Buffalo Bill's trail of the ghost dancers, or, The Sioux chief's secret

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A WEEKLY_ PUBLJCATlON OEVOTED TO 60RDl!-R HI' TORY issued /,Veekly. By Subscription $2.SO per yea r. Entered as Seco1ld Class /lfatter at New York Post Office by STREET & SMITH, 238 Wi7liam St., N. Y. No.46. Price, Five Cents. THE SUOUTS WERE EVEN QUIOKER THAN THEIR FOES, ANU AT BEGAN TO SHOOT THltM DO WN.

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J ffi0[b!1 . A WE'EKLY PU5LrCATION DEVOTED TQ 80.RDE-R HIS.TORY Imu Weelly. By $z.,so per year. Jjnt1red .t Se.cont/ CIMs JJ'tt" 4t tlt1J N. Y. Prut by STREl!:T & SMITH, i1.J8 Wt11iam St., _N. Y. l;ipY;r:d tq Act of C4!Jll'ess (n tlu J(10r 1qoz, In t>u Office 9/ ti!# LiM-t1rt'c:'1 of O>rcc:reu, Washbsg-ton, D. C. No. 46. NEW YORK, March 19-02. Price Five Cents. .... Buffalo Bill's Trail of the Ghost Dancers; OR, ., THE eHIEF'S SEeRETo By the author of "BUFFALO BILL." CHAPTER I. BILL'S neADLY VltN'l'UU The famous scout, Buffalo Bill, was the only man that would dare lead the desperafe venture, and about the only man w ho could do so. His influence, which was great, with the l;>ig chiefs gave him the one cl'l;:lnce that '11e might win, when there were ninety-nine chances in the hundred that he would not. Buffalo Bill took that one chance. As comrades he selected a v:ery strange lot of men-Yankton Ch a rlie, a scout; Buckskin Jack Rus sell, an out-and-9ut borderman; Louis Rameau, a Can .. aclian scout, and Red Tomahawk, a fam : ous chief of the Ogallalas tribe. Buffalo Bi11 knew well the men he had selected to aid him in the dangerous work, and they well knew "Big White Chief Bill as they called the noted scout, who could have gotten from General Miles a couple of troops of soldiers, but knew that strategy and cunning, reckless daring and determination, would count where numbers would not. The duty was a strange one, for a handsome young woman had gone to the agency to better the condi tions of the Indians, when the breaking out of trouble with the hostiles had caused a young and vain chie'f to kidnap her and carry her to the retreat of his braves in the Bad Lands. This was the second expedition of the kind Buf falo Bill had started on. A short time previous he had rescued another young lady who ha.cl been captured by the Indians. They had intended to hold her as a hostage, but Buffalo Bill had set out after her and met with wonderful success in his adventure. He h,ad met by chance the party of Indians into whose hands she had fallen, and captured her after a brief struggle. This second kidnaping offered a more serious prob'lem, and Buffalo Bill expected some trouble in solving it. He had picked his men, and, fitted out with fine mounts, pack animals, a tent and all eJse needful, they had slipped by niitht away from the agency and started u.12.o_ n their mission, from which the knowing

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2 THE BU ff ones predicted that even Buffalo Bill would never re. turn. The se l ection of the first night's camping-ground had been left to Red Tomahawk and Louis Rameau, and a very wise selection it proved. The valley alluded to was comparatively little fre q u ented, b e ing well off the trail. In addition to there being an abundance of scrub timber for affording fuel and, marking the approach from either end, t h ere was an irregular chain of frozen or half-frozen pools o f rain or snow water-mere cuplike pockets in the rocks t h a t had caught and held it there from time to time during the melting days, while here and there among the rocks and trees were discoverable, in spite of the midwinter season, little patches of succulent green and but partly 'frozen butJch grass and moss, upon which the animals could manage to browse out quite a respectable meal in the course of the nig-ht. There the place was excellently sheltered frnm the bitterly cold winds that set in with the decline of d ay This fact, together w ith the large fire, and the one Siblev tent that had been brought along, and could be made to accommodate all hands, barring such as would be on guard duty, tended to make the little camp as snug as could well be desired. And presently, vrith the coffee boiling, and some fresh beef, comprised among the packed provisions bmiling on the live coals, the picture of hard-earned comfort, after the toils and dangers of the day, was about as complete as could be expected amid the desolute point of Nature's savagery that framed it. Louis Rameau was the cook of the occasion, and a very excellent one he made, while Red Tomahawk was assigned the duty of looking after the stock and guarding the camp. Supper had been duly disposed of, and the lastnamed warrior had been relieved by Yankton Char ley for some little time, when the latter came in from the extreme end of the valley looking to westward, with a mystified look in