the hills where she knew he had his retreat, and had m e t Big Thunder, to whom she had told all. It was upon her return that she dashed unex into the renegade carnp, and was taken, in spite of the speed of her horse, which had been presented to her by Major Ray, in return for '! handsome suit of buckskin she had madeand worked for him. CHAPTER LXXVIII. A D UEL WlTH /' SIOUX BRA VE. l{aving now explained why Buffalo Bill was anxious to rescue the brave Indian girl from her perilous bondage, we will continue the conversation be tween the two, when they came to where the trails divided, the one leading toward the distant Pawn;;c village, and the other to the hills where the scout al lies had his retreat:'. In.answer to the strain of Dancing Star, the scout replied: "The Pawnees' pet, the star of the forest a1;d rairie, is a noble maiden, and the Scout of the lains thanks her for what s he did for him, and soon he will visit the village of her people, and tell t h e braves that they have a girl-warrior in their tribe. "Now let the Dancing Star and her people fly and each their village, for the rer:egades will be on their rack." "The great chief h:!s spoken; the braves and the squaws of tl i e Pawnees will fly from their enemi e s, for they are powerless to protect themselves; the y have no arms." "Here; let the Dancing Star take the wh irling pap poose gun of the scout; it shall be her own," a n d the scout handed the maiden a beautiful silver-mo unted revoher of the smaller size, which he drew from his breast pocket. The eyes of the maiden fairly danced with delight, as she took the weapon, and then, as she had seen the officers' wives at the fort do, when their h usbands rode she tl;rew him a kiss, and, like a redskin coquette as she was, trilled forth a perfect ri ll of laughter and clashed away, followed by the released braves and squaws who had been surprised on a hunting-trip near their village. "Now, Big Thunder, we will wait here, and give the renegades a check, ere we return to our retreat," said the scout, and, secreting themselves in a favor able place, they awaited the coming of the enemy, whom they felt assured would rally and give chase as soon as 'they had made t,tp their ri1inds how very few their assailants were. A half hour passed, and a squadron clashed in sight, some twenty men, comprising both Indians and whites, and rapidly they came along, determined to overhaul and punish the daring foes vvho had thus. robbed them of their captives. "All together! fire!" Four rifles flashed forth at the order of Buffalo Bill, and rapidly came shot after shot into the very thick of the enemy, while the well-known and terrible warcries of the daring quartet spread, terror into the ranks. "Now for another rally and a bold charge," cried the scout, and like partridges before a hunter the renegade band' scattered, ,firing a few hasty shots, and every man striving to save himself as he wheeled in the back track toward their forest retreat. Qui_ c kly Buffalo Bill came to the rightabout, and confronted a flying savage, rais _ing his pistol as t h e Indian drew back his tomahawk. The pistol fl.ashed as the Indian hurled his weapo n,

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14 il'HE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. and ootn aims were true, for the warrior was shot through the brain, and his tomahawk struck the scout in the head, felling him like a log from his horse. The Black Lion saw his chief fall and rushed for ward, sprang from his horse, and, approaching the 'dead Indian, cried: "I never done skulp an Injun yit, but I skulp you, kase you done slewed my massa," and with one blow of his heavy knife he .opened the Indian's skull, for Pompey was not an expert at scalping, being opposed to removing "de har of any gen;ima n, for de Lord had put it thar to stick," he said. Raising the scout in his powerful arms, he found that he was apparently lifeless; but the pulse still beat faintly, and he mounted his horse, and, carrying him before him
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THE BUFF 1\LO BILL STORIES 15 city people though they were, the Dunhams could not but enjoy the freedom of their new home, while Captain Dunham was greatly relieved by hi o not hav ir:g to worry. over business affairs, and daily became .younger looking. Yray Dunham had certainly won the hearts of all in the settlement, and deservedly so, and a score of young men were willing to lay down their lives for her. But friends to all not' one could boast of being more to her, and, as misery loYes company, it is s aid, they had to be content. Of the Sc o u t Buffalo Bill May Dunham had asked much, aJ1d. she was sure that he and no other it h;;d been who had rescued her from death in the surf at Long Branch. She was anxious to again meet him that she might thank him for the great service then rendered. Lone Dick, the guide, who had guided the wagon train of pioneers westv v ard, was the one that May Dunham went to and .questioned about Buffalo Bill. The guide had made his home in the Dunham settlement, and \Yhen the Indian scare w a s over he returned there. He told M a y of his meeting with Buffalo Bill the night that the latter had given the warning to Cap tain Dunham, and having met Big Thunder and Red Hound on the trail, learned of the attack of the renegades on the scout, the second attack at his cabin, the res cue of Dancing Star and the severe woundi n g with the tomaha wk by the warrior whom he. had shot dead a s the \Yeapon left his hand. Much more of the remarkable man did May Dunham learn and she a sked: Now tell me Guide Lone Dick, do you know if Scout Cody ever went East?" "He went once, some two years ago, miss, he old me." "_<\nd where does he live?" 'His real h 'ome is 111 Nebraska, where his wife lives when not with him at the forts." "His wife? cried May Dunham. "Yes, miss; he's married, and a beautiful woman he's got for a wife," answered Lone Dick. May sighed, but said: "Well, duty demands that we should go to him now; he is wounded, and if my father and I go, can you guide us there?" Yes, miss; but. "itj s'rdangerous work for you to go. "It' is a duty to see that he is cared for and com fortable. I will speak to my fathe'r about it." But thaf day Major Ray appeared at the fort and, after receiving a warm welcome froni May and her father, he said: "I am on my \vay to s 'ee Cody at his den as he is wounded. "He rescued two negroes from the Sibux 0!1ce, a man and a woman, whose settlement was \Vlpecl out, and these two, with a giant Indian chief and his son, have a retreat in the mountains, and there Cody often goes when scouting, for the four idolize him and he calls them his allies. "Now I rode on ahead of my escort but I brought with me Surgeon Danforth and an ambulance, pro tected by a troop of calavry, and we shall bring Buf falo Bill this far at least." "I am delighted to hear this, Major Ray, for I 1\"a s going to ask father to go to the scout's retreat, taking m e along, and see that he was cared for, as he was the man who re s cued me at Long Branch." 'No! Can it be possible? "Then Cody again raises the estimate I hold of him s aid Major Ra y Soon a fter the major suggeste d to May that should go with him to the cabin of Lone Dick . whom he wished to engage as guide to the retreat of Buf falo Bill, and s he willingl y consented. ''In the forts, on the prairies and in the mountains, They found the guide at home, and upon their re1iss." turn they seated themselves upon a fallen tree. in th e "But he surel y has a home, other than the prairies edge of some heavy timber, and Major Ray, in an nd mountains?" earnest manner that r evealed deep f e eling, told the \

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I THE BUF f l\LO BILL STORIES. maiden now fondlv he loved her, and asked her to become his wife Her answer was upon her lips, for long had she cared for the handsome soldier, though fifteen years her senior in years, when suddenly she sprang to her feet at sight of a dozen horsemen, who darted out from the cover of the timber, and suddenly confronted them. Major Ray also sprang to his feet; but resistance was vain; they were at once seizeCt, bound, and borne away prisoners in full sight of half a hundred settlers, who were startled from their work by: one loud and thrilling cry from May Dunham, ere she was carried off by her captors. CHAPTER LXXX. VISITORS WITH SAD TIDINGS. At length Buffalo Bill was fully recovered, but anxious to regain his strength wholly before going again upon the warpath, he lingered around his re trtat for several days longer than was really neces sary. Seated one afternoon, toward sunset, in front of his log fort, Red Hound suddenly appeared, coming rapidly down from the hilltop, and upon approaching. the scout, he reported two paleface horsemen and a horsewoman coming toward the retreat. "Strange! Who can they be?" murmured the iCOUt. "Me tink squaw am Dancing Star," replied Red Hound. "Indeed! What can she want, I wonder? Well, Red Hound, see who they are, and if it is the Dancing Star and her friends, let them come on." "Me will," replied the Indian, and he hastily darted away toward the narrow passageway leading to the retreat, while the scout, to guard against surprise, called to Big Thunder and Pompey, who were gardening down in the valley. Dropping their agricultural implements, the two hastened up the hill, and the sco ut. h av ing informed them of the report of Red Hom1cl, they hastily sadaled up the four horses, and were soon in readiness for battle, should it come to blows, upon the appearance of their strange visitors. A half-hour passed, and then the Reel Houn
