Buffalo Bill in the Bad Lands, or, Trailing the veiled squaw

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Buffalo Bill in the Bad Lands, or, Trailing the veiled squaw

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,., .. 2 THE BUFF J\LO BILL STORIES. The hvo men were ridin g o v er a w ild, little-fre quented trail the desolate wilderness before, around, and behind them, partly covered with snow. Buckskin J a ck looked at his companion with apeculiarly curious and inqui s iti v e stare. Pare!," said he no one seems ter make ye out. Ye air a sort er mystery 'ith ther army men, an all ther re 'st of em." I don't mean to be, Jack," was the quiet response. \Vhat is it they can't understal'ld about me?" "You're right-it's Louis Rameau, ther half breed an' ez good a scout ez ever flung a leg over a horse s back," cried Buckskin, and so it proved. The solitary scout-an athletic fellow, half -India_n, half-soldier in garb and bearing-stood out motion less against the sky for a moment, and then came galloping to meet the pair in a whirl of dust and snow "\\That's the ne\vs, Louis?" demanded Buffalo Bill "Ther battle ith Big F:oot' s on, chief, was the la"Your private 'pinion on ther In jun. question-' conic response. whether ye be 'ith ther army men 'r ther reds id your "What! at Wounded Knee?" sympathies.1 "There should be no doubt about me whatever in that r.espect, old fellow," observed Buffalo Bill, ear nestly. "The hostiles -are certainly not without their grievous wrongs in their present attitude, though such wrongs as the m ilitary authorities are in no wis e responsible for. I would merely save them from their own madness-from the exterminating measures that must ensue should they precipitate a general Indian war. There you are, in a nutshell, Buckskin. "An' arter they're once fairly under subjection, pard, what next, so ez these hyar troubles '11 never come agin ?" "Their entire, undhr ided control by the army au thorities," promptly, "withottt any civil or political interferene;:e whatever." Good fer you!" cried Buckskin Jack. "I've never yet seed a true army man-officer or privatewho didn t pity the redskins fer ther cruel wrongs thet hev so often goaded 'em ter frenzy, even while puttin' out ther iron hand t-o keep 'em within bounds. Bu t i hullo! Look ahead! A solitary horseman had suddenly appeared on the bleak trail, a couple of miles ahead, as if awaiting their a.pproach. ''It's one of Yankton Charley's half-breed scouts/' said Cody. "He may have for us!" And both men spurred on at a sharper pace, while the waiting horseman signaled with his hand. "Yes;. I'm on my way ter ther Ridge with the news of it. Firin' had jest begun." "What brought it on?" "A fool buck firin' a single shot. Then all thet reds opened on us, 'thout a second s warnin', an' ther soldiers hed ter wade inter em on a punishin' scale." "You are 'going to the agency now?" "Yes." "You know the wealthy lady, Mrs. J e,rnyngham, stopping there?" "As is so anxious 'bout Miss Delmar, the young lady thet ran off 'ith Big Knife? "Or was carried off by him-yes." "All right." "I wish you would say to Mrs. J ernyngham fror me that my call upon her must be deferred unt this evening." } "Is that all? Nothing about th er young lad yet?" "N othing-:--that is all." Rameau waved his hand, and ro
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.. THE BUF F ALO BILL STORIES. 3 fense ; an' then-holy smoke! ther hull Bad Lands'll T11en they dashed down the hill and into the battle like enough be in a red-h o t blaze of In jun warfare!" a t a breakneck gait. "Not if I can reach Two-Strike in time to prevent "Mercy' s out of date jus t n ow Buckskin," called it, was the collect e d response. "Ha! there is the firing at last!" "True ez ye live. Ther scream o' them shells is mighty unpleasant, even at this distance an' thet rattle o musketry sounds like murderin' business." When the great scout and his companion reached the top of an eminence that commanded the scene, the carnage was at its height. The cavalry troops under Major Whiteside's im mediate command were hotly engaged with the in furiated hostiles in open ground, just beyond the latter's tepees; the Ninth Cavalry, under General Forsyth, some dismounted, others.in the saddle, were being hurried to their support; Lieutenant Taylor's Indian scouts, whose search of the tepees for con cealed arms had prompted the unfortunate opening s hot, were in hot pu\suit of a mob of fugitives towa r d the coulees and ravines to the northward. The guns were getting in their deadly work from neighboring hilltops ; shells were screaming in their flig ht, bullets raining like hail, shifting wreaths and puff clouds of powder smoke obscured or disclosed : he field by turns; and war was ever ywhere-war in 11iniature, perhaps, but none the less pitiless, bioody rnd devastating in all its features. "Look out for Captain George Wallace, of Troop said Buffalo Bill, as they paused a moment to their horses before galloping down to join in 1his scene of unfoosed on earth. "It is Custer's Sid regiment, the Seventh, you know, that was nearly . viped out at the Little Big Horn. And gallant Captain George had a premonition, I have ,heard, that there was fresh misfortune in store for his troop." "There he is!" cried Buckskin Jack, at last, pointing vvith his hand. "See! he is leading that charge to the left, and-good Lord! they're now in the very swirl of that mob of red devils. By 1Jupiter they'll b e rubbed out, Bill! "Not if I can help it. Come on, Buckskin!" out the king of plainsmen, cool as a cucumber, though lettin g out right and left with a revolver in each hand, and with no diminution of his headlong speed 'em have it while you can." "Don't fear for me, chief!" shouted Buckskin Jack, in response, imitating chief's example with almost equal brilliancy and eff e ct. "I'm ye while thar' s a hair on me hide!" They kept together, even amid the confosion through which they dashed, while the troops sent up a congratulatory cheer. Then, as the two scouts were spurring directly toward the spot where Cap tain vVallace had last been seen, a yet fiercer cheer of welcome-a cheer with something savage, something of the Indian yell, in it-greeted therri from a body of mounted Indians in Uncle Sam' s re.gulation blue, on their right. It was from Lieutenant Taylor's loyal Indian scouts together with some Indian policemen, who were charging in pursuit of a fre s h lot of fugitives toward the north of the bloody field. "Quick, Bill!" roared out Buckskin, a moment later. "Thar's Captain George still in ther saddle, and-no, he's down at last, by G--!" But Buffalo Bill's horse at this critical juncture went down under him, with a bullet in its neck. However, as he sprang lightly to the ground, Buckskin reached out his hand, which was instantly grasped, and, thus assisted, the grand scout sprinted along on foot at his 'mounted companion's side. Then they were in the very midst of' the bloody melee, which had been their point, and it was each man for himself, with \iVinchester or re volver, as the case might be. A moment later, Buffalo Bill sprang upon a rider less pony, and with the faithful Buckskin still at his side, dashed headlong among the now panic-stricken hostiles, straight for the spot where the gallant officer of the Seventh had been seen to go down.

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I 4 'ifHE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. Too late! The Little Big Horn was a v enged with the run ning hostile s braves and squaws-for as both sexes were garbed alike and equally belligerent, there could be no discrimination made-being cut and shot down in every direction by the frenzied troopers but Cap tain Wallace had already met his fate. He was dead, be s ide his stricken horse and amid a circle of his foemen slain-quite dead from a tomahawk blow squarely received in the center of the forehead. "It was th e fate he would d o ubtless have chqsen for himself, i f rieed s must-a soldier' s death, in the performance of his duty and at the head of his charging tr.oop !" commented the great s cout, when re gretfully contemplating the unfortun ate officer 's re.. mains, a little on "True friend gallant soldier this lamentable episode the fight was little more a running slaughter and murderous pur s uit of the miserable s avages at the hanas of the troopers . Of the latter, thirtys ix all told were slain, as the result of that bloody day or s ub s equently died of their wound s ; while the fatalitie s among the Indians doubtless numbered, sooner or later over two hun dred. When the affair was over, e x cept for a pursuit that w a s being continued here and there, Buffalo Bill and Buckskin Jack, having procured desirable fre s h mounts wete about setting off for Pine Rid ge without further delay, when they paused to take leave of General Forsyth and hi s o fficers. On the general asking .the scout what effect he thought the battle would hav e upon the g athering bands of ho stiles and semi-hosfiles in the abstract, Cody grew ',\ery grave. "Bad; general, bad!" he replied thoughtfully. ''The actual hostiles will doubtless be excited to ad ditional frenzy while the effect upon the wa vering friendlies may be even moi"e unfortunate in determin ing them to join hands w ith those in open defiance. In fact, I don t see how it can well be otherwi s though I shall speedily have an opportunity of jud ing by personal observation." "You don t mean to say that you interld venturi. into the Bad Lands on your own responsibilit y, a at this critical state of affairs?" said General Forsy in surprise. "Yes; by to-morrow, perhaps; or, at all e veq soon after I have conferred with Miles a General Brooke at Pine Ridge whither I am now accompanied by my old friend, Buckskin, hen The officer shook his head; though presentl y.il anxious face brightened up. "Is it on that quest for the runaway young la which Mrs. Jernyngham is so interested in?" he i quired, taking the scout to one side. "Yes," was the reply; "though my principal aff; shall be with Two-Strike in a last attempt to p( s uade him to come back peaceably to the agenc with his people. " A ri s ky mission Cody-almost a desperate one this crisis I should say "But a risk that must, nevertheless be taken s ome one, in the general interest of peace and E curity to the settlers ; and why not by me as well by some one el s e perhaps les s fitted for the service djf any one can succeed in such a mission, it nit be yourself, Cody. Still your secret power over S ting Bull was not exert; d to sav e that chieftain a1 his followers to the agency. Why should the seer which you are also with holding ov Two-Strike be of any more avail? The general accompanied these words with keenly inquisitive glance but the SCOUt's face I mained immovable. "Thanks for your so.Jicitud e genera.I said Buffa Bill ; "but I must be off now.1 "Why not wait till tc:Hnorrow when my wht comina11d here will be falling batk on the agenty persisted the officer "You. t'wo men will even nc incur a tremendous ri s k in merely riding back' to t' Ridge alone.''

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l'HE BU ff' l\LO BILL STORIES. 5 "Buckskin and I are 111 the habit of taking our This was accordingly done, and the three scouts chances, general." rode on together. "One moment. Do you that Mrs Jernyngham's niece accompanied Big Knife's flight of her own will and inclination?" "Most decidedly I do not, sir!" exclaimed the ,great scout, energetically. "Certain of the chief's kinspeople who have remained behind among the friendlies, have industriously sought to make the young lady's disappearance haYe that significance, but I have every reason to believe that she w:s forci bly abducted. There is, besides, another very good reason to that effect." "What is that, if it is an open question?" "Miss Delmar was engaged to a certain young gentleman, in every way worthy of her, before quitting the East on this ill-judged missionary tour. Mrs. Jernyngham, .her aunt, is expecting to be joined by the young gentleman at almost any hour, and he will doubtless accompany me on my quest into the Bad Lands-should I deem him fit to share the perils and hardships of such an expedition." "Ah, a good enough vindication of Miss Delmar's taste, certainly, and I am glad of it. who else will accompany you, Buckskin Jack Russell?" "Yanktion Charley, the scout, and Red Tomahawk, the Indian guide, should they reach agency in time. At present, both are already in, or on their :way out of the Bad Lands. Otherwise, we shall make the undertaking without them." Ten minutes later, when the two scouts, by no means unwilling to leave that groaning, corpse strewn field far behind them, were spurring briskly away toward Pine Ridge, amid whirling snowflakes and other indications of a severe blir.zard in pros pect, a single horseman was seen signaling them I as he came on swiftly to intercept them from the northwest. "It is Yankton Charley," said Buffalo Bill; after in specting the newcomer through his fieldglass. "Let us join him at once." .. Yankton Charley, also a v eteran scout, was just out of a perilous mission in the heart of the hostile region, and he looked it, too. CHAPTER II. MRS. JERNYNGHAM. "Have you heard of the affair at W ounded Knee, Charley?" was Buffalo Bill's first question of the new arrival. Yankton Charley was as dark as a half-breed, if not really one, and, moreover, with the general as pect of a born hunter-scout, tough, wiry, silent-a man of few words, and uncertain temper, with the eye of an eagle and the jaws of a mastiff. "Yes, Big Chief Bill," he replied, in an odd, jerky, Indian-like way o.f speaking that he had. "Ugh! should say so. Met some fighters on my way up out of foe Bad Lands, three hours ago. Stampeded panthers, and such a mob of 'em! Look at that!" and he pointed to a scratch on his pony's neck, and the half of an Indian arrow still sticking through the stirrup leather, which it had penetrated before snapping off, as indications of the dangers he had passed tht"1Qugh. "Thet does look like business, Yankton!" commented Buckskin Jack, with a responsive grunt :ii most as Indian-like as the one that evoked it. Yankton had gone scouting individually into the Bad Lands three days previously, partly on public service and partly on Buffalo Bill's private account. The region there was fairly teeming with hostiles, who were daily receiving additions to their number from the disaffected among the so-called friendlies round about Pine Ridge and elsewhere. Their chief camp was a fortified village, under the redoubtable Two-Strike's general command, on a lofty rock-girt and practically inaccessible plateau in the very core of the :Sad Lands. All were of fierce and warlike temper, which would probably be roused to a frenzied pitch by the news of the affair of Wounded Knee. J