his rugged face. "Any o' ye ever see watchfires on the jump over miles of territory, like the will-o'-ther-wisps playin' at hopfrog ?" he asked. "Well, 'f ye haven't, ye' d best come 'ith me an' take a squint over ther Bad Lands." They accordingly went with him through the scrub oaks, and, arriving at the lofty valley's precipitous verge, there was certainly an extraordinary spectacle that suddenly bttrst upon the astonished gaze Begi nning miles upon miles, and leagues upon leagues away to the southward, from crag to crag, and from peak to peak, a swiftly-lengthening chain of signal fires was spouting and leaping away to the n,orthward, as if successively, or responsively, kin dled by the stroke of a magician's wand. It was like a gradual and swift outfl.C'lwing of beade d stars. In a few minutes the chain had extended curYingl farther away to the northward than the eye coul 1 follow it-probably for a matter of thirty odd miles or the entire length of the Bad Lands; a weirdl lurid flame upon the bosom of a region of desolatio F a r off to the northwestwa1d, on.a direct line wit the trend of the litttle airily -perched butte valle from which the observation was made, arid probabl just about in the center of the watchfire, it shone. This marked the great. hostile village, or fortifie camp, of Chief Two-Strike and his adherent chiefs crowning the neck of the p r ecipitous, loftily elevate rock-buttressed, and plateau, i the very heart of the ill-omened tr 'ct, and cons ti tuting in its way one of the most striking eccentrici ties of our Western wonder world. "Blizzard and Blowguns!" shouted Buckskin J acl< Russell, who was given to such extravagances in th way of epithets at times, "I've seed Injun telegraph in' by signal fires afore this many an' many a time but 'f this hyar doesn't take the devil's belt, I hope 1 may be scalped! What kin it mean? It can't mean they're telegr aphin' the news o' Wounded-Knee bat tle over their land. Thet news is four days old now, an' orter be knbwed or guessed by every buck, squaw, ol' man an' papoose of 'em clean cross ther Black Hills inter ther Rockies an' Bitter Roots by this time." The scout, Chief Cody, not answering at once for he was momentarily buried in thought about the impressive spectacle with folded arms-Yankton Charley sang out: "What 'f she'd be this hyar experdition o' ourn thet the red cusses is flashin' about in this hyar Fourth-o'-July sorter way? But no," with an uneasy laugh; "such a thing is hardly ter be thort of." "Then why speak of such an absurdity?" de mantled Cody, suddenly rousing himself, and speak ing with abrupt sharpness. "Nonsense? Of cours it is." "But how d'ye explain it, anyway, chief?" again demanded Buckskin Jack Russell. "I don't know-yet," was the gruff reply; and, still with his eyes fixed upon the belt of fires, Buffalc Bill relapsed into his former re\;'erie. The country of Bad Lands is a volcanic region, and presents a similar appearance, in many respects, to what a like section in that airless and dead world, the moon, might be imagined to impress the near-at hand beholder. On all sides yawn great fissures and zigzag canons. Peaks of gray-colored earth. or abmpt buttes; or limestone bluffs, of a dirty whitish hue, tower on this hand, broken lines of bold, g-rinning q:a.gs and precipices on that. It is like the spot we read of where "he who enters here leaves hope behind." As t'Jne adval'l.ces into this realm of desolation, the tree s be-

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q'ffE BUFF J\LO BILL STORIES. 3 come m ore and more stunted, and the grass, save in secret, uncertain patches, disappears. Finally, all vegetation ceases There remain s naught but a forbiddi.n,g, depressing series of peaks, buttes, giant rock obelisks, of deep valleys, of preci pice-surrounded, bowlder or rock-strewn narrow plains Olf honible pits and of yawning canons, or gorges, suggestive of a road leading into some desert tract, a fitting he:rmitage of 1 .ost souls, eating their hearts out amid the solitudes of perdition. A more God-forsaken Heaven-deserted country cannot well be imagined apart from the icy solitudes of the polar regiol).s. At all events, even without excepting the terrible ,Death Vall e y of Southwestern California, a more fitting place for a g-reat Indian massacre cannot be found in the United States. Occa.si0'!1ally broader valleys afford a stunted growth of bunch grass for ponies, but these comparatively fertile sp.ots are great distances apart and of very limited extent. It is a splendid country for ambuscades and whole sale assassinations-a c;ountry of natural blind canons and little atnP,hitheatre s as it were, with but one entrance, and affording excellent hiding-places for lurking sav; rge.s. The. camp or village of the hostile savages, under Two-Strike s chief coh1mand, was siftiatea in the midst of this Wletched on a plateau lifting