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THE BUFFAL O B ILL S T ORIES. I ) 17 you "ere wounded, and he had with him a troop of cm alry, his surgeon and an ambulance. "But the major rode on ahead and was home in advance of his escort. "Last night the surgeon came in with the am.bu lance and reported that the captain of the troop had discovered a fresh Indian trail of a large band ing toward the Hillside settlement, and deemed it his duty to follow it. "Such i5-. the situation, Mr. Cody, and in my distress I again appeal to you, for now I know you to be the man who once before saved my daughter's life This long explanation was given quietly and in a distinct voice, and yet it could be seen how cleep was the inward suffering of Captain Dunham, and that he looked to Buffalo Bill as the only one who couid save his daughter and the officer. The eyes of the scout were seen to glitter with a deadly Ii&"ht, and his chest heaved, but his voice was strangely calm as he replied: "Mr. Dunham, you have my full sympathy, and shall have the aid of myself and followers." "I knew you would say this, sir, and Lone Dick and Dancing Star offered their services." "Start as soon as you can, and meet me at the Sunset Valley settlement. Red Hound!" "The Red Hound' listens," and the Indian brave stepped forward. "Go to the village of the paleface warriors, the sons of the Great Father at washington, and tell the commandant that Major Ray is in the hands of the renegades, and that Cody, the Scout, wishes a squad ron of cavalry to aid him to retake him. Stay! Gi_ve him this note," and hastily scribbling a line and giving it to the Indian, away the young brave darted, to mount his horse and obey his chief. "Hold, Reel Hound! Guide the white warriors at once to the Sunset Valley settlement." "The Red Hound has heard," cried the Indian, and he disappeared upon his errand. "Now, Captain Dunham, that no chance may be missed to bring utter annihilation upon this band of inhuman prairie marauders, I will let my man here, called Pompey in peaceful times, but the Black Lion when on the warpath, guide you at once to the settlement, where you will raise a numoer of the younger settler and when the Pawnees and soldiers arrive, the Black Lion will guide you to the forest ''She is always doing some noble act! Big Thun-where Malo, the Mexican, has his quarters, and there der !" "What says the white chief?' "The renegades have carried to their forest fort two of my friends." "Let the white chief tell Big Thunder what to do, and he will do it." "\Vell do I know that, my friend. Get ready for the warpath, you and the Reel Hound." "Is you gwine to leab dis nigger out, massa ?" "No, Pompey, you are too good a fighter to leave behind,'' smilingly replied the scout, and the negro, with a glad chuckle, darted away to prepare for the trip, which he knew well would be one of danger. "Now, Lone Dick, after yon have rested and re freshed yourself. you will return with the Dancing Star to the village of her people, and tell them that cout Buffalo Bill needs a hundred of their bravest warriors to go on the warpath with him. I will join you, for Big Thunder and myself will leave here to-night and fully reconnoiter the renegades position by the time you arrive. "It is useless to urge haste, I suppose." "Yes, for I will use all dispatch. Poor May! what a terror must her situation be to her," sadly said Captain Dunham. "I trust ere long she will be free, and if harm be fall her, I swear that none of that renegade band shall live upon the face of the earth to pollute it with their presence." Fiercely spoke Buffalo Bill, and all present knew he would keep his word. An hour more, and Lone Dick and Dancing Star had departed for the Pawnee village, and Captain Dunham and the Black Lion for the settlement at Sunset Valley, the scout having bade the negro bring his best horse, Satan, with him.

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1 8 THE BUFF /\LO STORIES. After packing up a goodly s uppl y of prov i s i o ns prepared by Dinah, the scout bade the old woman good-by, and, accompanied by Big Thunder, rode away in the leavi11g the negress seated in the entrance to the cabin, calml y smoking her pipe with a larg e cat purring in her lap and one of the hounds squatting upon e a ch side of her. Gu ided b y the light of a new moo n the scout and the chief rode silently alon g, and e re the e astern skie s grew gray beneath the a p proa ch of d ay light, they had reach e d the timbe r Janel wherein Malo the Mex ican and his rene g ades h ad their stronghold. Seeking a saf e a nd s eclud e d co\'ert, the t\Yo men rolled themsel v es in blankets to sle e p a \Yay the yet remaining hours of darkne ss, for th ey w ell knew that the morrow \\'ould u sher in s cen(!s o f d a r ing and danger to them. CHAPTER LXXXL MALO, 'l'II MEXICAN. The horsemen who had made prisoners of Major Ray and May Dunham were indeed a band of renegades, and mounting their captives upon horse s, one of which wore a lady's side saddle strange to say they dashed off at a rapid rate, taking a trail leading along the bank of the ri,er. Finding that resistance was useless May with all her co .urage and anger aroused, defiantly to her fate, and rode on between two of her captors, men looking in every way capable of committing any crime without compunctions of con s cience. To feel' that she was not alon e in her misery that s he could look to Major Ray for sympa t hy and aid, somewhat cheered lier;-for s he knew him to be a brave man, a thorough plai ns man, and his cool anrl indifferent face, a s he da s hed along between two renegades, gave her r ene\ved courag e and hope that something in their favor would yet tra n s pire. Why she had been seized or wha t was to be her fate, she to think, and banishing the thought, she nerved herself to bear bravely every evil that might befall For S C \ Cral hours the cavalcade rode on, the renegades, like their prisoners, silent and :he darkness preventing their faces from being seen; but this was, perhaps, a relief, for there was not one countenance amdng the whole number that was not stamped with Yil la iny. Having at length reached a heav y piece of timlYer, an
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, THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. 19 The top of this formidable stockade wall was fringed with sharp iron spikes, making it impossible for a man to scale it from the outside. Within the inclo su re, forming square barracks, were the cabins of the renegades, one fronting on the banks of the stream, and being more imposing than the others, was the quarters of Malo, and thither the prisoners were conducted, May noticing, as she rode along, nearly a hundred men, Indians and whites, lounging idly around, and regarding both I herself and Major Ray with curious eyes. Dismounting at the cabin a negro girl of twenty advanced and showed May into a large and comfortable bedroom, furnished in a style she had little expected to see in that outlaw frontier home, and she was glad to bathe her burning face, and throw her weary limbs down to rest. From the negress she could learn nothing more than was necessary for her personal comfort, and she gave up in despair, although the girl had a bright, handsome face, and seemed out of place there amonp those lawless men; but she was afraid to speak, doubtless of her master and his men, even if s he had the inclination so to do. Later in the day May was brought in a really deli cion s repast, prepared by the negress, and she partook of it with considerable relish. "vVhe r e is Major Ray?" asked May of the girl. "Don't ask me nothing, missy; you see I can't say nothing to yo u 'bout does tings; but you just keep quiet and all will come right, 'cause you ain't friend les-s, I tell you; now don't say no more." The negress spoke in a quiet, subdued tone, ancl her words were balm to poor May. "He am not here, m1ssy ; he be back to-morrow and I tell him. "Very well; tell him I wouid see him as soon as he arrives." Slowly the hours dragged along to poor May, and the evening of the third day of her captivity, as she was seated at the open window, a horseman dashed up whose appearance at once attracted her attention. He was mounted upon the very blood bay which Buffalo Bill had taken in the motte, where he had been attacked by the five renegades, and the same animal that had escaped from him when the blow of the Indian's tomahawk struck him from the sad dle. A m a n sprang forward and took the bridle-rein of the horseman, who immediately ascended the steps of his cabin. He was a man of a tall and commanding figure, and stepped with a quick, military tread. He was attired in a suit of buckskin, trousers and sack coat, profusely fringed and handsomely worked with beads and quills. His pants were stuck in large cavalry boots, armed with heavy spurs, and upon his head he.wore a huge slouch hat, turned up on the left side and encircled by a band of gold braid. His weapons consisted of two silver-mounted re volvers and a knife stuck in an army belt, and around his waist was also a red silk sash. The face of the man was nearly hidden by an enormous black beard, and an abundance of long, dark hair that fell to his shoulders; but the forehead was bold, the nose straight, and the eyes peculiarly ex-. The night came, and, fatigued with her long and pressive and fiery. hard ri(.le, May slept soundly through, it, until the folSuch was 1\!Ialo, the Mexican1 the renegade chief, a lowing morning when the negress awakened her, and man of whom nothing was known as to his former the bright sunshine was streaming into her room. life, and w ho had turned up a number of years be" I would see your chief, Malo, so please tell him_, fore upon the frontier, coming none knew for I cannot bear this s uspense longer," said May where, and had soon won for himself a reputation for to the girl, after she had made he1: toilet and eaten cruelty of vvhich an Indian warrior might haYe been breakfast. proud .