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I 6 THE BUFF J\LO BlLL STORIES. And, in the scout's opinion, nothing short of a signal defeat in a great pitched battle would ever dislodge them thence; if, indeed, i.hey should not take the ini tiative by a combined attack on the military at Pine Ridge itself. The scout had succeeded in disco v ering that the missing young lady was held, as a virtual prisoner, by her admirer and captor, Big Knife, one of the most warlike and danger.ous young Brule chiefs under Two-Strike's leadership, with a number of squaws, in a large tepee, or wigwam, some two miles back of the g-reat hostile village, in the most difficu l t part of the elevated plain. More than this he had not been able to find out, and he had only at last succeeded in making his escape out of the enemy-infesteP, Bad Lands after many perilous adventures and trying hardships, or, as the slang but graphic saying goes, by the skin of his teeth. Such Lands. In fact, chief, I saw him but two or three hours ago, and advised him to take that course. Here is a bit of wrihng for y o u handing over a slip of paper. "It was gi v en me by that young man, Jackford, who is with Red Tomahawk and the young gal, the chief's adopted daughter, whom they hav e succeeded thus far in rescuing." Buffalo Bill tore open the note, and hastily scanned its contents. "Aha!" he exclaimed, half to himself. "This is a descrifition of their secret retreat, where they will doubtless have t a remain pending a rescue. This \ill have to be attended to without delay, but, instead of interrupting, may only serve my own affair over there in the Bad Lands But we shall see was the substance of Yankton Charley's report to. up had been made in their vigorous march, they Buffalo Bill, delivered at much greater length in his He thrust the paper into the bosom of his hunting jacket, and then, not\-ithstanding that but little letodd way, and elicited by many questionings. "Discouraging enough, but might be worse," was the great scout's comment upon this batch of intelligence; and then came another question, on a somewhat different line: "What luck has Red Tomahawk had? Have you seen or heard anything of him?" Yes; the messenger out of the Bad Lands should say he had, though chiefly indirectly, and by hearsay. Red Tomahawk wa.s a brave Ogallala Indian who : had. participated prominently in and survived the bloody fight attendant upon the capture and death of the great Sioux medicine man,-t,;vo weeks previously. He had now been absent several on a secret mission into the hostile country involving interests no less delicate than,dangerous, and his return tnence was awaited with no little anxiety by Buffalo Bill, who not only held the Indian scout in great persona.I esteem, but was desirous of associating him ,\Tith _the hazardous undertaking which he himself was now contemplating. "Red Hatchet has got away with the young lady spurred their steeds at a yet livelier pace on over the fro z en wastes and through the whirling snow. "It's luck for me thet I stole a iresh mount jest afore gittin' out o' ther Bad Lands," observed Yank ton Charley, after a goodly number of their eighteen miles of journey had been covered, and when the wintry dusk was beginning to gather down over the de solate scene. "Other\ise, I'd hev a mighty small show of keepin up with them nags o your'n aa' Buckskin, colonel." "These hyar brutes didn't cost us no more than your' n did you, Yankton, I'm bettin' on it," Buckskin Jack took it upon himself to answer. "An' I'm also betting thet they're the prize ponies of Big Foot' s herd." The w p rds were hardly out of his mouth when there was the crack of a rifle from not far away, and one of the animals whom he thus vaunted-the one that he himself bestrode-fell dead in his tracks, with a bullet in his brain. "An ambuscade!" exclaimed Buffalo Bill instantly pulling up, and taking in the situation with his wonhe was in search of," explained Yankton Charley, at derful presence of mind. "Down with you, and then last, "but he is now making tracks back for the Bad to cover!" : . I

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\l'HE BUFF l\LO BILL STORIES. 7 He was out of the saddle, and behind his own prostrate horse almost before the words were spokenhis companions, obedient to the same instinct, fol lowing his example on the instant. Then there was the simultaneous crack of their three Winchesters, and, out of four mounted Indians, hideous in their warpaint, who started, with a yell, into view from behind s ome neighboring rocks, two toppled, dead, out of their saddles, whib the remain ing two galloped off, with a parting whoop of pointed rage, and with one of the riderless steeds in leading. "My' shot was for the smoke puff that marked the one that gave us the tip," quietly observed Buffalo Bill, indicating an isolated rock not far away. "Those other rascals were a little too hasty in disclosing themselves, or they might have had our scalps at their belts. Let us investigate." This was accordingly done, with due precaution. :The veteran scout's bullet had told, no less than those of his companions. Behind the rock indicated, the firer of the shot, a brawny Brule warrior in full war paint, was found, stone dead, shot through the head, his rifle still tightly grasped, his pony, a misera ble brute, completely winded, in concealment close at hand. After Buckskin had availed himself of the ofher captured pony to replace his own, the trio pushed on their way, and finally reached the agency without any further interruption: 'A. little later on, when he had ha0d some supper and made himself presentable, Buffalo Bill called upon Mrs. _Jernyngham, who was stopping at the house of the principal trader. "I received your message by Mr. Rameau, sir," said the lady, giving him her hand. "Ah, it is all true, then, sir-this terrible news of the battle with Big Foot's Indiam ?" Mrs. Jernyngham was a dignified lady of more than middle age, whose refined seemed sin gularly out of place in its present surroundings. A few months previous, her niece and wa1:d, Miss Blanche Delmar, had come to the agency with sev eral other ladies of like inexperience and inclinatfons, for the purpose of personally inquiring into the oon clition of the Indian children at the Government and mission schools. Her associafes in this inquiry had tired of their self-imposed task, and returned to their more congenial spheres. Miss Delmar had remained. Shortly before the opening of this story s?e had disappeared. Various reasons had led to an impression that she had accompanied Big Knife, a handsome and partly-educated young chief, in his flight to join, with his family arid personal follow ing, Two-Strike's growing force of hostiles and dis contents in the Bad Lands. But this impression was not shared by all. There were those who felt certain that the young lady's interest in the young chief had been of a purely educational character, and that was far more likely to have been forcibly abducted while on a visit to Big Knife's squaw relatives ir\. one of his tepees just prior to his flight. The former and more prevalent impression had been industriously fostered by such of the chief's relatives as remained at the agency, doubtless be cause of certain reflected importance which it gave them, by reason of the missing lady's wealth, beautY. and social position. The latter opinion v.ias shared by the best society, military and otherwise, at the post. Hence Mrs. Jernynghamjs presence there, and the profoundly anxious interest she was manifesting to ascertain the truth. "It's all true about the battle at Wounded Knee, ma'am," replied the great scout. "I witnessed it myself-a terrible affair. But let us not talk of that now, as I'm quit@ certain that the affair can iii. no case make the situation worse for Miss Delmar in her cap tivity." The lady's face brightened. It was pleasant to have speak so of her niece's captivity; and when he went on to tell her the substance of the report brought in by Yankton Charley from the Bad Land$, with regard to Miss undoubted forcible de-

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8 THE BUF F J\LO BILL STORTES. tention in the vicinity of Two-Strike' s hostile village, the good lady s sense of relief was goo d to see I have known and felt it from the start, Mr. Cody!" she exclaimed. "But, then, my niece's repu t a tion can only be thoroughly v indicated by her res cue at the earlie s t possible moment. And that any should have dared to suspect a .young lady of Blanche Delmar' s intelligence and breeding to have gon;e off there in that murder-haunted wilderness of her own inclination-to have felt an attachment for a-a red savage-a common Indian!" "Not to be thought of for a minute, ma'am," said tl;e scout, so othingly. "B.ut-er-this Big Knif e I d ; sn t altogether a common n ian, you see. in surprise. "Well, no, ma' am. He' s a chief of no little consequence in his tribe, besides having remained to his promises and obligations until quite recently. And Big Knife is, moreover, I mu s t confe ss, one of the handsomest, noblest specimen s of the red race I encountered. "That is no difference to me ; so long as he is an Indian," observed Mrs. J ernyngham, with angry im patience. "The mention of his absu rd name in con necti o n with Miss Delmar's is sufficiently preposterous and injurious in any event." "Assuredly, my dear madam!" replied the scout, with a readiness that once more restored the lady's calmness. Of course, you must see the matter in its proper Jight, since you are a gentleman, sir she said with cordialit y 'You know that the e x pense is nothing to me in this matter. So now pray, make yourself comfortable, and tell me when you shall set out on your expedition to rescue my niece." Mrs. J ernyngham had the bestaccommodations of the traders at her disposal. But when her visitor had settled himself into the comfortable easy-chair to which she assigned him, s-he was not a little disappointed to have him explain to her why it would be at least two or three days before he could undertake the con t emp lated expedi t ion. CHAPTER III. RED TOMAHAWK. "In the first place," Buffalo Bill went on to explain to Mrs. Jernyngham, "I am here now, as I mentioned in my written communication to you, s imply on a short furlough from other official duties. "Then I am bound, by previous engagement, to rret the Indian scout, Red Tomahawk, out of the Bad 0 I Lands, as a start to his assisting me in the other e x pedition. My scouts, Buckskin Jack and Yankton Charley are at this moment actively engaged in organizing a force sufficiently strong for that purpose. General Miles has already given his consent. "We start early to-morrow forenoon, and, if all g oes well s hould be b a ck to the agency here on the following day "Then Red Tomahawk will want some little time to recuperate, bes ides taking care of the young w ornan whom h e on hi s part, has already succeeded in c arrying off from the ho s tile camp, so that it will be the d ay a ft e r that-which will be Thursday-at the very earliest that I can set out upon this smaller, but I fear much more desperate, mission for the re lief of Miss Delmar." Mrs. _krnyngham had looked up with sudden cu riosity. "You deem the. co..,operation of this Indian, Red Tomahawk, then," she inquired, "as indispensable to the success of our undertaking, as I suppose I can calf it?" "Yes ma'am, or nearly so," replied the scout, re flectively. "His general knowledge of the Bad Lands is unsurpassed, and he will now have addi tional information fresh and hot from the hostile re-' gion, ; v hich will doubtless be of in v aluable serv ice to me." "This y oun g woman whom he is bringing. to the agency! I have heard somethin g of her romantic history from her grandfather, Mr. Blakemore, who is waiting to receive her here. She has been among the Indians from her infancy, I understood?" "Yes; and she was moreover, Sitting Bull's

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THE BU ff /\LO BILL STORIES. 9 adopted daughter. I doubt if she understands a word outside of her Sioux tongue; and, though \!Vah-kah shee is a very beautiful young girl, I fear that it will be long before she will take as kindly to civilization as the old gentleman expects and hopes. He has also set his heart on her ultimately becoming the wife of J ackford, his ward, the young gentleman who ac companied Red Tomahawk on his mission and is still with him, beseiged in the Bad Lands yonder. Poor Mr. Blakemore will doubtless be no less disappointed in this respect." "Ah, yes; I have heard that Red Tomaha,vk is already in love with the girl.'" "And she with him. Besides, Jackford himself has doubtless left a prior attachment somewhere him in the East, while, even if it were otherwise; Red Tomahawk, apart from his being an excellent young brave, and fairly educated at the mission s chools, is hardly the man to yield his claims on the young woman's heart at the demands of civilization, or anything else "Well, if the girl is, to all intents and purposes, an Indian herself," observed Mrs. J ernyngham, "of course there could 1 be no great impropriety in such a union, if other interests could be made equal though I cannot but pity Mr. Blakemore for the disappointment so probably in store for him. But now to our own business, Mr. Cody You will doubtless encounter no little danger in effecting this escaping party's rescue. Is it not so?" and she looked at him anxiously. "Vve shall succeed in that undertaking," he an swe red, briefly. "Oh, thank you for speaking so confidently. Then Tom-I mean Mr. Travers-will be enabled to ac company you on Thursday, when you start out with your three scouts for the rescue of my niece. He will be here with me by Wednesday. I have had word from him to-day to this effect." .. "Is he the young gentleman that Miss Delmar is engaged to, ma'am?" "Yes." "Then we 'll see about his accompanying me!" "But, bless me! Travers loves Blanche to distraction and he will insist on it." "Still, he mightn' t be altogether fit for this sort of work, you know," said Buffalo Bill, dryly. "Fit? Why,. Mr. Travers has hunted lions in South Africa, and fought Arabs in the Soudan You don' t know him. There's no braver young English man under the sun." "Arabs are not Sioux India:hs on the warpath, ma'am, and the Soudan somewhat differs from Bad Lands in midwinter. However, we shall see." After some further words, chiefly of a reassuring nature, the scout took his leave. Fifty picked men, white and red, rode out of Pine Ridge on the following morning, with Buffalo Bill, Buckskin Jack and Yankton Charley at their head. Aii1ong the hundreds who witnessed their depart ure, with various feelings of solicitude and uneasiness as to tha success of their undertaking, was Mrs. Jernyngham, who aved her handkerchief to the great scout, he responding with a last smile of reassurance and a military salute, which was also meant for General Miles, who was at the lady's side. "Oh, general!" exclaimed the latter, impulsively, "do you really think they will succeed?" The great_ Indian-fighting general pulled his grizzled mustache to hide a s light smile, and replied: I can only hope so, because Buffalo Bill is at the head 0f that rescuing band. In the meantime, pray of good heart." And she smiling ly permitted him to her back to her quarters; for, in addition to the intense cold, a severe sandstorm was beginning to blow down from the northwest. Buffalo Bill and his two lieutenants were riding somewhat in advance of their band, which was fol lowing under the immediate command of the scout Louis Rameau, when all were suddenly enveloped in the whirl and fury of the sandstorm referred to. It yvas, in fact, a sand and snowstorm combined, and, though of brief duration, was very violent while it lasted.