its jagged, and, in the main, perpendicular, sides a hundred feet abo:ve the surr.o unding valleys. There is o'nly one place where men can scale its sides, and that place, on the southeast corner or neck, is only tW'enty feet wide at the top and not more than three times as broad at the bottom. The surrounding peaks tower higher than the little plateau on which nestles the hostile camp. But these peaks and buttes, being perpendicular and terminating, could afford no to troops in an effort to overbrow the enemy. The road, or layer, le3,ding up into the hostile camp, was broad at base, but nar rowed as one approached the fort, sloping and zig zaggin g UJ' a.t an angle of twe. nty-five degrees. All other sides of the plateau were and consequently inaccessiale. Add to the picture of this strangely des olate country that, at the time our scouts were looking ever it, under that pjcturosque ilhimination af forded by belts of signal fires, it was patched thinly and irregularly over by a spectral masking of snow. Presently the chain of watchfires began to fade and dwindle. Then the chief scout, aga\n starting out of his moody reverie and remembering the question put to him, turned to Red Tomahawk, who had by this time also joined the group, and laid his hand on his shoul der. "You, Tom," he said," s l owly, "are th. e la s t one o f us out of any pennanent visit into that hell on earth. Wha t d o you think is the me a ning of that e..'Ctraordinary chain of sig nal fires? "I can guess pretty w ell, Bi g Chief Bill," replied the stalwart Indian, promptly. "And s o too, ought both Louis Rameau and Yankton Charley for matter. "It doesn't mean Wounded Knee-a stale story now still less does it mean our little descent int o the Bad Lands, of which Two-Strike can know little, and would care less, perhaps, even if he were fully informed of it. "It means w ar! Those fires are running over the mountains and valleys to summon alldiscontented Indians to Two-Strike's banner without further de lay. "Some will heed and obey the summons, others will not. This is perhaps the first time that the fire chain has been thrown out so brightly and so widely; but it is not the last time. ":But, Big Chief Bill, what is that to us? If we are going down into the Bad Lands betimes to fight and intrigue and circumvent the hostiles, hadn t we better into camp, set guar4s for the night, and go to slee p? "Ugh! so say I. For, after we shall have gone down into the Bad Lands., perhaps there will come to us the sleep that has no waking. "So say I too, old fellow!" cried Buffalo Bi11, slapping him on the back. "Come on, my braves!" And he forthwith led the way back to camp, without having expressed an opinion of his own upon the question which Buckskin Jack Russell had so persist ently propounded to him. Perhaps it agreed with Red Tomahawk's, perhaps it did not; but, for all that, he did not express any. The night passed without disturbance or even an alarm, and the next morning at daybreak, after a hearty breakfast, Re
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4 THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. conciliation. But when the slaughter of Wounded Knee had intervened, Short Bull, Yellow Hair, Kicking Bear and other influential subchiefs, mutinous from the start, were doubtless by this time vastly in tensified in their 1.mcompromising animosity against the whites; and their influence with the turbulent young men of the tribes, always more or less redhot for open and declared hostilities, was very great. But these intentions on the part of the chief scout were destined to frus'fration at the very start., Five miles into the Bad Lands, the expedition was all but successfully ambuscaded by eight Indians, who prove d to be stragglers from a large outwardbound, generally raiding expedition, under the com mand of Yellow Hair, and, in beating off the attack, two of the assailants were unfortunately killed. I CHAPTER II. "BY THE FLASH OF THEIR GUNS." {\.fter this catastrophe, the remaining assailants, much to the scout's surprise, came up under an extemporized flag of truce to the latter's defensive po sit1on at the mouth of a cafion. All were recognized as Ogallalas (Red Tomahawk's tribesmen), but recently conspicuous among the avowedly friendly Indians at the agency. "We recognize you, Big Chief Bill," said their spokesman, with a sternness of air, "and we cannot blame you for the death of our comrades, for it was done in self-defense. We sought to kill you and your patty, and it was no more than fair that you should shoot back. But, dearly as we may have loved you personally, thlt is a thing of the past. You must go back out of the Bad Lands, or you will all be killed and scalped. It is the decree." As they seemed peaceably disposed, and to have acted more or less under compulsion, or a sense of duty, Buffalo Bill at once went out to them. "Look