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' 20 THE BUFFALO BltL STORIES ; Entering the cabin, he tappe d lighll y at the doo r of May"s room, and was bidden to come in. Bowing with politeness, and adYan c ing with a graceful manner that surprised the maiden in one of such a character, for she had expected to see a fero cious ruffian he said in a strang ely pleasant voice: "Miss Dunham, the fortunes, or rat he r, to you, the misfortunes of border life, hav e m a de you my guest; I trust you have received every attention and respect." "Of that I will not complain, sir, since I have been b e n eath your roof. The disre spect shown me wa s in tearing me f'!"o m mv h o me and fri e nd s .'' 'l\Iiss Dunham, I regret exceedi n gl y to have had to u s e force with you; but it was ne c e ssary; my iut entions regarding you I will not no\\" state, as a c onversation held with Major Ray place s affairs in a new light." "And that is-" "Simply, he has often don e me a service, Miss Dunham-in fact, an act of hi s s aved my life and I cannot do otherwise now than to release you with him, as he informs me you are his promised wife." Surprise at the assertion of Major Ray overcame May's foresight at his reason for saying so, and, while the hot blood rushed into her face, she replied: "Major Ray had no right to tell you so, for I am not his promised wife." "This alters the case; then you will have to become the mistress of my humble forest home. Anger kept May from fainting away, and for a moment she believed her heart would break; but re cdvering herself, she said, in a tone of deep imploring: "Surely you could not be guilty of so foul a crime !" "You will either haYe to marry M ajor Ray here thi s day-f o r I boas t a pries t among my dev ili s: 1 crew of cutthroats-or. he s hall be released, and you will remain as my prize in the lottery of matrimony, a nd t e n to one I will get a shrew to tame." The look May Dunham bent upo n the man befor.:! h e r w as one of commingled contempt and dread, whil e s h e said: "Does Major Ray know the terms you offer me?'' "He does not." "Then my answer is that ere I become your w ifo I would t a k e m y own life!" M a y Dunham. I have sought yo u b y fair means, and I failed; I hav e begged for yonr lov e as a h ound whines for a caress from hi s m as t ers hand, and you have spurned my love. "Now, I will trifle no longer, for I hav e sworn you shall be mine, and I never break an oath whete i-: suits me to keep ode. "Now, May Dunham, proud and penmless beauty, behold the renegade chief, Malo, in hi s true character of Roger Harold, your rejected suitor of years ago." The huge hat was removed, the wig of long, curl ing hair, and heavy beard, were torn away, and the handsome face was indeed revealed. V\Tith a cry of horror May staggered backward, and gazed upon the exulting, cruel countenance be fore her, no longer wearing its mask of honor and dignity. "You, Roger Harold, are Malo, the renegade chief?" whispered May. "Ay, May Dunham, I am Malo, called the Mexican, and well has the disguise served me, for here in this forest fastness I have kept a band of outlaws, who have enriched me. "Before the world's eye I am an honest man living upon the order of the savage country, while secretly

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I THE BUFFALO BILL S T ORIES 21 I am the chief of a band of reckless devil s whom I lead upon some raid every now and then, and leave them to look after themselves when duty calls me, f here to none do I ha Ye to account for my num. erus absences. "Yes, I \\ as :\Ialo the renegade. when I sought [our hand in the States, and had you become my vife, I would have retired from my nefarious life; ut you discarded my love and I still the e e p game I was playing too much ever to give it 1p. ''\\.hen poverty overtook you. and you followed he Star of Empire, you came into the lion's den, hongh I did not then know that your family was 'ith the train of emigrants I attacked. :Now you know me, and shall know that I laid the Ian to get you into my power that day did you re use my love. I succeeded, and I now say if you will become ny ,,ife I will relinquish my evil life. and leave this lood-stain e d country; if you refuse and mark my l.1ay Dunham, I will force you to remain ere as my wife. "Yon ha\'e two days to consider my proposal." So saying, the renegade resumed his disguise anrl trode from the room, leaving poor May almost 1 azed by what she had heard, and in a perfect stupor f terror. CHAPTER LXXXII. Here they secreted themselves, and patiently awaited for perhaps three. hours, when an Indian horseman was seen approaching, and as he drew near the ambushed scout carefully took his long lariat from his saddle, and with a quick and dexterous movement sent it over the shoulders of the surprised and frightened Indian, who was jerked from his sad dle to the ground, while Big Thunder rushed forth and seized his horse ere he could dash away. Quickly the Indian was borne back from the trail into the deepest recesses of the woods, and sitting oppos ite to him Buffalo Bill said, speaking in the Sioux tongue, for the prisoner belonged to that tribe: "Now tell me all you know about Malo, the Mexi can, and his stronghold." "The Reel Arrow is a great chief; he betrays not his friends," proudly replied the Indian. "You are a great liar and villaih; but you are not talking to a child, but to one who knows all your ning, and I swear, by the Great Manitou of your na tion, that I will paint your cheeks black, tear your scalp from your head, and send you, to your people as a squaw, for a warrior without a scalp would be laughed at, and in the happy hunting grounds the 1\!Ianitou would believe him a pappoose." The face of the Il1clia11 turned an ashen hue, and a look of terror came into his eyes for well he knew the ignominy of a scalpless brave and to save him self from shame, he said, sullenly: "vVhat would the white chief know?" "Has Malo not lately taken a maiden captiYe, and Bu FF AL o BILL' s s T G Y. a great white warrior, from the settlement at Sunset \\Then the morning broke in the forest, where the Valley?" cout and Big Thunder were encamped, they arose, The Indian gave a noel of as s ent. efreshecl by their Jeep, and after eating a substan"How many renegades are there in the stockade?" al meal, quietly took their way toward the trail After a moment the chief replied by holding up his adinir to the reneg:ade fort. hands <>e, eral times, to denote thirty.