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10 THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. was about two miles out of the agency, and as the air cleared an sight presented itself. Two troops of cavalry, and decimated from the battle of Wounded Knee, were seen coming toward the Ridge, their wagon train following about a tnile behind, though somewhat away to the north. "Ha!" the exclamation was Buffalo Bill's, as he pointed to a large band of Indians that was sweeping down upon the wagons from the northwest. "Two Strike's band, w'th Two-Strike himself at head, by Jupiter!" "True ez you're born!" echoed Yankton Charley, standing up in his stirrups for a better view over the distant wagon tops. "I know him by ther double line of eagle feathers down the back of his head. By Jingo l he must hev heard of W oundea Knee, an' this is his fust swoop out of his Bad Lands fer revenge." "He'll hev it, too, 'r I'm a coyote!' cried Buckskin Jack. "Th et intervenin' ridge hides him h;om ther soldiers, an' he's already nearer te4i thar wagons thai1 we are. He'll scoop 'em in, sure!" "Only to have them torn back out of his clutch, then!" said Buffalo Bill; and then, coming to a mo mentary pause, in order to more thoroughly take in the situation and gauge his distances, the sharp, de cisive words of command flew out of his mouth, like shot ot of a gun: "Quick, Buckskin, over yonder with you to apprise the troops! Yankton, hurry up our main body to support me !" Buckskin was off to execute his order as soon as he could wheel his horse, but Yankton could not but lin ger, open-mouthed, for an instant. "Hold on!" cried Yankton. "Good Lord! ye won't tackle all them Indians alone?" "Bring up .our band after me!" reiterated the mas ter scout, in a voice of thunder. "Do you hear?" He only waited long enough to see the scout dash back at last towa.rd the rescuing party, which was less than a quarter of a mile behind; and then, wheeling his own horse, was off like a meteor in the direction of the apparently doomed wagon train. "Can have forgotten his word to me?" muttered the scout between his teeth, as he dashed away. "Yes!" with another beyond the wagons; "there is no that lofty figure, that eagle crest. Two-Strike himself, with at least a hundred of his individual tribe-the flower of the hostile Sioux. Ha!" with a disappointed clinch ing of the teeth, and a fresh spur fo'r his flying steed. He was yet half-a-mile away from the train when the Indians were seen to sweep down upon it like a hurricane. There were a few scattering shots, probably telling of the death of such of the teamsters as had offered resistance, and then a dip in the broken ground mo mentarily shut out everything from view. When Buffalo Bill surmounted the corresponding rise of ground the train was already in the hands of the savages. With rare good judgment, they had not stopped to loot the wagons, but had wheeled the teams, and were already making off with them for the Bad Lands as fast as they could lash the exhausted ani mals into action. Buffalo Bill had halted his brown steed on the crest, and now smiled to perceive that his presence had not as yet been by the now fugitive sav ages. "It is my turn now," he muttered. you will find that you do not break your word with me, without paying the cost!" A moment later, \tis entire band of fifty came gal loping up to his side. They were but half the number of the hostiles, but what of that? In ten minutes he had them marshaled down in the next dip of ground, out of sight of the Indians, in two squadrons, one under Yankton Charley's leader ship, the other headed by Louis Rameau, in general command. Thence he was enabled, by the nature of the ground, to lead them leisurely to an emitrence about a mile beyond, where the marauding Indians were at their very feet.

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IJ'HE BUFF A L O BILL STORIES. 1 1 The savages looked up with a startled yell, but it was too late. The scouts, with the prince of plainsmen at their head, were already thundering clown upon them, fa:ing as they came; while at the same time one of the cavalry troops, brought back at Buckskin Jack Russell's summons, appeared on another ridge-crest a little to the south, thus placing them between two fires. In the ten minutes that ensued soldiers, rescuers and hostiles were mingled indiscriminately in a hot carbine, Winchester and revolver fight. Then the wagons were recovered, and the Indians were in panic-stricken flight for the Bad Lands, leav ing, nearly a score of their' number dead on the ground, and without any serious loss to the victors whatevei. While the brief fight was raging, Buffalo Bill had just emptied a couple of saddles with his unerring Winchester and was careering with several others of his band, in hot pursuit of a small squad of fugitives, when a strong voice called out to him, in Sioux, from among some neighboring rocks: "What, Big White Chief Bill! is it thus that you would treat your old-time friend and fellow-hunter, Two-Strike, of the Brules ?" The master scout reined up, in some astonishment, to perceive Two-Strike himself, magnificently mounted, and standing out against the sky as if carved out of bronze, horse and rider, on the very summit of the rocks. "Traitorous chief!" he indignantly thundered, in response, "why have you broken your word to me?" "Bah!" cried the great chief of the hostiles, "all words break in time of war.1 "You'll find to your cost, Two-Strike, that my secret power over you still holds strong and good." "And when and where, Big Chief Bill; will you seek me to prove it?" "In the heart of the Bad Lands, and within less than a week!" roared out Cody. And then he was spurring up the steep, whea, with a majestic wave of the hand, the red warrior urged his steed out of sight on the opposite side, and w;s seen no more. Buffalo Bill regretted the imprudence of his last words when it was too late to recall them; and it had been noticed with surprise by several hearers that heither he nor Two-Strike had sought to exchange a shot while it lasted. \:Vhat was the secret power which the master scout was generally credited with holding over the great chief of the and which he himself had at last proclaimed? The recapture of the wagons having been secured, Cody and his band of rescuers pushed on their war, into the Bad Lands. The thrilling story of the speedy and bloody suc cess of their mission, and of their triumphant return to Pine Ridge with Red Tomahawk and his party, belongs not to this narrative. On the next day following the rescue Buffalo Bill had his next interview with Mrs. J ernyngham. The lady received him with her accustomed grac10usness. On a sofa reclined a strapping big, handsome and fair-haired young Englisfiman, wounded in a night skirmish with the hostiles of the preceding day, who was introducea as the Mr. Tom Travers, Miss Delmar's affianced lover, already referred to. "Oh; Mr. Cody! to think of how strangely things turn out. Here you are, safe and sound, and .doubt less in readiness for your desperate expedition for the rescue of my niece; and yet, here is Mr. Travers, too, though incapacitated from accompanying you." Buffalo Bill had by this time ascertained that Mr. Travers' wound was in the foot, and more painful than serious. "We'll have to ge along Without the gentleman's services as best we can," he politely repli ed, though decidedly satisfied with the situation. "How are you finding yourself now, sir?" "Ho, fairly enough, you know," responded Mr. Travers, who had already described the manner of his receiving the shot.

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12 THE BU ff ALO BILL STORlr:S. Cody was quite certain that no delay was possible; and even Mrs. Jernyngham was compelled to agree with him, notwithstanding what she thought the expedition was; missing through lack of Mr. Travers' co operation. "We must cl,o out best without him, ma'am," repeated the grea,t scout. 1nd he then took his leave, after promising to introduce his fellow scouts early on the following morning, just prior to setting out upon their hazardous undertaking. It was at the close of cold, lowering day as he stepped forth from the trader's house, and the vast carnp, fort and tow n combined, that went to make up Pine Ridge at this critical period, was in bustling commotion, with the campfires already beginning to .. glitter among the hundreds of Indian tepees on the encircling hills. CHAPTER IV. AMONG Awaiting him at a rendezvous agreed on-a corr. fortable cabin well back on the wild hillside to the north of the agency-Buffalo Bill found the four men who were to accompany him into the Bad Lands on the morrow. Of these, Yankton Charley, and his subordinate scout, Louis Rameau, were pteparing ovet a roaring fire, which diffused a comfortable warmth throughout the rude but substantial interior, while Buckskin Jack and "the daring Indian, Red hawk, were cleaning up their weapons iri. a oorner. All had beeh conversing in low tones, but the conversation ceased and all looked up expectantiy as their famous leader entered the q.bin. "It's all right, boys," said the latter, cheerfully. "The is not to accompany us." There was a general expression of relief. I "Ugh!" exclaimed Red Tomahawk, who retained L many of his Indian idiosyncrasies ip spite of his blue I uniform and his Jong training ,on terms of perfect cqHality among the soldiers and the white scouts here, there, and almost everywhere through the vrild Northwest; "glad of it!" Still," observed Cody, "this Mr. might have been of real use to us, with s;;ome_ experiehce in Indian fi:htini" such as your Mr. J ackford had, Tom. He's a brave Engliiht:tian, with lots of sand in him. I'd bet on it. "Still, he'd only be in the way," observed Buck :kin, satisfiedly. "We're enough a s it is in my opin ion." "Mine, too!" grunted Yankton, stirring up the camp kettle, while Rameau silently nodded. "Ten derfoot's no good.'' Red Tomahawk rnse, and, doubtless being pretty hungry, peeped into the smoking kettle, with a sidelong glance at the coffee pot. He was a superb specimen of the red man,esix feet three in his moccasins, with a flashing eye and much nobility of manner. "My young man, Mr. Jackford," he said, simply, "was no tenderfoot. He had fought Indians before, and was afraid of nothing. How I wish supper was ready!" "Now!" exclaimed Yankfon, hoisting off the pot, while Louis Rameau produced the tin plates, tin cups knives and forks. "An' this hyar orter be good, 'r I don't know how to cook." While the meal was in progress, Buffalo Bill, after assuring himself that all preparations were complete for the morrow's start, observed: "Look here, men! it has struck me that we might put in a good two or three hours tfiis evening, in the way of obtaining more 'definite information than we now possess concerning the lay of the land before us. I mean more particularly, of course, concerning the exact location of Miss Delmar's place of ca12tivity the best means of reaching her through the hostil: camp, and so on." I "What air your orders, chief?" inquired Buckskin "I propose that we each visit such of the tepees scattered roundabouts a s we are best acquainted with, and among which such of the Big Knife squaws

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q"HE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. 13 and old men as did not accompany him into the Bad Lands are scattered about among the friendly tribes. You know how swiftly information from Big Knife himself would likely to reach them. Well, we will reet here again, say, at ten dclock with such reports a.s we have been able to gather. What do you all There was a general and hearty approval. "Good thing, Big Chief Bill!" exclaimed Red Tom ahawk, on his part. "I know Big Knife's old uncle, Little Dog, among the Sioux tepees on the south. ['11 see what I can make out of him." And, seizing ri.s rifle, after wr_apping warmly, he forth strode out mto the wmtry mght. "I'll try the Cheyen11e lodges to the southwest," j aid Yankton Charley. "I bet some of Big Knife's relatives who know me can be found thar. Louis Rameau, you come along. You can try some er ther further back in the big ravine You'll be sure [ o pick up suthin'." "Rightr, Yankton," responded Louis, in his accusomed quiet way. "Nothing like trying, anyway." I After these twio had likewise taken their departure, buckskin Jack looked at Buffalo Bill, who was lds making himself ready to follow their example, nd said, in a rather disconsolate tone: "Look hyar, chief, if we wuz only down Rushvillein old N ebrasky, I'd be all right in a racket like his hyar, But what do I know 'bout the tepees he diff'rent friendlies an' half-friendlies roundabut her Ridge hyar? No more, 'r not much more'n ::i. cat in a strange garret. See? So, I reckon I'm out this hyar deal." "No, you're not, Buckskin," replied Cody, in his lunt, decided way. "Come with me?" "Good 'nough !" and Buckskin sprang to his feet .. th surprising alacrity, reaching for his rifle and inter traps. "Whar ye goin', Bill?" "Up among the tepees directly back of this hill. I mow that Big mother and lame sister are aking pot luck somewhere among 'em since he lit ut for the Bad Lands so suddenly, with the best art of his band. Come along I" After quitting the cabin, and securing the door in a rough fashion, they struck straight up the rough hill side, guided by the ragged fringe of tepee-fires on the crest, and with the hundreds of lights from the gteit military camptown in the valley behind them. The night was not very dark,' however, thoug-h without moon or stars-one of those wintry nights, with a weird swt of sky-brightness of its own. Besides, the hillside was not steep, save in places. though rough with rock-juttirigs, and honey combed with shallow pockets and caves. However, when not more'than half-way up, Buck skin suddenly stopped, and tingloving his hand, stretched it out before him, with a muttered oath. "What's the matter?" demanded his companion, sharply. "Snow!" with another oath. "Can't ye feel it spittin' inter yer face?" "Yes; and so much the better. Come on!" "By Jingo! I didn't think o' thet. So it is, per haps." And the ascent was resumed. By the time the summit was rea ched, the air was thick with the swarming flakes; slowly whitening the figures of the Indians, smoking their pipes or making their miserable evening-meal around the open-air tepee campfires, that were irreg11larly tered here and there. The great scout was known almost everywhere among the tepees, _both personally and by reputa tion, and with the profoundest favor and respect. Still, there were exceptions. Under his lead, they passed among the fires, exchanging friendly noels and "how's" with braves and squaws alike. Crossing a dark strip of ground beyond, they made a slight descent, and then entered a wide ravine, skirted on each side by a long line of tepees and fires. "These friendlies in -here ought to be particularly well contented just now," said Cody, in a low voice. "They received their beef rations but two days ago. Look at the meat-pots on the fires; and yonde(s a ,.