here, Eyein-the-Wind," said he, calling to mind the speaker's name, and addressing him by it, "none can regret this more than we. But we cannot go back out of the Bad ;Lands-at least, not until r can have a talk with my old friend, Two-Strike-for we are here on an important and. friendly errand. Where is Yellow Hair, of whose expedition you are a part? I used to know him vet-y well, and I want to see him now." "Yellow Hai1 is on in the advance," replied Eyein the-Wind, sullenly, while his companions re mained like statues on their poni es, their e y es cast down their rifles tightly clutched to their breasts. "Go back, I tell y'O'lt, or you will be killed. Y..l e are all hostiles now. Two-Strike cannot love you any more. Go ba.ck Then Red Tomahawk, at Cod y 's request, came and attempted to argue with them. But his mere appearance in his blue uniform seemed to exaspera them to such a frenzy on the instant that, at a si from the chief scout, he hastened to place hims'e out of sight again. and what is that Red Tomahawk?" cri Eye-in-the-Wind, fiercely, his companions meanwhi dashing here and there on their broncos, flourishi their guns, and gi ving utterance to wild whoops. brave man, truly, who wears warm clothes, while brethren freeze and starve, and whose late footste here were marked with Indian blood." They at last galloped off in a body, though not b fore Eye-in-the Wind h a d half-promised to conve the scout's request for an interview to Yellow Ha1 "He'll come observed Buffalo Bill, confident!. on returning to his men. "I'm sure of that. O u best gait is to wait here, in the hope of decei v in h i m as to the real object of our expedition in beha of the young lad y ." But he proved to be both right in his con v ic t io and disappointed in his hope. Yellow Hair did make his appearance ten min utE later, with a flourish accompanied by a doze or more of his braves who looked particularly fer ciorus in their war paint, freshly laid on the nig before, most likel y and frequently punctuated tl brief interview with clamorous whoopings and ai less maneuvers on their half-starved but mettl some, pomes. He _was a short, chunkily-built chief, whose hairof a dirty reddi s h tinge, ins t ead of black-stu stiffly upon the top of his head, like a gamecoc comb, and who had been rather pleasantly noted all the agencies for his fondness for whisky at squaw society. But almost his first words, after the usual corlj plaints and threatenings, somewhat incoherentl blended dispelled the hope that had been entertaine as to preserving intact the real object of the little e> pedition. "Bah, Big Chief Bill! what do you take me for? he roared, as the sc.out coolly stoo d among him an his braves, on foot and alone, having even left h : rifle in the canon. "You are on your way to getif you can-the white ma.iden away. But you coul not, even if we not kill 1ou and your men i the meantime. Bah!" and this he kept repeatin over and o ver, in his bad. English, as if he consic ered it especially clever "what do you take me for? Stung by disappoin t ment, the master scout wa momentarily exaspe r ated out o f his accustomed hard heade d coolness and good sense He shouted, in a white wrath: "Two-Snrike is a fool to intrust the commantl o an to such a sutler's jackass as you ar now, Yellow Ha;ir, and always have been! Go ovc to the agency and make peace for twenty-four hoor s Perhaps you can persuade General Miles to let yo t

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THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. 5 have your skin full of forty-rod rum at the government's expense. It would only require a barrel or t\\ro Furious with rage, the chief clapped his rifle muz zle to Buffalo Bill's heart, and cocked the piece, wllile the majotity of his escort wheeled about them on their ponies, brandishing their guns and whooping like maniacs. The little band in the canon held their breaths, expecting every instant to see their dauntless leader murdered before their eyes. But, the first excess o'f his imprudent anger past, Cody in the midst of his extreme peril remained as cool as a cucumber; a fortunate interposition saved him, and, oddly enough, even his rashness turned out to be a11 unexpected advantage in the end. A self-possessed young brave at the enraged Yello\V Hair's side struck ttp the leveled weapon in the nick of time, saying: "Beware, Yellow Hair l Buffalo Bill has often been the Indians' friend when they sadly needed one, and Two-Strike would not wish him harmed, at least by any other hand than his own. I know it," and, with a few well-chosen words, he speedily calmed the irate chief "Look here, Big Chief Bill," and drawing close, he leaned out of the saddle to pat Bill on the breast in a peculiar manner, "you shouldn't have spoken to Yell ow Hair as you did, you know. It wasn't right." "Of course it wasn't," replied the great scout, heartily