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22 THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES "How many Dog Soldiers?" and I will lasso the one on the off side, and ere the A like number of fingers were held qp as before. man in the center can escape, we will be upon him.'' "How many other Indians, Sioux and Loupes, are "Chief wise; me do as he say," quietly responded there?" Big Thunder, getting his bow and arrow in readi-The prisoner explained, and the scout replied: ness. "Good! He has a few men less than a hundredmore than I expected. "Now, my redskinned devil, when you wish to re ,turn into the stockade-say by night-how do you do so?" "Me ride horse," said the cunning savage, speaking for the first in fair English. 'None of your native wit, sir, or it may sharpen my scalping-knife." "How do you approach the stockade?" "Me give bark of cayote; den me give note of night bird; den me whistle." r I "Good! Then you can ride up to tlie stockade?" "Yes. "Then what do you say to get the gate open?" "Me d o so," and the Indian struck three raps upon the trunk of a tree with his fist. "Now, my forest child, I am going to tie you, and if you have deceived me, look out for squalls." "Me chief; me tongue no crooked." "No, you are a virtuous m0issionary, in your own estimation, and the paleface sca l ps you have at your belt you would try and make me believe you purchased for a hair switch for your wife, when you vis ited the Great Father at Washington; anyhow, I will tie you here until my return." L eaving the Indian secure l y bound and gagged, tkc sccmt again returned to his ambuscade, and ere very l ong three horsemen were seen approaching, whose appearance proved they were whites. "Big Thunder, two of those fellows we must take a l i ve, so y o u draw your arrow upon the nearest one, I Presently the three horsemen were nearly abreast of the spot, little suspecting danger so near their stockade, and laughing and chatting away as though no crimes disturbed them. A whiz a whir, and lariat and arrow sped for ward, the former settling firmly around the horse man farthest off, and the latter seeking the heart of the renegade nearest'. Ere the startled man in the center could turn, two forms darted from the thick timber, and he was seized, and with his lassoed companions securely bound. "Big Thunder, 10ok after that dead body, and fol low with the horses; I will take care of these worthies," said Buffalo Bill, driving the two prisoners before him, while the chief modestly scalped the man he had slain, and then obeyed Having conducted the captives back into the for est, and tied one to a tree, the scout led the other some distance aside, and when Big Thunder came up the man really believed his last hour had come, and was blanched with fright. "You are a Catholic, I believe?" said the scout, glancing into his Irish face. "Yis, yer riverence-I mane yer honor. Oh, the howly Moses, what is it yez after being?" "I am one who like to have you die with a chance to confess to a priest all your crimes, that ;YOU may get absolution; if you tell me the truth, you will have that opportunity ere you shuffle off 0this mortal coil; if you tell me a lie, I will kill you without mercy, and the devil will your soul."

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I-' THE BUFF A L O BILL 23 ".Mither of :Moses! but it's mesilf that is t? have I hsird time! Ocbone what will my poor dead mither she_ h .ears __ her boy i s becon1e a pet b f the divil ?" "Stop yot'lr parley, sir, and tell me the truth." 'I'J( tell yer the truth, or a lie, jist as yer hon.or lases [ ... me the truth and you die Chris-1 1an; he to me, and you shall die like a dog. .:But how i s yer honor _to knovv whither I tell the ruth or a lie?'", ''I shall keep you a prisonet until I find out." "The Lord lo,e you, and the divil avoid you, Tacl lie but it's yersilf has got to Le after spak no the truth this t irne if yez niver did sich a bles si d e hing afore in all yer life." In melancholy strain the son of E r in had spoken, and his ludicrous face greatly amusetl the scout, and even Big Thunder Th-en' the scout pioceeded to ask th(! sau1e que<>-.. "' ions he had put to the -Indian and the answers were u s ub t .ance al)out the same, excepting the 1an said there fully a and fifty men elonging to the band. ; ..... B,inding and gagging him securely, Big Thunder hen carried him to whe_re the Indian lay, and the bird prisoner came}n for his share. of catechism. This worth y was also a foreign American, for he as a good-looking young German, who --_, ...
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24 THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. were then minutely given, .and the .party achanced ih the darkness to the heavy gateway. The three raps were given, the heavy door swung open, and with a bound of his horse, Buffalo Bill was in the enclosure, while a shot from his pistol laid the sen tihel dead. their opponents, i,mtil the scout beheld Malo; -the Mexican. \Vith a cry for aid, which his three immediate companions well knew, he rode toward the spot. Th' e Black Lion, Big Thunder and Red Houn l supported him, like an irresistible torrent, they I t tl l f 11 cl b 1 f swept into the renee-ades' ranks, scatterin!r and ns an y 1e was o owe y 11s our compamons, who rallied round the gateway, and loud and thrilltrampling them down. ing were their while the thundering charge of the attacking party, added to the warwhoops of the Pawnees, the cries of the settler s, and cheers of the cavalry, made it seem like a torrent. of devils turned loose. The shot and the warcry of the scout had aroused .., the sleeping renegades, and they rushed from their cabins arms in hand, little dreaming that the enemy was within the enclosure. Rapidly the daring little quintette \\: ho held the g'ate undeceive1 them, and fifty men rushed upon the brave invaders to beat them back. But they met men of iron nen-e and deadly eye, and a terrific hand-to-hand fight ensued, Buffalo Bill pouring a circle of fire around him with his rapidlydischarging revoh ers, and Satan viciously pawing all before him. Malo sprang back upon the balcony of his cabi;1, and with a knife in one hand and a revolYer in the other, barred the way. With a thrilling cry the scout sprang to the ground, and rushed upon him with drawn knife. Down your revolver, coward, and meet me blade to blade!'' cried Buffalo Bill, a11d the glittering knives clashed together; there was a circle of light, from which golden sparks flew, and Malo was htlrled back, and the scout drove his knife into his broad bosom, with a crunching sound, which, if once heard, will never be forgotten. A shriek of agony, and Malo the renegade chief, was dead. I' Gradualh the sound of battle-revelry died away and ere long the stockade fort was won, though many a slaughferecl renegade lay round, to pro\'-::' Big Thunder \viel
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T H E BUFFALO BILL STORIES. 26 Among the slain were several settlers, a few sol-you and your father to tak"e o ld .Aunt Dinan, for n o w iers,_ and a number of Pawnees; but a sad blow had my retreat is broken u p and P ompey will als o go to ome upon the smail party of Buffalo Bill's home, the settlement." or Big Thunder had fallen, after proving himself il "We will be glad to h ave them both with u s," s ai d iant in battle, and in defense of his father's scalp the Captain Dunham, while May added: rave Red Hound had died at the hands of the_ Dog "And Dancing Star is to live in the valley s ettle -oldier S1oux. ment, for I believe that Lone Dick h a s asked h e r ta, Thus had passed away the last of a once mighty be his wife." ace, driven by the whites from the camp-ground and i>'raves of their grandfathers, to, in th.e end, fall ravely, fighting for the palefaces who had injured I hem. B'...lt. then. 111 boyhood the scout and Red Hound ere friends, and Big Thunder had ever found a 10me in the cabin of the paleface companion of his on, for he had no tribe or people of his own, and I\: henbhe scout became a prairie-rover the father and on }\ad willingly joined him. l In a room of the cabin of : Malo a smal 1 group haJ athered, consisting of Buffalo 1lajor Ralph Fay, Dunham and May, whose face, though oale, was joyous over her release. "Mr. Cody," said May Dunham, earnestly, "I now you nmv, and that a second time I O\Ye my life o you. "Good! Dick is a fine f ellow, ana D ancing S t ar, will make him a good wif e," sai d Cody. "And I shall make a small military post of this Jaw retreat, and thu s have another check on the Sioux, said Major Ray. * * * Time passed away after the capture of the r e negade fort, and brought many changes upon the frontier homes. Many cabins dotted the valley, hillside ana banks of Sunset Valley, and the Hlley was smiling with crops. Upon a pleasant, moonlit autumn evening the settlement was joyous over a wedding, for Major Ray was to Jead to the altar .the beautiful May Dunham A scene of darkness was then to follow, for Pom-"Do not speak of it, Miss Dunham."' modestly said pey the roaring Black Lion of the hills, had per-he scout. 'And I owe my life to you, Cody, for that man was r o !\lexican, but an old foe and ri\ a l of mine by the lame of Roger Harold, and he frankly told me that ne _intended t.o hang me and marry Miss Dunham; so ou see the s plendid you "And )[r. Cody. I \yis h t.o a&.k, xo. u to let me take ucy, the negress, with me. for she was kind to me and a c:ipti,-e besides," May .Dunam. "Certainly, Miss Dunham, for I \\"as going to ask suaded Luc)', .. once' the' captivt! servant of the o 1tlaw chief, to become the "lion's share" of himself. It was a joyous wedding party, and none present for one moment regretted that they were settlers on the frontier, notwithstanding the perils and adve1 .1-ttires of a life on border, never has Mrs. Ray had cause to regret the hour when she was rescued from a watery grave at Long Branch and from the power of t he "Terror of the Plains" by Buffalo B ill. TO BE CONTINUED.