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14 if H E BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. buck trying to sing a son g, and without being drunk, at that." Approaching a l arge fire, around wh i ch a large group of Indians of both sexes-though, barring the wa rpaint, which, of course, the friend l ies did not af fect, the squaws could only be distinguished by their leggings, few of the.men we aring those-Buffalo Bill at once shook hands with an old and dignified-looking chief ; and, after introducing his friend, he said in Sioux: 1' The old chief gravely inclined his head in ackn o wl eclgment of the complim ent, a nd w hi c h he doubtles coT\s iderecl as n o thin g m o re than hi s due. Reel Cloud continued Buff a l o Bill "my and I w o uld hav e some talk with Choc-ta w -ree s h th m other, and Malk-wahkee, the little lame sister, 6 Big Knife, the renegade Oga llala chief. ,Where sha l we .be most likely to find them?" Red Cloud spoke in a low voice to a young squ a \ at hi s side, and he in d icated a tepee at the fa rthen "Red Cloud, you and your people up here are. end of the ravine as the place where the squaws it lo"oking well arid kindly." "Bu ffalo Bill, we always look and feel so when we can keep warm and have plenty to eat. Here!" The old chief passed the pipe he was smoking, which was returned to him after each o f the visitor:; had taken a whiff at it. "I find you up here among your people s tepees, Red Cloud, and not in your own comfortable c a bin down under the hill. How i s that?" "One must share one's people s common lot some times, Buffalo Bill. I wish they could all have com fortable houses like that of mine under the hill, but they c .an't." Still, you are old, m y friend; and s ee the snow whi r ls the wind bites " I am old and my b o nes often ache friend, but as for the snow and wind bah!" with a shrug of the blanketed shoulders. I a m still an Indian. That will do for squaw s, contemptu ously indicatin g the large adjoining tepee, brightly l ighted within, and from which issued numerous s q uaw-like voices at intervals, "the open campfire, in all weathers, is for the Indian brave, when he is strong and fr ee." "Y, ou say you are still an Indian; ay, and a brav e and true one, too, Red Cloud--:even like the mountain oak, rugged and powerful in its old a ge, which may fall at last out of sheer weariness of living but whic h the stormwinds of heav en may strive in vai n to bend or uproot-the glory of the earthly wilderness, the splendor of the Great Spirit's happy hunting-grou nds beyond the skies question were most l ikely to be found. Buffalo Bill thanked him for his information, and! was then about to withdraw, with his companion when a strangely impres sive incident occurred. Suddeply a squaw' s voice from the adjoining l odge ros e in a wild, shrill, yet not discordant chant, or s ong, that swept out upon the wintry night in a sort of fury of mingled defiance and despair. It was a battle-song, a call to arms, and the old chief sprang to 1his feet, throwing back his blanket, his grasp upon his rifle his whole figure dilating, his face menacing and exultant. At the same instant, his younger braves (those who were always so urgent for war among the friendlie s ) came thronging around him from every quarter of the camp, -with brandis hed weapons and whoops, while there was the of a wild figure at the door of the tepee. It was tha t of the singer-a squaw, her loosened hair flying abou t her dark, contorted, flame-lit face, a bared scalping-knife in each lifted hand. But ere thi s Buffalo Bill's iron grip had close-4 on hi s compa nion s shoulder, dragging him silently out of the howling crowd and out of sight clown into the ravine. "It is the old chief's favorite wife-a s he de v il!" he h oars ely whispered in res pon s e ,to Buc kskin's inquiring stare.1 "Curse her! If old R e d Cloud ever brea ks faith with the a g ency to join the hostiles it will be throug h her influence e v en mor e tha n that of dare-devil Jack Red his son. But let us

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\ t'HE BUFF J\LO BILL STORIES. 15 hasten. This incident i s fortunate for us in at least one respect. It dears out the lower ravine of the more dangerous young bucks." This proved to be true, for they made their way to the lower end, through the lines of fires and tepees, apparently without attracting any observa tion whatever. Entering at last the tepee that had been indicated to them, they found old Choc-taw-reesh there, together with two other squaws, but Malk-wah-kee was not with them. The latter, as her mother gruntingly explained, in response to some inquiries on the part of the great scout, was visiting a smaller tepee yet farther down the ravine, in fact, the very last one in the camp. The daughter, Malk-wah-kee was by far the more CHAPTER V. A THRII,LING ENCOUNTER. As the sc out was approaching the lonely tepee without any particular caution, he :,uddenly saw something which caused him to crouch behind ::i. friendly rock, gripping his Winchester with a tighter clutch, and with every faculty on the aJert. Two or three figures, or the shadowy outlines of such, had flitted mysteriously along the upper rocks beyond the fading campfire and the side. of the tepee, and had then a s mysteriou?ly disappeared. What could it mean? None of Red Cloud's own camp vvould require to exercise such s ecrecy of moverent; while Brules were known to be constantly haunting the friendly camps for the purpose of spreading disaffection important of the two, being somewhat of a medicine among them. woman, and therefore the more likely to be in con: Buffalo Bill crept up from rock to rock, stant secret communication with her brother. Accordingly, Buffalo Bill left his brother scout to extract what information was to be obtained from Choc-taw-reesh, if any at all, v v hile he should go in search of the daughter. ''I'll do what I kin 'ith fascinatin' ther old gal, Bill," said Buckskin Jack, gallantly advancing and offering Choc-taw-reesh a handful of tobacco crumbs by way of breaking the ice of conversation, "but she looks ez if she'd like ter stick a knife inter me ribs at any minute. Howsomever, anything ter obleege a friend." And he promptly squatted cross-legged before the antiquated beauty's feet. Buffalo Bill smiled, for the mother of the handsome Big Knife was assuredly as hideous as original sin herself; but no time was to be lost, so he hurried out o f the lodge. The snow had stopped falling, and he had no dif ficulty in locating the small tepee to which he had been directed. It was entirely from the others, and, though a light glimmered from within, there was only the flickering embers of an attendant open-air campfire, a little to one side of it and up along the rocky wall of the ravine . from cranny to cranny, to the spot at which his keen eye had detected the flittering figures. 0 If Brule, or hostile spies they should prove to be, it was of vital importance that they should be dis posed of forthwith, and-in the present con dition of the old chief and his younger braves-if possible, without disturbing the camp. He accordingly shifted his rifle to his left hand, and drew his hunting-knife with his right. He had hardly done so when three Brule braves, in full warpaint, suddenly rose, as if from the very ground, and silently precipitated themselves upon him, with uplifted gun, knife and tomahawk, re spectively But, sudden and preconcerted as was the attack, Buffalo Bill, the prince of plainsmen, was not unprepared for it. Stepping among them with the rapidity of a light ning-bolt, a side swipe of his rifle barrel knocked the tomahawk-wielder senseless the hatche. : falling from the nerveless reds kin's g r a::T : o nvenient t o his own hand, which ther. eupon droppe d the gun li1
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THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. Driving his knife to the hilt into another foeman s heart, and then, diving forward with the force of a catapult, he staggered the third with a tremendous butting blow, delivered full in the throat, easily tomahawking him dead at a sirtgle left-handed blow be fore he could recover. However, the hatchet remained sticking in the falkn Brule's skull, so deeply was it buried therein. The next instant, however, the first brave whom he had floored-a gigantic warrior, bared now to the waist-having recovered his senses, was upon him like a hu rricane, weaponless, but with outstretched arms as formidable as those o,f a grizzly bear on the warpath. But in an instant the scout had closed with him, clutching his tbrQat with a murderous left-handed grip; and away they went tumbling down the slope in a death-lock. They squarely in the dying campfire, the hostile undermost, his bare back toasting and sizzling on the live coals, Bill on top, his knife-hand free at last. The Indian might well have yelled, but for the ste ely grip on his throat, for he was smoking and roasting like a pig on the spit, but a single blow of the knife put an end to his sufferings. All this on the snow-sheeted ground, and by the weird reflection from the campfires farther up the ra vine. The scout staggered to his feet, and recovered his rifle, scarcely able for the moment to realize the good fortune that had attended him in this unequal hand-to-hand fight. Then, momentarily weak and dizzy, he plunged headlong down the side of the ravine and through the side of the tepee. A young squaw, nursing an older one, who was sick, was beside her charge, the sole occupant of the lodge. Both were too frightened to scream, and in an instant Buffalo Bill was on his feet, with such explana tions as quieted alarm of at least the younger, who was none other. than Malk-wah-kee herself with whom he was well and favorably acquainted while, as for the invalid squaw, she was apparent!] ti:>o far gone to yell out if she had wanted to. "You might have entered the tepee by th door, ... White Chief Bill, and have been more welcome, said Malk-wah-kee, gravely. She was a very prett young Indian woman, of not more than eighteen, whose lameness was slight. "However, if you tum bled down the rocks by accident, of course you are not to blame." Bill had said nothing about his ter rific fight outside in his explanations. "But,'' with aJ rueful look at the rent in the side of the tepee, "this poor woman's habitation is ruined. I am afraid she will freeze to death." The scout had exchanged pleasant glances and ._words with "the little lame medicine woman" be fore now, and he was somewhat surprised. Her language was in keeping with her neat and modest ap pearance. As for her medicine-woman reputationin such odd contrast with her youthfulness-she might have acquired it from some smattering of the art derived from the mission schools, supported b)'I a subsequent fortunate cure or two among her own people, but for this he cared nothing. J "It is pretty tough on the poor creature,'' he ad mitted, with a glance from the hole in the buffalo j sewn wall to the motionless woman on the couch of skins, who was eying him listlessly; "but ain't she pretty well done for already?" "No; she will recover, if I can get her to the agency hospital to-morrow, as I had intended." "Where's her husband?" "Off to the hostiles with my brother. r-'Isn't it the way with all of 'em? She is one of my own people." This was said in English, and pretty good at that. "Hold on!" said Bill, "I'll fix up the tent in short order." And he forthwith stooped down and began to mend the rent wiJ:h surprising swiftness.

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THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. 11 Malk-wah-kee, while occasionally ministering to her patient, watched him interestedly. "There's blood on your knife-sheath, White Chief Bill!" she suddenly exclaimed. "It's edges drip with it." The scout had forgotten to wipe off the blade before returning it to its sheath. "vVhat does that mean?" "Oh! didn't you hear the scream of the panther I was knifing up yonder in the rocks just before my tumble into this place?" "No." "Well, neither did I," said the scout, though he careful to say it to himself. Then he confronted her seriously, saying: "You haven't asked me why I am here, Malk-wah-kee ?" "Then you were on your way to see me when you stumbled down the rocks, White Chief Bill?" "Yes." "Why are you here; White Chief Bill?" "Can't you guess?" "Perhaps so; but tell me." "Malk-wah-kee, I'm here, as you must have guessed, about the young lady your brother, Big Knife, carried off." "Well?" "She was carried off?" he asKed, eagerly. "You are to rescue her, White Chief Bill?" "Yes," a little reluctantly, though at last he decided to trust her implicitly. "Vvhen do you start?:' "To-morrow." "Vv ell, yes, then, Miss Blanche was carried off, and very much against her will." "Why have your brother's people here sought to give a contrary impression?" "They are ignorant and vain, while the young lady is so high up-, so beautiful and rich. Miss Blanche was kind to me--kinder than all the other lady teach ers. I love her, and I am grateful." "You are, perhaps, in constant communication with Big Knife?" "Yes." "Malk-wah-kee, I want you to me all you know about Miss Delmar's place of captivity-l and the best way for me to seek her." "My brother would kill me." "He shall know nothing; I will take care of that." "What do you already know from Yankton Charley?" Surprised, Buffalo Bill told her the extent of the information he had received. "You need know no more at present," observed the strange little sguaw, quietly. "Sl:10uld you suc ceed in pii;rcing Two-Strike' s lines-in reaching the top of the guarded plain-you will soon know more, and perhaps unexpectedly." "I cannot say more now. Good-by, .White Chief Bill." She was speaking in Sioux again, ano in her low voice, that had so much meekness and music in it. Moreover, she rose from her seat by the sick squaw's pallet, ina firmly dismissive way that was conclusive. Thanking her, he turned to go, and then, thought fully, turned back again, holding out his hand, in which she timidly placed her own, casting down her eyes. "Malk-wah-kee," he said, i:.,.ently, for there was a pity in his great heart for this poor young thingperhaps a trampled savage flower, but with truth and hope blindly gToping to lift up its darkened life among those of its nobler sisterhood-"Malk-wahkee, when shall I see you again, if I come out of this peril successfully?" "Perhaps when you least expect it." "I don't mean that," not understanding, and a lit tle impatiently. "I mean, you know," awkwardly, "that I would like to do something for you-to ad vance you in the world, should such be your aspira tion, as I suspect." "Yes, Great Chief Bill." "What do you most wish m the world, for).nstance ?"