enough, but also with a significant nod and look for the young peacemaker; "but who among us has control of his temper at :i.11 I say, Y ellow Hair, do you want a pointer from me?" "What is it, Big Chief Bili?" asked the chief, already mDllified greatly, though with the "I-don't forget'' look kindlingin his eyes. "Why do you let your braves gallop and howl around, like those chaps over there, when there is no occasion for any demonstration whatever?" contemptuously indicating a group of the escort thus reprehensibly engaged. "You never see our soldiers making such consummate fools of themselves, do you?" "No, Big Chief Bill; I have noticed that," replied the chief, looking both interested and surprised. "Why is it?" "Because they do not waste and exhaust on the idle air the energies and the enthusiasm which should be reserved for the hour of danger arid action-the defense, the skirmish, or the battlefield. That is why-in a fair field, and altogether apart from the difference s in firearms ahd always whip you, three to one. Farewell, Big Chief Yellow Hair. Do not say that I am when I freely meike you a preseht of a war secret such as d1is.'' The chief seemed t o thoughtfully consider what had been said. Then, with simply a loudly gnmtccl "Ugh l" he waved his hand, called out a command, and the entire crew clashed off to the eastward out of sight. "Vl e thort ye 'bout gone, chief," observed Buckskin Jack, as Buffalo Bill stepped into the canon, while the other scouts v,rere equally relieved and sympathetic in their looks1 if not in expression. "Vv c all thort so.'' "So did I," replied the scout. with his odd smile "Curse that bragging drunkard, Yellow Hair! if I ever catch him begging whisky at one of the sutler's stores again I'll boot him till I'm leg wea\y. There was some good. however. out of my outbreak, after all, I suspect. You all saw the young brave who tapped 111e on the breast after knocking up Yellow Hair's rifle." Yes; they had all seen. "He was a stranger to me. Any of you recognize him?" All shook their heads but Red Tomahawk, who. after a moment's reflection, said: "I do now. He is Arrow-Flight, a young enne brave from t1p Rosebud way, and I'm strongly inclined to think, here among the hostiles either partly or wholly against his will." "I haven't a doubt of it," observed Cody. "At all events, this is what he meant when he tapped me on the chest." And he forthwith produced a small roll of smooth bitch baf'k. It prO'Ved to be a message from Miss the young woman they were on their way to rescue, was dated that morning, was addressed to "Chief Cody, otherwise Buffalo Bill," and appeared to have been written with the fit'e-blackened poiflt of a smail stick. It was to the effect: DEAR Sm-I learn from a good and unexpected friend that you, with some brave and tried comrades, are hastening to my rescue. For Heaven's sake, let nothing turn you back I I am :t captive, miserably unhappy, whatever may be told you to the contrary notwithstanding. The reckless young brave who carried me off t<'.i this rniser:ible place (here on the fortified plateau. in the heart of this nightmare country, which they' call the Bad Lands) will not let me go, and in response to my allger and disdain, which I altogether control, is daily growing more t110ody artd even menacirtg, until I am greatly terrified. So, for Heaven's sake, persist in your object to reach or suc cot me. Oh, tny poor aunt! what will she think or dread? The young brave who promised to place this ih yout hahds, if po5siblc, I a111 told is honest and faithful. But even he is dubi ous about being able to reach you with 1neMage. His name is Atrow Plight, and, could you confer wii.h him. he might be of service to you. But, ah! if this tnissive should have been written in vain BLANC:Ht MORRIS. This pathetic was tead out aloud to the sc()Uts, who listened to it with much gravity. "Thunder an' lightni11' !" sttdd.en1y btlrst (")ttt Buek skin, with a stream of oaths that would have disgraced a pirate, so intent was he upon co11cealing the

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, THE BUFF ALO BLL STORIES. emotion of his honest heart. "What air we ter do? No need of tryin' ter deceive th er reds any longer ez ter our real object--Yellow Hair's words must hev put all idee o' thet dodge but o' your head. What's our best gait now?" "What is it, you ask?" exclaimed the Prince of Plainsmen, with the battle-flash in his eye. "It is forward and onward, to cut our way openly and above-board, if necessary, through the swarming hostile hordes to the side of the unhappy, entrapped young lady, who sends out to us this beseeching cry from the depths of her captivity! It is fo.rward and onward; by the gleam of our knives and the flash of our guns!" One and all. the veteran scouts gathered around him, raising their headcoverings reverently, slapping their arms-belts, grasping their