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LOOK AT THIS, BOYS! 19 PRIZES. I ANECDOTE PRIZE CONTEST II WHO HAS HAD THE MOST EXCITING EXPERIENCE ? THAT'S the idea, boys. You have all had some narrow escapes, scme dangerous adventures in your liv Perhaps it was the CaJ:"sizing of a boat, or the of a cliff, or a close shave in a burning building or somethii;ig else equaUy thrilling. WRITE IT UP J .UST AS IT HAPPENED. I We offer a handsome J;>rize for the most exciting and best written anecdote sent us by any teader of BUFF AL BILL WEEKLY. The in c ident, of cout'se:t must relate to something that has happened to the writer himself an it must also be strictfy true. It makes no difference h(),w short the articles but no contribution must be lpnger than 500 words. HERE ARE T He PRIZES! TWO FIRST PRIZES. For Two Most Exciting and Best Written Anecdotes. i. -T\ro first-c1ass Spa1di11g Standard Athletic S\\'e a ters. Made of the finest Australian lambs' wool, exceedingly soft. Full fashioned to body and arms, and without seams of any kind. Col ors : \Vhitc Na,y Blne, Black aud Maroon. TWO SECOND PRIZES. for Two Second Best Anecdotes Two pairs of P,..11 Cl .amp Ball B ear in g Rqller Skates . . of the finest tempered s t eel, with 12,8 stee l ball;. For speed no skate has ever approached it. TNIRO PRiZ(S. For five .Next Best Anecdotes. Ffre pairs of vVin s low's Spe ed Exten sion Ice Skates, with extension foot plates. These skat es have detachable 've1ded stee l racing runners, also an extra see of sl10rt runners for fancy skatin' g. ; .! FOR NEXT TEN BEST ANECDOTES. A Spalding 12 inch "Long Distance'' Mega phone. Made of fire board, capable of carrying the sound of a human voice one mile, and in some instances, two miles. More fun than a barrel of monkeys .. The contest will c:ontinue until Dec. 1st; next. >.. Send in your anecdotes at once, boys. are going to publish all of the best ones durin the progress of the contest. \Ve will '.have to reserve to ourselves th right of judging which anecdote has the mos merit, but our readers know that they'may de pend upon Street & Smith and on their ab fairness and justice iu conducting contests This one will be no exception to the rule. \Vhether your contribution "-ins a prize or not, it stands a good chance of being published to gether with the name of the writer. To Lecome ii c o11testan t for these prizes, cu out the Anecdote Contest Coupon, printe herewith, fill it out' properly, and send it t BrLt.. WF.EKLY1 care of Street & Smith 233 '\V'illiam St., New York City, together witl your anecdote. No anecdote will be considere that does not havethis coupon accompanying it COUPON. "BUFFALO BILL WEEKLY" ANECDOTE CONTEST. PRIZE coNtEsT N o : t. 'l ,. Date ... .' ... ":. : .. .. : .' ....... : ....... .' . :.19()1 I Nctme .......................................... .. .. City or town ................ '. ... ......... ....... ... \ .. t Title of .4necdote ....................................... .. . ........ . ..... I

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, I' \. PRIZE ANECDOTE DEPARTMENT. During the progress ot the Anecdote Priu Contest this space will be devoted to the publica.tion of the wt 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 gd jyOurs in early. His Life By a Flea. ( By Thomas Baunou, Bellows Fal!s, Vt.) One day this summer I taking a tra1np ,out in the Fountry, when suddenly it came on to tain. Looking out for a shelter, my eyes fell upon a barn, with the door ride open, perhaps half-a-mile away. I started on a run the barn, aud reached it just as the rain came down torrents. I had one foot on the barn floor, and was aust about to ente r when a great dog with glaring eyeballs and red tougue, rushed toward me, with an awful growl. I could feel his hot breath in my face. In another 1nstaut his cruel teeth would have been in my throat. I could actually feel his slobber on my neck. But in the nick ol. time, he turned, wrathfully, to bite his own flank. I saw the whole thing as by inspiration. A flea baa distracted his attention from the business in i1a11d. I always was quick at resources. When the dog went for the flea I stepped back, shut the door, with a crash, and I wassaved. I was saved by that flea, and as I have said before, the flea which you would have slain may be the identical insect to whom I owe everything. A friend to whom I t9ld thjs story the other day said nothing for tbe space of two mintes. Then be looked at111e in an admiriug maJJner, and delivered, himself! as follows: "Yes, Tom, it would have been too bad for the world to!lf>se such a beautjfql lip.r as you an;." A Frog; Hunt ( By Southard Mayer, rs. years old, Mifflintown, Pa.) One morning, th/ part of June, at s e veu o'clock, Wilson \Varner and myself started on o _ur bicycles to Jericho Dam, about eight m}les from Miffli ntown, after frogs. We reached our destinatio"n abqut half-past eight. We concealed our bicy,des and theu got our hooks r eady. We fastened three books together a ,nd then tied the liue to a pole. Tile first time we went up and down the dam we did not get a frog. We did. this about three times before dinner and got six frogs. \Ve then ate our lunch and rested for about half-an-hour. We bad started in again, and were up at the other end of the daw we saw tw' o 'frogs jump in, and the boy I was with waded out into the water a little and reached into the mud and came 'out with two frogs. When we had thirteen frogs we were walkin, and all at once we heard a uoise and looking around we saw a snake, We got around it and killed it, then we found out it was a rattlesnake, and was about two fed eleven inches long and contained about twelve rattles. If we had not turned when we did i t would-probably have bitten us. My Adventure with a Ghost. (By Robert E. Holley, rs years old, St. Louis, Mo.) One evening in the latter part of October, my brother Ed1;n1rd, rnyself and a friend, William Dillon, were seated around a fire in ,an old fireplace in a field near our house, and my brother suggested tbat as the days were growing cooler a,ud the rabbit season bad begun we ought to go on a camping-out and htmtin_ g trip. J-Ie said that he had heard the rabbits and other game were abundant in a woods a f ew miles distant and that we could meet the following Saturday evening and go out for a few days. Well; we were at the appoiuted place following Saturday with the tent and provisions, and reached the carnpiug:grouuds about dusk. It "'as a louesome and deserted--looking spot, aud the cry of the screech owl made the place feel more weird. We pitched the tent and gathered '_y.,OOA fire, :+nd bad a merry blaze .. -..t. agoing; then we divided the watch into three equal parts, my brother taking first, my self the second, and Will the la st. My brother looked to his rifle and pi s tol and then took a position in the shadow of a large oak tree, where he could watch the camp :u,d get a good view of the surrounding woods. As Will am1 had no desire to remain awake longer, we both rolled up in our blankets and lay down near the fire, and were soon lost in a peaceful slumber. At midnight brotherrawoke me to relieve him as guard, and he lay d ,own. It was not lang before the f'oun d s coming from that direction convinced me that he was asleep. It was now past midnight, and the cry of ti.le night bird made me think of the ghost stories the BUFFALO Bn .. x. W.E.EKLiltS I bad read, and I began to ..