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18 THE BUFF l\LO BILL STORIES. "What do I most wish in all t he world? she repeated slowly "Yes." "W eU, Great Chief Bill, apart from one wish that yo. u will never know, I think I should best like-wait! Have you not among you, in the great world, medi cine women, no less than medicine men ?-healers, I mean, who study, and are truly wise, and can do great good among the broken and the suffering?" "Oh, it's doctoresses, you mean-woman doctors?" cried Bill. "Yes, I think so." '"And that's what you'd like to be?" "yes." '"Then, by Jupiter! that you shall have the chance of becoming, if ever I have the opportunity of giving it to you. Cheer up, my girl Who knows but that you may one day become noted as the great no humbug about it, either-and have your shingle hanging out in Sioux City, or Spokane, or somewhere e l se?" And, with a hearty shake of the hand, he hurried out into the night, \vithout a present thought for his three dead men up there on the snowy rocks, almost at his and muttering himself: "The odde s t, queerest little squaw I ever knew!'' How much, for life or death, can be compressed in brief. Not more half an hour h a d elap s ed between Buffalo Bill's leaving his fellow adventurer, Buck skin Jack Russell, in the larger tepee, at old Choc taw-reesh's, and his return thence. Buckskin jumped to his feet, and hurriedly re joined his commander, with a most disgusted look on his face, and something other than his Winchester rifle bundled under his left arm .. "Ho. w did you get along with the old witch?" Cody inquired, as they passed up through the ravme. "Drop on it!" was the growled and profane an swer. "The old she-devil actually did try to stick a knife inter me on the sly, and more than once." "Any inform a tion?" "Not a rap. "What's that bundle under your arm?" "A brand new squaw's dress complete, in deer skin an' of a sartin s i ze. I bought it of one of ther squaws fer a package o' beads I happened to have with me." "A squaw's costume! vVhat for?" Buck s kin had by this time recovered his good humor. "Ever see Louis Rameau do the squaw act in a French-an'-half-breed dance, up on ther Red River of the North?" he asked. "No. "Wall, he kin do it to a charm; an' I thort th et, ith this hyar costume along 'ith us in ther Bad Lands, it mought come in sorter handy ez a disguise 'r suthin' er ther sort." .. "Good idea! said the scout, quickly. "Let us hurry up now if we are to get back to the cabin by ten, accordin g to appointment." He had already told his companion of his adventure with the trio of Brule spies. On reaching the head of the ravine, old Red Cloud was found to be still smoking peacefull y by the great fire with a few companions mostly old men. The adjoining tepee was silent, the squaws wild battle-song was long since hu s hed, the clamoring bucks were housed away in the various lodges, and all was once more at peace. "Great Chief Red Cloud!" said Buffalo Bill, lay ing his hand impressively on the old warrior's shoulder; "there is trouble and treachery in your camp." "It cannot be, for I am here,' was the disdainful answer. "It is the truth," repeated Bill, impressively. "Three of Two-Strike's spies were here in the ravine, at all events. With what object you can guess-to hiss trea,.son into your young men's minds, and whisper them away to danger and destruction in the Bad Lands! I myself saw them skulking at the lowe end of the ravine."

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THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. 19 "What!" roared the old chief, springing up in a fury of outraged authority; "have they dared?" Then Buffalo Bill and his companion hurried away, and, as they made their way up out of the ra vine, they heard the entire straggling encampment around them in a tumult. "They'll know thet you did em up, Bill,' sug gested Buckskin Jack. "The. y'll know thet no man but you could hev did sech a job ? "Let them know or suppose what they choose,'' replied the master s cout, coolly, "so long as Red Cloud and his people are saved to the agency. Come along!" Arrived at the rendezvous, they found their three pards equally prompt to the appointed hour, and awaiting them there. Red Tomahawk, on his part, h?-d s ucceeded in ob taining little additional information from Little Dog, Big Knife s old unc ) among the tepe e s but had, nevertheless, succeeded in bringing back with a complete ghost-dancing costume, vvhich he thought might possibly prove of service in the forthcoming expedition. "May come in handy, along with Buckskin's squaw dress," commented Buffalo Hill, approvingly. "Yankton, have you and Louis clo ne anything among the Cheyenne tepees?" Yes, they had found a Cheyenne hostile just in from the Bad Lands on the sly, and so boas tfully drunk that they had extracted much from him that was_ new' and prove useful concerning TwoStrike's. great fortified village on the elevated plateau. "Vv e re all right, it appears to me,-i' said the scout, in separating from his companions for the night. "Try to. be looking your dandiest, all of you, by early breakfast to-morrow. For, just before we start, I've promised to introduce you to Mrs. J ernyngham and Mr. Travers." "Perhaps so, Louis; but let us first succeed." rejoined Buffalo Bill, dryly. "Good-night, boys, and good. rest! They may be the last ones we'll have for days to come." CHAPTER VI. 'l 'HE RESCUE. Perhaps the scout, a1T.ong Buffalo Bill's four picked and veteran followers, who made the profounde s t impres sion upon Mrs. Jernyngham and young English guest, was Red Tomahawk. Buckskin Jack Russell, with rugged character istics of the true .frontiersman, could have had no occasion for fear as to his personality. Yankton Charley's unabashed democratic self-respect, from bronzed face t o jingling spurs, was worthy of all pra ise. The d ark, Indian complexion of Louis Rameau, in his half-Indian co s tume, and notwithstanding the glare which he at once fastened upon the lady's diamond brooch and ear-rings, her mentally pron o unce him quite romantic. But for the towering Ogallala Indian, Red Tomah a wk, or Nature' s no bl em .an in all unconscious majesty, there was a tacit granting of the possession o f s up e riority from the start. Then she gracefully presented e a c h scout, their com1' 11ander included, with a suggestiv e two-quart flas k neatly wr apped up against suspicion, bade them godspeed individually, while throwing out suf ficiently broad hints as to how generously grateful she might prove in the event of Miss Delmar being restored uninjured ta her anxious arms, and the in t e rvi e w was at an end. It was eight o'clock in the morning when the five men rode of Pine Ridge for the Bad Lands, at tended by a single pack-mule bearing their provi sions and slender camping outfit, together with some extras. "Great lady, much money!" cominented Louis Armed to the teeth, serviceably mounted, veterans Rameau, in his odd way. "Mebbe much money in in scoutine-, Indian fighting, and far Vv est adventure b e lt-pouch, if we succeed." in ge i_eral, a better equipped expedition of its size

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2 0 THE BUF F J\f;.O BILL STORIES. had, doubtless, seldom set out on a more desperate quest. Thoug-h the threshold of their chiefest peril-the border of the ill-omened Bad Lands of the early French explorers-was qut twenty odd miles the country was daily being tra versed by Indian bands, hostiles, friendlies or doubtfols, as the case might be. The military troopers or scouts were also roving hither and thither. War, and rumors of war, were constantly in the air. Skirmishes and isolated tragedies were constantly Indeed, Buffalo Bill had quietly declared at the outset that it was doubtful if they should cross the interval at the end of a day's journey without seri ous interruption, or more or less fighting, and the event proved his judgment correct. The weather had moderated greatly, being cloudy and clear by turns, and the going was fairly good, considering the nature of the country. In fact, v'vhile crossing a small tributary of the White river, when scarcely five miles out' of Pine Ridge, Louis Rameau, who chanced to be riding ahead, signaled the alarm, and then can1e galloping furiously back from a slight eminence he had reached. The party, at their leader's command, had no sooner formed a compact and wedge-like front among some rocks, when a single horseman of extraordinary aspect came charging almost directly toward them from slight rise of ground a little more to the northward. The horse was a dappled Indian pony, lathered with foam, wild with terror, and without guidance . The horseman, a tall, gaunt Indian, in full paint and feathers, sat bolt upright on the speeding ani maFs back, stiff as a man of bronze ; apparently weaponless, his arms hanging rigidly at his sides, his ey-es fixed and staring straight ahead. ,"Stop! don't waste a bullet, Yank," commanded the scout. "That man is dead already-perhaps has been so for several minutes." This was the truth. As the mad steed whirled past, its lifeless rider sddenly collapsed falling prone on his face at their very feet, revealing the deep, but bloodless, d eath shot directly between the shoulder blades. "Was that all?" laconically demanded Buffalo Bill, turning to Rameau. "No; more to come. Wait! we're all right," was the response. And then, almost immediately, from the same di rection, distant shots, and the nearer clatter, swiftly deepening into a thunder of hurrying hoofs. "Hyar they come!" yelled Buckskin, as a mob of fugitive hostiles came breaking over the ridge. "Hold fast as we're pointing, and we'll easily split 'em apart," coolly ordered the leader. "But don't shoot unless compelled. It isn't any funeral of ours, if they let us alone." They were coming down like mad, twelve or fifteen runaway Indians, brandishing guns, and g i ving utterance to their panic-stricken ydls. But not a shot w:as attempted, and the wedge-like front of the adventurers, securely posted almost in the center of the trail, split their ragged column apart, and in a minute the fugitives had disappeared on either side Then came the conquerors and pursuers-wellmounted Ir:dian scouts in army blue-and their com mander, a young officer, with his saber flashing, waved his hand to Buffalo Bill, as they swept past like the wind, and with a victorious shout. "Lieutenant Casey and his splendid scouts," commented Bill. "Things are getting rather hot here abouts, but we might as well get on the move." It was the gallant and noble young Casey who was so treacherously murdered by a Brul e brave a little more than a week later on, and whose death caused as profound and regretful a sensation throughout the country as had that of the ill-fated Captain Vv al lace at W ounded Knee. The little band arrived at noon, without further in cident, at the. looted store of a young French half-

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THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. 2 1 breed trader, where they stopped to console him a bit,. and take their noonday bite. Louis Rameau recognized the ruined young mer :hant a an old friend. A raiding band. of Brnles and Arrapahoes had do ne the mischief at daybreak, and the appearance of a itrong force of the Ninth Cavalry had alone caused ;hem to make off without burning the building, and )erhaps murdering its despoiled proprietor. The party shared their cold meal with the young nan_....who had been just on the point of setting out 'or the agency when they arrived-and then resumed :heir march, the trail leading them more and more :o the northward. An hour later, a very larg e body of Indians, on :heir \Vay southward, appeared on a di stant ridge. The scout, with hfa field-glass, s atisfied himself lhat it was not a war party, but an entire tribe of !riendlies on their way to Pine Ridge from the N" orthwest. "It's Young-Man-Afraid-of-His-Horse and his fol owing," he announced at last. "This will be good 1ews at the agency, though I have never for a min1te doubted the loyalty of Young-Man-Afraid. He's ust as solid as his father, Old-Man-Afraid, was be 'ore him." Red Tomahawk came galloping back, and he was 1ccompanied by the chief himself, who shook hands .vith the great scout and his companions, though )nly able to give a rather dismal description of what 1e had seen. Young-Man-Afraid was in ordinary times even a 11ore powerful chief among the Sioux than Two Strike himself, for he held his authority by right of nheritance, which the last named did not. He was now on his way to the agency, with such )f his tribe as remained to him from a long sojourn 1p in the Crow country, far to the Northwest. ."Look at them, Big Chief Bill!" he exclaimed, in :lignantly, as his people went filing past, with dogs )arking, tepee-pole s trailing, an Indian village on the move. "The men and squaws, and babies that you: see in the procession, do they look fat or lean?" Bill had to confe that none of them looked espe cially overfed at all events which indeed, all t oe; apparent: "Arna how many fightiri.gmen 'do you out among them?" was the next query. "About a hundred." "There were three hundred when we started from the Crow country," said Young-Man-Afraid, mood ily. "As we crossed the Northeastern strip of tha Bad Lands, they fell away from me daily-by threes, and the dozen. All my authol'itY. could not keep them back. Thes e are all that are left Perhaps, before we reach the Ridge, these, too, will have melted away like spring snow in the sunshine, leaving me only my old men ; the squaws, and papooses. \!Vhere will they have gone, and wheu did the others go? To join Two-Strike in his ness. Good-by, Big Chief Bill!" The traveling had been growing steadily more dif .. ficult, the rises and falls in the vast rock-strewn, butte-broken and coulee-traversed plain, if such it could be called, more and more frequent. Five miles further on Buckskin Jack, who had during this time been scouting in advance, came ing back, waving his hand as a signa l for a halt. "What is it now?" coolly demanded Buffalo Bill, at whose command the party were already falling into a fairly good defensive position. "More hos tiles on the stampede?" "Not by a cl urned sight!" exclaimed Buckskin, springing from the saddle, and hurriedly leadi1i.g his horse in among s ome clustering rocks, where position had been taken up, the animals being out of sight, while their dismounted riqers were ranged along behind a natural wall of huge bowlders commanding the trail in front. "It's ther Injun scouts some of Captain Taylor's, I think-what's tryin' to

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I 22 if HE BU ff ALO BILL STORIES. save their scalps this time, an' 'ith at least half a hun qred o' Two-Strike's devils arter 'em, on the jump!" He had hardly finished speaking before the in number, with one white or half-white scout, Joe Biddle, among them-came in view, thun'dering down the rocky trail. "Hold on, Joe!" yelled the scout, spnngmg on a bowlder, and waving his gun; "here's safety for you, in here with us." Luckily for the fugitive scouts, he was recognized and heeded in time. ,They came to a .tumultuous halt, and; speedily taking in the situation, lost no time in joining the others in among the rocks. "Y e're good 'uns, whet there be of ye, Chief Bill," said Biddle, a tough, wiry little man, JVhile leading his horse in under cover with the rest; "but thar' s a slashin' big gang of 'em arter us. Howdy, Buck skin! Thet you, Louis? vV1'a t, Yank and Red Tom, too, eh?" Under Cody's directions, the scouts, carbines in readiness, were in line behind the bowlders with the rest. But the foremost of the pursuers burst in view over the neighboring ripge in time to see the scouts disposing of their horses behind the rocks, and immediate l y set up a triumphant chorus of whoops, while making a brief pause there for their companions to join them. "Good!" called out .Cody. "Lie low, all of you, and wait f<;>r the word. They think they have only bullets into the bowlders1 over the tops of wfiich or the military hats of the government scouts were p 1 mitted to be visible, but without effecting any mo damage than the wounding of one of the freshly-s creted animals in among the higher rocks behind. . "Not a shot in reply!" called out the scout's ste voice of command. ''\Vait for the word!" "X:ou bet!" responded Biddle, speaking for companions no less than himself. "Y ou'.re boss this hyer rock-trap, an' we're glad ter hav it so." Then a chief, in all the bravery of warpaint a eagle feathers, came slowly walking his horse do"' the trail. He waved a \Vhite rag, which was attachc to the end of his rifle. "It's Crow Dog, one of Two-Strike's big. men1 observed Buffalo Bill, in a low voice. "Joe Biddl you answer if he wants to talk; and remember, yo can't lay it on too thick." Here Crow Dog came to a halt, and called out, i pretty good English, a formal demand for the su; of the six scouts. If this was complied wit] they would, he said, be well treated as prisoners < war; otherwise their position should be carried an all hands put to death in short order. "No!" roared back Biddle. "Come an' take u blast yer streaky picter We've still two or thrc rounds left." An expression of fiendish exultation had crosse Crow Dog's savage, painted face. Only two or three rounds of ammunition left t you and your carbines to deal with. Our Winches-the cornered fugitives! ters will be something of'a surprise for 'em, if we can Without another word, he wheeled his pony an get them fo crowd down into the defile here." galloped back to his companions, tearing the whi t fAfter collecting on th1e ridge, the hostiles-there rag from his gun as he did so, and shouting out, i were sixty of them-came galloping confidently Sioux: 'down the slope, yel'ling and whooping, but paused "Come on! One big rush, and we have them < at the head of the defile, whence they began pouring our mercy."

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THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. 23 "Steady, there, all of you! called out Cod y for e last time, in a hoarse whisper. "They're comCT i:. The na ture of the trail was such that the hostiles u l d convenien.tly charge down into the defile about ur abreast. But such was their bloodthirsty eagerness to gob e up the exhausted handful of foemen which they agined to be alone making a last desperate stand f ainst them, that they came galloping down the r ail pell-mell, jostling one another, firing as they me, and with savage laughter in their yells. "Open out on 'em!" shouted Cody, at just the ht moment, when they were within le ss than enty yards of the natural fort. "Let em have it!" As he uttered the. command his own magazine 111 opened the ball by toppling a brave out of the dd1e at the fir s t crack. Then the entire eleven guns swept through the ass with terrific effect, the five Winchesters letting t a steady stream of balls, while the six uniformed outs were only a little less murderous with the ift firing from their breech-loading carbines. To say that the enemy were taken completely by rprise but feebly depicts the result. For half-a-minute or so it was simply carnage. to one. They were already gathered in consultatio:i" just out of ran'e; and, with cooler judgment, it would ha v e been a comparatively easy matter ta ha v e o v erpowered the scouts by climbing over one of the adjacent buttes overlooking the latter's; and thus have peppere:d them to death at their lei sure. But this was not to be. In fact, Buffalo Bill, quickly aware of th. e new danger to his party, was just thinking of or'd
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.. 24 THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. were routed in panic far a>vay to the north, with sev eral more of their sa.ddles emptied in the doing. Then Biddle and his friends rejoined their main command, while the rescuing expedition hurried along upon its w a y without waiting for the thanks that would doubtless h av e be e n theirs. "We must reach the buttes overlooking the Bad Lands for our night's camp if pos s ible, by sunset!" said Cody, with no care to conceal his anxiety, as he glanced at the fast declining sun "But if these interruptions are to continue, we 'll be stalled midway thither, with no wood for campfire no -decent camping-ground, or anything el s e." But yet one more interruption, and in many re spects, the most momentous of all a s affecting the aims of the expedition, was yet in store for them. The tall and irregular buttes fringing the embrace of the Bad Lands were already w ell approache. d and the party hurrying forward o ver the rough trail ; Yankton Charley, who had b ee n scouting off to the right, came dashing back at a break neck pace. "Injuns on the jump! ith ther cavalrymen in pur suit!" he cried . "They' ll be along thi s hyar way in less n three minutes Simply forming his party in a s olid body upon the rocky s lope beside the trail with the pack mule in the center, with cocked Winchesters, they waited the res ult. A moment later, the ragged column of the fugitive Indians came stampeding along the trail, in a mad break for their fastness in the Bad Lands, singly, or by twos, threes, or fours-perhaps forty or fifty in all and, for the most part, in too much of a hurr! to pay any attention to the halted expedition, or even to look to righ or left. Then there came a group of fiv e or six with a stalw art brave-a nd a s ingularl y handsome 01ie, in spi of his di s figuring warpaint-at their head, and: with a veiled squaw among them. Tllt v eil tied about her face and head was a thic blue one, s uch as any one of the women teachers the agency s chools mi ght h av e worn to protect h eyes from snow-glare, or her complexion from tb biting and chopping wind. All this was perceived in a fleeting instant, for t entire proces sioh was hurrying past at as break-nee a1speed as their jaded animals could be urged into. But the mystery of the veiled squaw was intens fied b y that v ery fact.....-the fleeting nature of he pas sing-for Buff a lo Bill thought, or half-thoug that s he furtivel y waved her hand to him while ga. loping by. But of this other fact there could be no doubt] that the young brave heading the group turned s quarely to the hillside in m g and that this mc1dent ehc1tel'l a:n exclamatio i both from the scout and Yankton Charley. Big Knife himself, by Jupiter!" ejaculated tH former. "Ther very cus s echoed Yankton, wi t h the cu ] tomary oath, wh i le both Louis Rameau and Re Tomahawk had likewi s e recognized the bra "Holy smoke! I wonde r f that v eiled gal cud h e been Mi ss Delmar, what were bent on r es cuin' . Knife's jus t daredevil enough ter fetch ther you Jeddy on a jaunt out o ther Bad. Lands, like t H hyar, in er sheer spirit er brag." "By heavens! but it is Miss Dehr:ar Ready, men, for I shall risk it." "Charge straight for Big Knife and the girl; b don't risk a shot at the chief-leave him to me," a Buffalo Bill's face w a s stern as death; he had r solved upon a desperate attempt at rescue again terrible odds.

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/ THE BUFF A L O B ILL STORIES. 25 with a word from Cody, the party bounded forard, and like an avalanche of death swept down pan Big Knife, his veiled captive and his band of l cked braves. I t w a s a surpris e s o taken up were the Indians i t h watching their pursuers away back in tne rear, The rescuers were almo s t upon them before Big :nife was aware of their coming. ..,. Big Knife's wild yell of alarm was drowned by e ringing warcries of Cody and his men. Straight for the chief and his capti v e Buff alo Bill de, while hi s scouts opened out to shelter him. Big Knife fired upon him and the bullet clipped is arm, but the next in stant the was upon im ; his prey f ell with a bullet in hi s brain, just as uffalo Bill dragge d him from the saddle and hurled 'm to the ground with a force that stunned him The scout h a d di smounte d .the chief for he had ot intended to kill him and in a s econd more was y the side of the veiled captive and was urging her rapid flight ; as he poured a hail of bullets upon the dian braves whom his scouts were keeping at bay. Wheeling together, Buffalo Bill and his scouts ashed away, sheltering the veiled captive in their ight, and, as the braves had to get great chief n his feet and another pony for him and the purtng ca valry wa s now rushing up the reds kin s c o uld ot pursue the triumphant rescuers "A res cue and but fiv e minute s' work!" cried Buf lo Bill with p ardonable pride, while he added: I ?eath by torture, if the terms of the hostiles were not agreed to. God bless you Mr. Cody; yes, and your brave men,' and the voice of the happy girl was choked with emotion \ V e came to re s cue you Miss Delmar, and we have done so. "Now to get you in safety to your friends 'with all speed for the cavalry will keep Chief Big Knife \ busy, and, having shaken hands with each one of her rescuers, Miss Delmar placed herself alongside of the great s cout and the return fo the agency was begun. It wa s a long and dangerous ride but was ma' de in safety and Mi ss Delma r wa s re stored that night to her aunt and her lover ; while the young lady remarked: "No more Indian missionary work for me, Scout Cody, and I am ready to return East this very night. The next day the start of Mrs. J ernyngham, her niece and English guest was made, and Buffalo Bill's scouts found themselves richly rewarded for their work of rescue their ahief receiving a watch and chain sent later from New York, a diamond pin and a superb pair of revolvers, sent by Mrs. J ernyngham, Mis s Delmar and the young Englishman, as tokens o f their appreciation. At the clos e of the vVar of the Bad Lands" Buf falo Bill returned to hi s scouting duties at the fort, where he was chief of s cout s ngratula te y ou, Mi ss Delmar." T H E BND. A nd I congratulate y o u, Scout C ody UP.On your plendid pluck-the most d a ring, gra nde s t act of our many desperate deeds of heroi s m "You, and your handful of gallant men, have aved me, for I was held as a hostage, to be put to Next w e ek s i ss ue (No. 4 6 ) will contain Buffalo Bill s Trail of the Ghost Dancers; or, The Sioux Chief's Secret. It' s a corker, boys You' ve heard of the Ghost Dancers, haven't you? One of Buffalo Bill's most thrillinir adventures. Look out for it..