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.. I 28 THE BUff /\LO BILL STORIES. feel pretty shaky, so I decided to walk around the camp in a wide circle so as not t e disturb my companions. I had just turned around when I suddenly stopped, stood still and dropped my gun, for right in front of me and coming straight toward me was a tall form in white. I did think to awake my companions, so I turned and ran as I never did before until I reached the edge of the woods, and when I looked behind me there was the ghost following as swiftly and silently as a shadow. I started across the field leading to the yard when r tripped and fell. I arose a little dazed and looked around me, expecting to see the ghost when I heard a familiar neigh. I looked back and there was our old white mule that had broken loose and bad followed us ottt to our camp, and when he saw me running for home1 he, of course, set out after me. Well, that was the first and last experience I ever bad with a ghost, and I dGn' t care to have another one. The Escape from the Train. (By A. Gutschmidt, 16 years old, West Hoboken, N. J.) One day three boys and I went down to the Hudson River to learn how to swim. Aftenvard we were play ing among the rocks, and catching fish and crabs. We went away from the rocks, and we had to go under freight cars. They were all across except ine, and I was in under a freight car when the tra iu began to move. I had the can of fish. The b6ttom part of the car hid my head, and I bent low so that I would not get hit by the car again. That car passed and the freight cars were going a little fast, but I rolled from under the second car out Oil the groullCI. The other boys all thought I liad been killed. Then we walked around t'oward the turn, when another train came; "but we happened to see it, and quickly got out of the way, for we would have got killed then surely. An ExcitingRunaway. (By James Hamil, 15 years old Richmond, Mo.) I would like to tell you of an experience I once had. I am uow fifteen years old, have read every number of the Buffalo Bill series, and would like awfully well to have one of your prizes, but I don't know whether I will or uot. I hitched up our horse to our and started to drive. I was coming home and driving the horse pretty fast, and all at once he kicked and broke the dashboard. Then he kicked me ou the arm, very nearly breaking it, and missed my head by about an inch. If he had bit me it would have killed me. Then he started to run, and I tried to hold him, but it was no use. He ran just as hard as he could, slinging the buggy from one side to the 0H1er. Then I lost the lines, and he went at his will. He kept on runniug au slinging the buggy, turning it half-way over i1iany time till at l a t in a lunge I was thrown out. I went abot1 twenty feet in the air, and I bit 011 my head, but I lived, though I was severely hurt. Just a little while after ] was thrown out, the horse ran the buggy off a high bridge, and he dashed on and 1t took four or fiye men t hold him. If I bad been in the buggy when it ran o the bridge it would bave killed me sure. /\ Rough Ride. (By Eddie Maurer, Lincoln, Ill.) I am very fond of hunting, and one day last winter. succeeded ju capturing a youug 'possum, whi cb soo became my pet. My brother Freddie and I rode our pony nearly every day, and one day I thought of something. It was this: We were going to give the pet 'possum a ride, which we thought would be fun. We had all the fun we wallted iu a little bit, for as soon as the 'possum was on the pony., he (the pony) made n jump and then away he went like the wind, and began bucking, rearing and doiug every thing in his poner to get his riders off At last Fn dy. who was behind me, was bucked off. I to wanat::r what made. the pony start out so sud denly and run so fast and try to buck us off A little noise in front of me made me look at the 'possum, then I saw what made the pony act so wild; it was this, the 'possum had its claws in the pony's hide. I tried to pull it off, but I could 11ot, so I it a sweeping blow with my fist which knocked the unwel conre passenger off. I stopped the pony soon afterward, but it was a nar row escape for my brother. fell Into the Water Tank. (By Fred Reitze, Fort Wayne, Indiana.) One day I was standing beside a large water tank near our house and looking down saw a dead sparrow .floating on the water. I stooped to pjc;:)l: it up and lost ruy bal ance and fell into the tank. The water came 11p to my chin, and the .top of the tank was three feet above ruy head. The water was running in coustautly and I could see that it was u1mally a foot higher than.at present. Ullless I got out soon, or turned off the water, I should be drowned. I sho11ted for help till I was hoarse, bu t could make 110 one hear, ahd to get out witliout help was an impossibility. I held my hand over the.pipe where the water ran in, but it was hard work, al:ld in spite of my best efforts the water continued to rise. Not a drop seemed to be drawn off below. Finally I

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THE BUFf f\LO B ILL STORIES. 29 out m y p o c k et kn i fe, nud w en t to wor k t o cut a hol e in t lie sid e of t h e t ank a s low do w n a s I could r e ach and .stiJ.l keep rny he a d ab ove wate r. It was s lo w cutting t hroi,1g h tha t t hick, w ate r -soake d p i n e, and w hen a t l ast I succ e ed e d I was standing on tiptoe with j us t my nose out of w a ter, and eve ry blade iu m y kllife broken I was safe fr o m drowning for a while for the wate r soo n ra n off l eve l with the hole I had made. But eve n now if I was to g e t out of the tank I mu s t have help, so I proceeded to raise a signal. I pulled off my s h i r t tore it into strings tied my lead pencil to my knife and both to the toe of one of my shoes, and then put ti n g m y und e r s hi r t on the pencil waved it slowly a n d la bor iou s l y o ve r the top of the t auk. I waved for hours, and still came The n it occurred to me to d i ve down and stop up the pipe leading from the tank and so attract attention. It wasn't balf-au-ho11r before people came up to see why the water would not run, and I was helped out aft e r I had been staudiug in the cold w ater over si x hours. One of. Those Rides You Read !\bout. ( By Henderson Orear, Marshall, Mo.) It was while I was v isi ting in Kansas that I bad this awful e;x:perience. My two cousins got up a camping expediti on about ten miles from home. 'rhe first day all went well, but on the morning of the sec,ond I had to get up in a tree to get some branches to u s e in thatching. I was abo .ut to descend when a puff of wind came and then a roar aud a cyclone was on. The tree blew into the Neosha with me holding on like death. I became semi conscious and only bad sense enough to hold on. I do not know how long I stayed this way, but all at once the tree gave a lurch with which I gained complete control of myself. I looked around and saw that a la:ge. standf!ipe had blow -11 across the river. Then I saw that I was at home iu Oswego! You may bet your fortu;e I was glad. I crawled out on the pipe and, a lit'tle 'benumbed, reached home safely, little the worse for my dangerous ride. -The other boys lost their tent, but reached hom e thinking I bad been lost, but thanks to my unusual good luck I was at home. I\ Risk of Life. (By George J. Die,tricb 15 years old, New York City.) One morning about two mouths ago, I and my friend 'went up to the freight yard at Seventy-second street and got on a freight train by the name of Harlem. And as one who gets caught on that freight would .get thrown so I rode the.rods right over the wheels, the oth er fellow ro de the bunkers. The Harlem only goes up to Spuy t eu Du yv il Creek, and about half-a-mile a way fr om th e r e I g o t r e ad y to get off but somehow I slipped a11d fell. I f e ll 011 m y s i d e, and I got hit with the other C'ar. I lay fla t and when the last car pa ss ed I got up, and as so w e a k th a t I was not a ble to stand from fright. My fr ie nd d id not know where I was. He stayed on