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r More thtiUs That's what we have to offer you this week. Entries have been coming in by tl hundreds. Of course we can't print a tenth of them. But they all have a ch a nce of winning a prize. Y< know all about the prizes we offer, of course. If not, look on page 30. Now then, take your hat off to re; these stories. Why? Because they'll make your hair stand on end. A Robber in the Room. (ByCharles Douglas.) When I was thirty-one I was passing through the Western States on the track of a specttlation which promised well. My plans had led me to leave the boat at Cincinnati-and stl'ike ubout fifty miles southerly into Kentucky. I found my '. self at the encl of the clay in question in a small tavern, wait ing for my supper. The house was qttite apart from the rest of the town, and seemed to be one of those ill-kept, unattractive inns where a traveler only goes by accident and where he never goes twice However, I resolvedto make the best of it, and ptutak!ng of the indifferent meal that was set before me, I ssked to be shown at once to my room. '!'his request was com. plied with, and the lat1dlotd left. me alone I took my candle, and carefully examined the roo111. It was n small, square apartment, with no furnitttre save the bed, a chair, and the washstand. I looked under the bed and behind the stand. Nobody' was there. I spied a closet, and explored it, with the same result. 'The door of the room fastened on the inside with a hea-vy bolt, but to make assurance doubly sure, I set the stand against it, after sliding the bolt, and, not yet content., I moved the bed around and effectually barricaded it. The two winclo'WS appeared to be about eight feet from the ground, and these also I secured in such a way that it would be impossible to raise them from the outside. I placed my pocketbook, containing three thousand three . hundred dollars, beneath the pillow, and laid my pistols be side it; then, puttig the candle on the stand, I went to bed .I closed my eyes, and -at the end oi ten minutes opened :them again, perfectly s leepless. I turned on my side; my eye was caught by my pistols lying by the pillow. I looked at them merely for a change of object, and as I looked I made a discovery that sent a chill of terror all over me. 'fhe caps had been removed from both of them! My heart sank within me, and a terror like that of death seized me. Some infernal.plot was on foot to destroy me; the mysterious agency that was to take my life might be in readi ness that instant. I lay perfectly s till, with my eyes almost closed, not daring even to turn upon my back as I had been 'lying. It was well for me that I did not. I heard no 11tep, not even a breath; but a long, glittering knife v.as slowly projected from behind me, and held suspended by a human hand above i:ny head! For a full minute did that dreadful object shine there before my eyee, motionless; and by ettch an effort of mv -will a$ I i:iever made before, I restt"ained my voice and my llimbs. I knew that a movement, a word, would send that into my hea,rt. l drew m y breath regularly and quietly-how, I know not, but I did it. I even counterfeited a slight snore. The robb was apparently satisfied The knife was still poised above rr but I felt his hand cautiousy feeling beneath my pillow. seized the pocketbook, and s lowl y drew it forth. A h alf-s u clued exclamation of delight followed, and the knife was f one incautious instant laid by my head, to allow the openil of the treasure, as I supposed. What followed passed with almost the speed of thougl My right hand flew to the knife and grasped it as I roll upon my back. With a terrific oath, the robber started up tli threw himself upon me. He was a brawny, muscular villai of thrice my strength, but there was to be no trial of that ki1 between us. As he flung himself at my throat, I turned t: knife upon him; tl1e point took him in the breast, and l weight and impetus drove the blade right through him. Wi one spasmodic movement he rolled off from me, and tum bl dead on the floor. I lay there until broad daylight was streaming in at t: windows. I then assured myself of the safety of my tuone and :put on my clothes and looked about me. The robber 1, on his face; his fall had broken the knife, and a great pool blood was oozing ottt on the floor. The mystery of :his p ence there was soon explained. A secret <;loset was let into t wal1 where he had been hidden, and from a chlnk of whi lie had seen where I deposited my money. It was arran so that a part of the wall could be noiflele ssly opened in, I a door, and from this lurking place had the desperado emer when he judged me sound asleep, creeping on hands and kn to my bedside, and as it proved, to his own destruction. An Adventure with Two Bears. (By A. Wendell, N. Y.) When I lived in one of the wildest parts of Pennsylvani was never so down-hearted but once in my life on seeing t death of a faithful friend who lost his life in trying to s mine. I l"as one day making my. way homeward, after a 1o hunt through one of our large forests. My gun wns lying careleMly across my shoulder when faithful dog, Bruno (a large dog) stopped stock-still and bac up with a low growl and gazed into a hollow oak tree. I looked up and saw a huge bear, looking down as if no ing had happelolcd. As quick as I could I leveled my gun a discharged it at its heart. With a fierce growl, it fe11 to groundwith a dull thud. Before I had taken down my gun I was knocked down fr behind by the old male bear. He dug hie claws into my ba 1.

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THE BUffJ\.LO 811..L STORIES. 27 which made the blood flow in streams. My dog, who saw I !Nas getting the worst of the deal, jumped on his neck and we :ill rolled over on the ground and quite a fight followed. The Jear, seeing that the dog was getting the best of him, let me and went for the dog, who was undermost. Seizing my hunting-knife from my belt I slashed right and Left, and plunged it deep into his heart. "So thar," says I "you are what I call used up!" But I turned around to look for my dog and tears came into my eyes as I saw t he poor fellow all covered with blood staring and trying to drag his mangled body toward tne. I ran ttp to him and gave him a friendly shake of his paws, but he was too far gone. He wagged his tail feebly and all was over . He died a brave death, which I shall never forget. This is a true story. An Electric Shock. (By Frank Hovey, Wisconsin.) One afternoon my cousin, myself, and a dog were playing 1football in our yard. The dog, which was a large Newfoundland, was named Rover. Somehow, we became interested in the movements of two men who worked for the Electric Railway Company. They were fixing the wires that stretched from a pole in front of our house to another pole farther up the street. Both men were on the pole in front of our house. One was at the top cutting the wire from which the current was supposed to have been turned off; the other was at the. bottom ready to ascend the pole. When the man on top cut the wire it fell to the ground, and a ehower of sparks flew about. Rover, seeinir the wire bound when it struck the ground, jumped forward to play '"ith it. One of the men shouted something we didn't understand. The dog tried to pick up the wire with bis teeth, but as soon as he touched it he gave one howl and fell over. Geotge and myself ran and grabbed hold of the animal. I felt a numb feel ing, and heard a buzzing in my ears and that is a11 that I can remembet'. When I came to, which was about twelve hours later, I found myself home in bed, with an anxious crowd around me. When I grew stronger my mother gently told me that my cousin was dead when they picked him up. Rover was also dead. Upon investigation, it was found that the man who had charge of the department where the current was turned off bad turned off the current in the wrong wire. He was arrested, but was afterward releas ed. That was a terrible experience to go through, Frank. You have told it very well. A Kicking Gun. (By C. A. James, Pennsylvania.) Last spring another fellow and myself went out camping in the wilds of Pike County, Pennsylvania. People said that there were moonshiners up there, and if they thought we were revenue officer s they would kill us. One day I was standing. alongside of a small river practicing with my revolver at a target nailed on a tree. All of a sudden I heard the report of a gun, and saw a flash of fire from across the river, and my hat went flying from my head. Inst.antlly I thought it was a moonshiner trying to kill me. I jumped behind a tree, where I could escape the bullets of the moonshiner if it was one. I happened to hear a groan from across the river and looked over, and there, to my sur prise, I saw my comrade sitting on the grass rubbing his stomach. I thought he was shot. I called to him and asked him if be was Rhot. "Yes," said be, "I'm shot, but with the wrong end of the gun." I walked across the bridge, which we had made out of logs, and tried to see what was the matter with him. At first he could not or would not answer, but at last be be gan to explain. "I was sitting on that log polishing my gun it went off, and the handle struck me square in the stomach, I thought I was dead," he replied. \ "Well, I thought I was dead, too, when I heard the whistle of the bullet. I was standing over the river practicing my revolver when I heard the gun, and the next instant my bat went flying from my head, taking some hair with it. "That's m:y sto1y. Don't you think I bad a narrow escape, Jim?" I replied. "Oh, we111 I should say that was a narrow escape, if what you tell me ts true, Charlie," replied Jim. "It's true, all right, for look here, see the hole through my hat. That's _where the bullet went through." "If I were you I'd keep that hat, Charlie, just to show what a narrow escape you had." I did keep the hat, and have it now. Adventure with Snakes. (By Willard Young, Ohio.) I started to the woods to hunt some small game as there is no large game here now. After killing a squirre1 I felt in my pockets for some shells, finding I had lost them all but one. Being disappointed, I starteti. back home, when I saw a squirrel on a limb on a chestnut. The l!quirrel was lying so flat that I had to climb a tree to get a shot at it. I shot my last load, killing it. When I started down to the ground I was surprised to see a snake which I suppose was waiting for me to come down. I st.arted back, i;lancing to where the l!qnirrel lay, to see t'l\'O more snakes over it. It was the bloodiest tight I ever saw. I had to climb eut on a limb and let myself down to a limb on another tree, and from ihere t o the ground. When I reached home I was tela by my father that I was lucky to get away so easily, for be said the snake11 would c1imb trees after t.heil' prey. We went back, btit could find neither 11nakes nor squirrel. I was always careful after that not to lose my amtnttil:,ion, A Hairbreadth Escape. (By Clarence Cook, Pa.) It was in the fall of 1899 that myself and a friend of mine we1e hunting deer in the Nigger mountains. I came upon an old buck. My friend being some distance away from me and behind a bill a little so we could not see each other. Well, the deer saw me and was at the poi11t of turning to run away when I fired and the ball lodged in the shotilder blade, making the deer quite angry, as most beasts get when wounded. Instead of running away, he came right toward me. I .did not get ottt of my tracks, but was loading my gun to give htm the second shot, when about five yards away from me he stopped. I was not afraid of a deer and did not know their ways when wounded, and was just ready to raise my rifle to shoot when he made one bound from the place where be stooq and was upon me. He bucked me over and was tramplingover me. I would have sold my chance for five cents just then, but the tabl es turned. I called my partner by name and before he got to me I managed to get my hunting knife out of my belt and made a plunge for the deer's heart, driving the knife in to the hilt. But it would not give tip until my partner shot it through the heart and the beast dropped upon me, breaking one of the bones in my right arm below the elbow. My body was all bruised up black and blue. / 'rhat taught me to get out of the path of an animal that has been .wounded as I suffered a great deal Of pain . It closed the bunting season for me. A Rescue. (By Harold Dalton, Ont.) It was in August, and I wa11 going out for a boat ride with a young lady. There was quite a breeze on and my bat blew off. As I bent over to reach it the boat turned over with us. I dived and presently I got the young lady in the boat. She took the oars and started in for shore. I followed but when I got near shore I sank and coming up, sank A man jumped in the water and pulled me out. I was taken in and brought to. I soon got over it.

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BOYHOODS OF FAMOUS MEN. This contains each wuk the story of the early career of some celebrated American. Wat for these stories and read thelllt boys. They are of the most fascinating interest. Those already published are: No 1-Buffalo Bill; No. 2-Kit Carson; No. 3-Texas Jack; No. 4 Col. Daniel Boone; Nos. 5 and .6-David Crockett; No. 7-General Sam Houston; Nos. 8 and 9-Lewis Wetz Nos. rn and 11-Capt. John Smith; No. 12-Wild Bill; No. t3-Dr. Frank Powell, the Surgeon Scout; No 1.4-Buckskin Sam; No. 1.5-Seneca Adams ("Old Grizzly" Adams); No. 16-Pony Bob (Bob Haslam) No. t7-Major John M. Burke (Arizona Jack); No. 18-Kit Carson, Jr.; No. 19-Charles Emmett (Dashin Charlie); No. 20-Alf Slade; No. 2J-Arizona Charlie (Charlie Meadows); No. 22-Y ellow Hair, the White Boy Chief (William Burg-ess). No. 23Broncho Billy (William Vowell). William Powell was the third and youngest son of the famous "Powell Family,'' the same that gave to the Borderland Frank-"White Beaver''; George-" Night Hawk," both "Heroes of the Plains," and a pair of men who aided much in making the history of the \';"ild West. To-day the tpree Powells are prominent men in the medical profession, and admired and respected in their State, Wiscon sin, few of their friends know of the very thrilling and romantic lives they have led. Like his brothers, born in New Yo1 k St.ate, Will Powell went with them and their mother overland by wagon and horse back, to the State of Texas, when he was but a boy of ten. But. Will had had good teachers in his elder brothers, while bis mother, a widow, and descended from a prominent Mohawk Indian chief, was a superior woman, well educated, with a strong will, an" d deYoted to her sons. With a desire to better their fortunes, though possessed of means, Mrs. Powell had decided to seek a new home and to discover just what 8he wanted, she started overland with u complete riding and driving outfit, a gipsy wagon, ambulance, "prairie schooner," negro servants, several dogs and with weapons of all kinds and a couple of tents. Mrs. Powell drove one of the te::tms, Will the ambulance, the negro man the m11!e ,rngon, and Frank and George went as scouts aud hunters. Giving the reins over to the negro woman, of ten Will would mount his pony and join his elder brothers in their hunts,. ;a.foays at such times perfectly happy anu laying the fottndation for his future career upon a very solid basis. There was no hurry, the stiirt v::is ruade in the spring of the yc:n, aI\_d their trail led from :New York, through Penmyl vania, Vkginia, Kentncky, Tei::1css e e, Arkansas and into 'fexas. It was the fnll of the year before they Texas, and the long trail of six months, over mountains and through all kinds of country. had taught the boys mt:ch of wild life, hardened their frames and been 4 grand schooling for them, while Mrs. Po"'.ell made it a rule to halt two days in camp of each -week, one to be devoted wholly to study, she being the school teacher, the other to perfect rest, for she always kept the Sabbath. Many adventures had the outfit n1et with, !!everal of a eierious kind, and two that were of a fatal nature, for their camp bad been attackeii by robbers, and several of their 'assailants had been killed. All these things, with an upset in a flatboat in croMing a river, and the drowning of s everal horses; an adventure in a hurricane, a runaway
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THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. 29 dead, while Billy turned the other barrel upon the second man before he could draw a weapon and cried out: "I'll kill you, too, mind you." "Don't do it, boy pard, for we was only jokin' with yer." "Well, I wasn't, as that man found out. I'll kill you if you don't hold your hands up." The man obeyed and riding forward Billy unbuckled his belt of arms and hung it upon his saddle horn. "Now get down and tie that man across his saddle." The now thoroughly scared desperado obeyed. "Go ten steps ahead and follow the trail-quick! or I'll shoot." The man swore, but did as he was told. It was near sunset when Billy reached home with his dead man and prisoners, and his two brothers shouted: "Bu"11y for you, Billy." The two men proved to be desperadoes of the worst kind, and Billy was praised for his pluck and the p;:isoner was quickly hanged by the ranchmen. But the gang of outlaws to which they belonged vowed vengeance against the Powells and one night started to clean out the ranch. Billy was the one, while l'eturning from hunting, who discovered their coming, and it was a ride for life ahead of them to his home, he firing his rifle as he neared it, and shouting to put his mother and brothers upon their guard. His horse dropped dead from wounds as he reached the yard, but the active boy l!aught on his feet and reached the door with his pursuers not fifty yards behind him and firing at him. But Frank and George were there, and, warned by Billy, were ready to defenq their home, while Mrs. Powell was also a dead shot, and the negroes were to be relied upon. The large gang of outlaws stormed the cabin, but were met by a bail of bullets and a number fell. For several hours they kept up the attack, and Billy and the negro man, Ben, were slightly wounded. Fearing aid would come, and unable to take the cabin, the gang set the outbuildings on fire and left. The boys had just time to save their wagons when the cabin caught on fire, and it was a hard fight to get their things out. But this they did just as help came in a dozen ranchers, and the trail of the raiders was taken. But the horses and cattle of the ranch had been rltn off, the houses were in ashes, and Mrs. Powell said : "Never mind, boys, we will buy riding horses and mules for our wagons and take the trail again to seek a home in a less exposed place." The boys were willing, and quickly set to work t-0 prepare for their leaving. The start was made within a few days, as soon as horses and mules were bought, and the wagons and harness repaired. It was at least a cause of congratulation that though the marauders escaped with thefr horses and cattle, they bad lost half of the force with which they had attacked the Powell ranch, for nine dead bodies were found about the cabin, proving that the aim of the three boys bad been most deadly. Up through the Indian Territory the wagon train took its way, traveling at a slow pace, and meeting with many dangers and adv.entures on the way. Once a band of thieving Indians made an attaek upon their camp, but were driven off; -with the loss of their chief, whom Billy killed, and it was feared that a general uprising would follow. But a troop oE cavalry came to the rescue, and the good Indians were convinced that the Powells were but defending thefr ow11 lives and property, and trouble was averted. But the wagon train was halted at the fort for a month until there was no longer a dread of its being attacked. Then they pulled out for a look at Kansas, where Mrs. Po. well thought a good home might be made. But Kansas was found to be too cold and land too expensive, and so they held on into Nebraska and there the winter was passed, the boys becoming trappers through the long months and laying up a large supply of beaver and other valuable skins that brought them a large price in the settlements. Not satisfied with her surroundings, and excited by the stories of gold being found in Colorado, it was' decided to push on for that State, and the summer was spent in the trail there, and the following winter's camp made in the mining country. The three boys then turned miners, a stout cabin was built, and they set to work diligently to dig a fortune out of the mountains. But gold was not as plentiful as they bad hoped, mining was hard work, and the mining element about them was very tough and rough, and some of the worst characters syemed to pick upon the '.'Boy Miners," to drive them out of tl:re country. It so happened that Billy was the one selected first as a victim, and one day a giant desperado picked a quarrel with him and ended by taking his knife out as he said: "Ter slit yer ears, same as they does with other little pigs ter mark their property." That the bully meant to carry out his threat there "'as no doubt of, for he got his fingers on Billy's right ear and with a force that would have torn it off, had not the boy slashed his knife across the man's wrist that caused him to howl with rage and pain. His hand hung helpless, but he gave Billy a kick that broke two of his ribs and sent him reeling to the ground, when he rushed forward to trample him to death, in spite of the cries of the men standing around. But Billy, though badly hurt, was able to take care of himself, and one look showed him that the bully meant to him. He had managed to draw his revolver, and as the huge foot of the desperado was almost in his face, he fired. With a howl, the man fell dead across 'the injured boy, who bad to call to a man to take him off, for with his broken ribs the pain was such that he could not exert himself. The ribs were set by an ex-army surgeon in the mines, and Billy was laid up for a couple of months, but the killing of the desperado brought on trouble between the bad ruen of the mines and the Powells, boys though they were, which ended in a deadly feud, which resulted in the death of half-a-dozen of the worst men in the camps. Such a career for her sons was what Mrs.Powell was anxious to avoid, and she at once prepared for a leave-taking of that wild country. They kept t.heir going a secret, and one night after sunset again took the trail. Their going was discovet'ed the next morning and being pursued, a hot fight followed, and the desj peradoes were driven off; thongh each one of the boy trailers was wounded. Their next halting-place to seek a home was in Missouri, and there their lives were no longer threatened. But it wa! amid such eeene!! al!! described that Billy Powell's earlier years were passed, and though a terrible schooling for a boy, it taught him how to look out for himself, and made a man of him long before his years of manhood were reached. I

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,30 THE BU Ff ALO BILL STORIES. When in his seventeenth year Billy was engaged to go into Texas, with a party of Kansas cowboys to drive a herd of cattle into the Northwest. This was among the most adventurous trails of his life, for some of the cowboys were given-to drink, and it was a dangerous land through which they had to pass. There were frequent fights along the way. When they had secured a large herd of cattle a band of Indians sought to capture them, and the result was a pitched battle, many redskins and half-a-dozen cowboys being killed. A band of Mexican marauders also sought to run off the herd, but were beaten away, while half-a-dozen prisoners taken were hanged. All through the long trail Billy greatly distinguished himself, and it was then that he won the title of "Broncho Billy," from. his splendid horsemanship and perfect control of the. wild horses of the prairie. Before the trail was ended the third lea de' of'the expedition was killed and Broncho Billy was unanimously e1ected the captain of the cowboy troop arld led the herd in safety to its owners. Broncho Billy's next move was to become an army scout in the Southwest, and after several years of this service, in which he won a splendid name, he attached himself to the surgeon of the fort;, read medicine, and later, graduating as a physician, gave up the wild life of the plains and settled in Wisconsin as a physician. Nearly Run Over. (By Hat'old Lewis, Massachusetts.) I am a constant reader of your Buffalo Bill weeklies and like them very much. One day about two years ago I got on my wheel and started for a friend's that lived about a mile away. I was riding along on a smooth road with my bands off the handle bars. There was a large, flat-bottomed wagon coming along behind me. I went to cross the road-just then the man started to go into a yard. It ran me into the side of the street. It threw me off. I managed to get ou. t of the way before the wheel 'l"ent over me. It went over my wheel and broke it badly. There was a man going by in a c aniage. He said he thought I was run over sure. I\ Close Call. (By D. L. Bourgan, N. J.) One morning last September a lot of boys and I went gunning after reedbirds. We got up to the place about 7 :30 a m., and I had shot about twelve when I came to a barn where there were a lot o\' sheep. I laid my gun down, but afterward I picked it up and laid it against the barn and climbed up on a big door to see the sheep.' As I got half way up I fell, and the next thing I kU"ew was that I was shot in the stomach. I got on my feet, walked about half a mile to the other boys and asked them how soon they were going home. They said that they weren't going for an hour yet. "I am shot," I said, so they put me in a boat and rowed me home. The doctor said I was a lucky boy, for it was only a flesh wound. It kept me in for a month. ANOTHER PRIZE CONTEST! MORE THRILLING ADVENTURES SPALDINC CATCHERS' MITTS,. INFIELDERS' CLOVES,. BASEBALL BATS AND LONC DISTANCE MECAPHONES ARE THE PRIZES THIS TIME. HERE .IS THE PLAN You know what exciting stories of hairbreath escapes and thrilling experiences you have been reading in the BUFFALO BILL WEEKLY lately. You want to read more like them, don't you? Well, send them in. You have a splendid chance for the splendid prizes we offer in this cont!!st. You have all had some narrow escape. Some dangerous adventure in your lives. Write it up just as it haJ?pened We offer a handsome prize for the most excitmg and best written anecdote sent us by any reader of BUFFALO BILL WEEKLY. Incident, of course, must relate to something that happened to the writer himself, and it must also be strict.ly true, It makes no difference how short the articles are, but no contribution _must be longer than 500 words. THBS CONTEST WILL CLOSE MAY I Send in your anecdotes, boys. We are going to publish all of the best ones dul'ing the progress of the contest. =====HERE ARE THE PRIZES:====== THE THREE BOYS WHO SEND US THE BEST ANECDOTES will each rec eive a first class Spalding Catcher's Mitt Made throughout of a s pecially tanned and selected buckskin, strong an d durable, soft and pliable and e x t r a well padded. Has patent la ce ba ck. THO THREE BOYS WHO. SEND THE NEXT BEST ANECDOTES will each receive a Spa ld ing's In fielder's Glove. Made throughout of selected velvet tanned buckskin, lined and correctly padded with finest felt. Hig hest quality of workmanship throughout THE TEN BOYS WHO SEND THE NEXT BEST ANECDOTES will each receive an Al Spalding League Baseball Bat. Made of the very best_ selected sec ond growth white ash timber1 grown on high land. No swam p ash is used in making these bats. Absolutely the best bat m ade. THE TEN BOYS WHO SEND US THE NEXT BEST ANECDOTES will each receive a Spaldi11g 12-inch Long Distance" Megaphone. Made of !ireboard, capable of carrying the sound of a human voice one mile, and in some instances1 two miles. More fun than a barrel of mo nkeys TO BECOME A CONTE!;TANT ['OR TtlESE PRIZES cut out the Anecdote Contest Coupo n. printed herewJth, fill it out properly and send it to BUFFALO Bl LL WEEKLY, care of Street & Smith 218 William St.1 New York City with. your ane cdo te No anecdote will be considered that not have this coupon acc o mpanying it. ,-, Coupon Buffalo Bill Weekly Anecdote Contest PRIZE CONTEST NO. 3. Date ..... ...................... Name .................................... City or Town ............... ........ ,,;.: . State ............ ....................... ...... Tltie of Anecdote .... .........................

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r B.lJFF !\LO BILL STORIES (DARGF) SIZE.) Containing the Only Stories Authorized by Hon. WILLIAM F. CODY ("Buffalo Bill"). 16-Buffalo Bill's Pards in Gray; or, On the Death Ttails of the Wild West. 17-Buffalo Bill's Death Deal; or, The Queen of Gofd Canyon. 18-Buffalo Bill at Graveyard Gap; or, The Doomed Driver of the Overland. 19-Buffalo Bill's Death Grapple; or, Shadowed by Sure Shots. 20-Buffalo Bill in the Nick of Time; o:r, The Lost Troopers. 21-Buffalo Bill in the Valley of Doom; or, Crossing the Dead Line. 22-Buffalo Bill's Race for Life; or, The /\ttack on the Wagon Train. 23-Buffalo Bill on the Trail of the Renegades; or, The Masked Marauders. 24-Buffalo Bill's Lone Hand; or, Fighting Bandits and Redskins. 25-Buffalo Bitrs Warning ; or, Malo, the Mexican's Death Deal. 26-Buffalo Bill and the Prairie Whirlwind; or, The Three Avengers. 27-Buffalo Bill Entrapped; or, Phantom of the Storm. 28-Buffalo Bill in the Den of the Ranger Chief; or, One Chance in a Thousand. 29-Buffalo Bill's Tussle with iron Arm, the Renegade; or, Red Snake, the Pawnee Pard. 30-Buffalo Bill on the Roost Trail; or, The Redskin Heiress. 31-Buffalo Bill's Peril; or, Going It /\lone in Dead Man's Gulch. 32-Buffalo Bill in Massacre Vallev; or, The Search for the Missing Ranger. 33-Buffafo Bill in the Hidden Retreat; or, The Captives of Old Bear Claws. 34-Buffalo Bill's Disappearance; or, The Stranger Guide of the Rio Grande. 35-Buffalo Bill's Mission; or, The Haunt of the Lone Medicine Man. 36-Buffalo Bill and the Woman in Black; or, In League with the Toll-Takers. 37--Buffalo Bill and the Haunted Ranch; or, The Disappearance of the Ranchman's Daughter. 38-Buffalo Bill and the Kidnapers; or, The Green River Massacre. 39-Buffalo Bill's Duel; or, Among the Mexican Miners. 40-Buffalo Bill and the Prairie Wolves; or, Hunting the Bandits of Boneyard Gulch. 41-BuffalQ Bill at Painted Rock; or, /\fter the Hu .man Buzzards. 42-Buffalo Bill and the Boy Trailer; or, After Kidnappers in Kansas. 43-Buffalo Bill In Zigzag Canyon; or, Fighting Red Hugh's Band. Back always on hand. If you cannot 2'et them from your five cents a copy wilt bring them to you, by mail, postpaid. S .TR EET & SMITH, Publishers, .2SS ST., NEW YORK OITv.

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THE BOYSt OWN LIBRARY Edward S. Ellis Horatio Alger, Jr. James Otis Matthew White, Jr. Gordon Stables George Manville Fenn W. H. G. Kingston Wm. Murray Graydon Brooks McCormick AND OTHER ClBRAT AUTHORS THE BOYS' OWN LIBRARY consists of eighty-eight copyrighted titles pub lished in this series only. The books are bound in highly illuminated cover designs, and equal in every respect to the average high-priced works. Price, cents each. For sale at all first-class book stores. Catalogue on applica tion to the Publishers, .;t. '.:t-.;t. .;t. .;t. .;t. .;t. .;t. .;t. .;t. .;t. .JI. .;t. .;t. .JI. STREET & SMITH, 238 WILLIAM ST., NEW YORK


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