until the train stopped, so I r an acro s s the bridge to see if I could se e m y friend, and a policeman came toward me. I ran b a c k a nd the bridgeman stopped me. I stood s till and tl1e po l ice m a n took me along. We wal .ked along the roa d abo ut t e n b l o c ks, when my friend came along. The policem a n c a lled him and be started to run, then I call e d h i m by bis uame, and said that the policeman was not goin g t o d o anything, so he came over and the police man told us to walk along the road, and he would let us go. \Vhen we came about half a block away from the station house the policeman arres ted u s and took us inside. In the morning we got taken up to the Harlem Court. The judge asked us what we did and we told liim that we w e re up for a ride, aud be asked us if we wanted to get our l e g s or arms taken off. Then he said, ''You boys are di scharged," BOOKS ON STENOGRAPHY, TYPEWRITING AND REPORTING AT REASONABLE PHIOE8. Tn to very many req\1eetff ror hooks on the enbjecte of etenog-rap11y, t.1 1 e wrltin1l', rep11rti11g. etc., we lmve 111ade n.u arrangement with a l arge pnllli 8hi11g ho11se whe1eby we are enabled to olfor the tollowlnc books t o the rea1l e r s or this weekly at re111arl mbly cheap rates. 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BOYHOODS OF FAMOUS MEN. This department contains each week the story of the early career of some celebrated American. Watch for these stodes and read themt boys. They are of the most fascinating inte r est. Those already published are: No. J:.-Buffalo Bill; No. 2. -Kit Carson; No. 3.-Texas Jack; No. 4.Col. Daniel Boone; No. 5.-David Crockett. No 6.Davi d e rockett (Continue d from Last W eek. ) My first school-da y s were spent in a school kept by Benjamin Kitchen. I went four da y s and had jus t began to learn m y lette rs a little w he n I h a d an unfortunate fallin g out with o n e of the s chol ars-a boy much larger and old e r than mys elf. I kne w well enough that though the schoolhouse might do for a s t i ll hunt, it wouldn't do for a drive, and so I concluded to wait until I could get him out, and then I was determined to give him salt and vinegar. I waited till the evening, and when the large r s c holars were spelling I slipped out, and goi n g som e di s tance along his road, I lay by the wayside iu the bushes w aiting for him to c o me along. After a while, he and his company ca m e on sure en ou g h and I pitched out froru the bu s hes and set 011 him like a wildcat. I scratched his face all to a flitter jig, aud soon madt: him cry out for quarters in good earuest. The fight being over, I weut on home, and the Dex t morning was started again to school ; but do you thi11k I went? No, indeed. I w.as very cle a r of it; for I expected the mast e r would lick me up a s b ad as I had the boy. So, instead of going to the schoolhou s e, I la i d out in the w oods all day until in the evening the scholar s were dis mi s s e d, and ruy brothers, who were also going to school, came along, returning home. I wanted to conceal this whole business from my father, and I persuaded them not to tell on me, which they agreed to. Things went on in this way for several days; I starting with them to s chool in the morning, and returning with them in the e vening, but lying out in the woods all day. At las t, howev er, the master wrote a note to my father, inquiring why I was not sent to school. When b e re a d this note he called me up, and I knew very w e ll that I w a s in a d ev il of a hobbl e for my father h a d been taking a few horns, and was iu a good condi tion to make the fur fly. He called on rue t o know why I bad not been to s c hool. I told him I was afraid to go, and that the m aster would whip me for I kne w qui t e well if I was turned over to this old Kitchen I should be c o o k e d up to a cracklin' in little or no time. But I soon found tha t I w a s uot t o expect a much b etter fate at home; for m y fathe r t o ld m e, in a ve r y angry m anner that h e w ould whip m e an e t e rn a l sight wo r se t ha n the master if I d i dn t start im me di a t e l y t o t h e scho o l. I trie d again to beg off but nothing would d o but to go to the sc hool. Finding me rathe r t o o slo w about starting, he gathe r e d about a twoy ear-old hickory and broke aft e r me. I put ou t with all my mi ght, aud soon we were both up to the top of our sp e ed We had a tolerable tough race for a b out a m i le ; but m i nd me, not on the schoolhou s e ro a d for I w as t rying to g e t as far the t'othe r way as po s s i ble. Aud I yet believe, if my father and the s choolm aster could both have lev i ed on me about that tim e, I should never h a ve be e n c a lled on to si t in the councils of the nation, for I think they would h a ve used me up. But fortunate l y for me, about this tim e I sa w just before me a hill, ov e r whic h I mad e headway, like a young steamboat. A s soon as I h ad pa s sed o ver it I turned to one side and hid m yse l f iu the bushes Here I uutil the old gen t l e m a u p a s se d b y puffing and bl o wing as though his w as h igh enough to burst his b o il e rs. I w a ited until h e g a, e up the hunt, pa s s e d b ac k agai n ; I then cut out, a n d went to the house of an acqaintance, a few m i l es off, wh o w a s jus t about to start w ith a drov e. His uame wa s J ess e Ch eek, aud I hi re d m ys elf to go w ith him, d etermining not to return hom e as home a nd the s ch oolh o u se had both b e come too hot for me I had a u elder bro ther, who a ls o hired to go with the s ame d ro \' e. We se t out a nd w ent on through Abbi11gdo11, and the county seat o f W ithe County, in the State of Virginia; and then through Lynchburg, by Orange courthou s e, and Charlottesv ill e, passing through. what was called Chester Gap, on to a town called Front Royal, where my employer sold out his drove to a man by the name of Vanmetre and I was started homeward again, in c ompany with a brother of the first owner o f the drove1 with one horse b etwe en us; having left my brother to come on with the balance of the company. I travele d on with my new comrad e about three days' journey; but much to his di scredit, as I the n thought, and still think, he took c a re a ll the t i me to ride, but never to tie; at last I told him to go and I would come wheu I got ready. He gave we four dollars to bear

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I THE BUFFALO Bill STORIES. St my expenses upward of four huudred miles, and then cut out and left me. I purchased some provisions, and went o n slowly, until at l ength I .fell in with a wagoner, with whom I was disposed to scrape up a has t y acqaaiutance. I in quired where h e lived aud where h e was goi n g, and all about his affai rs. He informed me that h e li ved in Greenville, Tenn essee, and was on his way to a place call ed Geranlstown, fifteen miles below Winchester. H e also said that a fter he -':ihould make his journey to that place, he would immediately return to Tennessee. His name was Adam Myers, a jolly good fellow h e seemed to be. Ou a little reflectiou, I determined to turn back and go with him, which I did; and we journeyed on slowly, as wagons commonly do, bnt merrily enough. I often thought of home and, indeed, wished bad euough to be there; bnt, when I thought of the scboolbouse, and Kitchen, my master, and tbe race .with m y father. and the big hickory he carried, and of the fierceness of the storm of \:rath that I ha d l eft him in I was afraid to venture back: for I knew my father's nature so \Yell, that I was certain his anger would han g on to him like a turtle does to a fishernians toe, alld that if I weut back in a hurry, he would give me the devil in three or four way s. But I and the wagoner had trav eled two days wh e n we tllet my brother, who, I b efo re s ta ted, 1 had l eft helii ud when the drove was sold out. He persuaded me to go hom e, b11t I refused. He pressed me h ard, and brought up a great many mighty stro11g argume nts to induce nie t o turn back again. He'pictured the plen sll re of meeting my mother, a nd my sisters, who all lo ved m e dearly, a11cl told me what uneasine ss they had alread y snffered about me. I coul-d. n o t help shecldit g tears, which I did not ofteu do, and my affection s al l pointed ba ck to those dearest frien ds, an d as I thought, nearly the only ones I had in the world ; but then the promised whippi:1g -that was the thing. It ca m e right s lap down on eve ry thought of home, and I finally clete rmined make or bre'.lk, hit or miss, I would just bang on to my journey, and go ahead with the w ago uer. My brother wa s much grieved at our parting: but h e went his w ay, and so diq I. W e went on ui1til at last we got to Gerardstown, where the wagoiler tried to get a b ack load, but he could not without going t o Alexandria. He engaged to go there, and I COllcluded that I would wait until he returned. I se t in to work for a 111an by the name of Jobll Gray, at twenty-five cents per day. My labor, hO\Ye\er, light such as ploughing iu some small grain, in wJiich I s u c c ee ded in pleasing the old man very well. I coutiuued working for him until the wagoner got b:::ck, and for a good long time afterward, as he continued to run his team back and forward hauling to and from Baltimore. Ir! the next sprillg, from the proceeds of my daily labor, s mall as it wa s, I was abl e to get me some decent clothes, and concluded I would make a trip with the wagoner to Baltimore, and see what sort of a phlce that was and what sor t of' folk s lived there. I gave him the balauce of what rnouey r had for safekeep ing, which, as well as I recoll ec t, \vas about seveu dollars. We got ou well enough until we came near Ellicott' s : Mills. Our load consisted of flour in barrels. Here I got into the wagon for tile purpose of changing my clothing, not thinking that I was in any danger; but, while I was in there, we were met by some wheelbarrow mell, \vho 'were working 011 the road, and the horses took a scare and away they went, like they had sel!n a ghost. They made a sudden wheel around, and broke the wago1i tongue, slap off, short as a pipestem; and snap went both of the axletrees at the same time, and of all devilish floullc iug about of flour barre ls that e\e r was see n I reckou this took the b eat Even a rat would h a ve s tood a bad chance in a straight race among them, and uot rnn c h better in a crooked one; for b e WOHid have been in a good way to be ground Up as fine as ginger by their rolling over him. But this proved to m e th a t i f a fellow is b o rn to be hnng he will uever be drowned; and, further, that if h e is born for a seat in Congress, even flour barrels can't make a mash of him. All th ese dangers I escaped unhurt, though, like most of the office -ho lders of these times, for a while I was afraid to say my soul was my own; for I didn't know bow soon I should b e knocked into a cocked hat, and get my walking papers for another country We put our load into an other wagon, and hauled ours to a worklllan's shop in Baltimore, h avi n g delivered the flonr, and there we intended to remain two or three days, wl1ich time was n ecessary to repair the runaway wagon. While I was the re, I went one clay down to the wharf, and was much delighted to see the big ships, and their sails all flying, for 1 had never seen such things before, aud, i ntleecl, I didn't be! i e ve there we!"c au y such thiugs in all uatme. After a illort time, my curiosity induced me to step aboard of one, where I was met by the captain, who asked me if I didu't wish to take a voyage to Lon dou? I told him l did, for by this time I had become pretty w ell weaned from home, and I cared but little where I was, or where I went, or what became of me. He said he wautecl ju st such a boy as I was which I was glad to hear. I t old him I would go aud get my clothes and go with him. He in gnired abo11t my parents, where tlt cy lived and all about them. I let him know that they lived in Tennessee, many hundred miles off. We soon agreed about my intended voyage, and I weut back to my friend, the wagoner and informed him that I was gqing to London, and wanted my money and my clothes. He 1 e fttsecl to let me lrnve either, and swore that he would confine me, and take me back to Tennessee. I took it to heart very mucli, but be kept so close and con stant watch over me, that I fonnd it impossible to e!icape from him until he had started homeward, and made several days' journey on the road. He was, during this time, very ill to me, and threatened me with his wagon whip on several occasions. At length I resolved to leave him at all hazards; and so, bet ore day, one morning I got my clothes out of his wagon and cut out, on foot, without a farthing of money to bear my ex penses. For, all other friends having failed, I determined then ,to throw myself on Providence, and see how that ;would use me. I had gone, however, only a few miles, when I came up with another "'agoner, and such was my situation that I felt more than ever the uecessity of endeavoring to find a friend. I therefore concluded I would seek for 011e in him. He was going westwardly and very kindly inquired of me where I was traveling? My youthful resolution, which had brooked almost everything else, rather gave way at this inquiry, for it brought the loneliness of my situation, and everything else that was calculated to oppress me, directly to view.

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32 THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. My first answer to his q11estions was in a sprinkle of tears, for if the world bad been gi\ en to me, I could not, at moment have. helped crying. As soon as the storm of feeling was over, I told liim how I ha
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JESSE JAMES STORIES :, W E were the first pub-lishers in the world to print the famous sto ries of the James Boys, written by that remarkable man, vV. B. whose name is a watch word with our boys. We have had niany imitators, I Jesse and in order that no one shall be deceived in acceptiug the spurious f o r 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 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 York. BUFFALO BILL STORIES The only p ublicati on autho r ize d b y t h e Hon. Wm. f C od y ( Buffalo Bill) Buffalo Bill. W E were the publishers of the first story eve r written of the famous and world-renowned Buffalo Bill, the great hero whose life has been one succession of exciting and thrilling inci-dents combined with great successes and accomplishments, all of which will be told in a series of gnmd stories which we are now placing before the American Boys. T he popularity they have already obtained shows what the boys want, and is very gratifying to the publishers. STREET & SMITH, Publishers, New York. NICK CARTER STORIES THE best known detective in the world is N ick Carter. Stories by this noted sleuth are is s ued regularly in "Nick Carter Weekly" (price five cents), and all his Nick C arter. work is written for us. It may interest the patrons and readers of the Nick Carter Series of Detective Stori e s to know that these famous stories will soon be produced upon the st;ige under unusually elaborate circumstances. Arrangements have just been completed between the publishers and Manager F. C. Whitney, to present the entire set of Nick Carter stories in dramatic form. The first play of the series will be brought out next fall. STREET & SMITH, Publishers, NEW YORK. DIAMOND DICK STORIES Diamond Dick. THE celebrated Diam ond Dick stories can only be found in "Diamond Dick, Jr., the Boys' Best Weekly." Diamond Dick and his son Bertie are the most unique 'and fascinating heroes of Western romance The scenes, and many of the incidents, in these exciting stories are taken from real life. Diamond Dick stories are conceded to be the best stories of the West, and are all copyrighted by us. T he weekly is the same size and price as this publication, with hand some illuminated cover. P rice, five cents. STREET & SMITH, Publishers, New York.


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