rifle s with a tighter clutch, and, in obedience to a raised fore finger on the part of Buckskin Jack Russell, they sol emnly repeated, after the manner of an oath, the im pressive words of their chief: "By the gleam o.f our knives and the flash of guns Amen !" Five minutes later they were once more to horse and on the road. But it was a bad day for Indians in the Bad Lands, or a good one, as the case might be, when the trails seemed to fairly swarm with them, more or less. With the central plateau as their aim, glimpses were caught of them almost consfantI.y, going or coming, singly, in pairs, in groups and in bands. Of course, it was the policy of the adventurers to avoid collisions as much as possible, pending their leader's hope of obtaining the longed-for interview with Two-Strike, which he was still sanguine of bringing to a termination, as the best ac cess fo the plateau, with his party, but it was not a great while before this was found to be simply im possible In spite of the extent of the country, and its varied topography, the Indians were found, in this strip between their fortification and the outer world, so to speak, to be a:ltogether too numerous. The expeditionists had hardly partaken of their noonday cold bite and rest, after hours of devious windings and doagings by tlre most tortuous of tr,ails-they were at the mouth of a little blind canon, with the accessible end of the plateau dimly cliscerni ble in the distan .ce-when Louis Rameau, on lookout on a neighboring point of rocks, came running back to the little camp, waving his hand. "A big force coming right up this way, from the plateau, through the deep valley below there!" he exclaimed, in his abrupt; broken English, pointing away. "Like enoug-h, sent out on purpose to obstruct us. Short Bull commands 'em. I saw and knew him." 1The little cafion opened out directly upma. the trail, which was very narrow at this point, less than feet in breadth, and passing between steep-sided ridges, or buttes, covered with loose stones ..i'Short BLdl, eh?" he said, reflectively. "The most virulent of the hostile chiefs. well, this is as good a place to hold him off as any other. At all events, .there is to be no retreat. Tumble some of those rocks down info the pass here, my lads, to make a sort of breastwork. Tht animals can stay where they are in the canon here till we are ready to move on.'' The command was executed in short order. While his companions were evening up the improvised wall thus thrown across the trail, Red Tomahawk ran up to the master-scout, while the latter was busying himself with switching up the loosened pack on the mule. "Big Chief Bill," he exclaimed, joyfully, "even if they should come on overpoweringly, w-e needn't take the back track." "I believe I said that there should be no retreat," was the stern reply. "Ah!" with a smile; "but if another force-say one of those raiding bands on its way back to the plateau -should come on our rear by this same trail?" "Humph I Then," with a sh 'rtig of the broad shoulders, "I acknowledge we wo11ld be in somethit.tg of a fix." "But I want to tell you that, even then, we need not retreat, though t)lere woulcl still be a ready es cape for us." "How is that?" "Don't you recognize this place?" "No." "Ah, I forgot that it is not the same trail you made use of before. But look up into the little canon here. Do you not see the head of a branch trail?" "Is it a trail?" "Yes, yes; of my own knowledge." "Well?" "It leads indirectly to the fissure-mouth of the secret valley, from which you and your fifty rescued me and my companions once ." "Hallo! this is worth knowing. But you are sure?" "Yes, yes, Big Chief Bill And by pursuing it1 in an emergency, we would 11ot be retreating, but would be rather going toward the plateau than away from it." "Splendid idea! But is that not the hoof-beats of the Indians coming up the pass? Let us see." CHAPTER Ill. FRONT AND REAR. As they joined the three other scouts at the im prio\rised breastwork, the head of the Inclian column was just making its appearance, up from the deep

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BUffJ\LO BILL STORIES. valley to the west, into a broader section of the trai l not more than fifty yards beyond and where it wa s joined by another one, coming down OYer a ridge from the north. Then the others came in view, until there were seventy or eighty in all, spread across the joining trails and the adjacent low ridge to the south of them, in the rather tumultuous array which is the custom of mounted savages, especially when somewhat taken by surprise. They had probably been on the point of taking the cross-trail and this sudden view of the impro vised breastwork was their first intimation of the scout's presence. At sight of it, a shout of mingled anger and de rision arose from among them, accompanied by the usual extravagant demonstrations, while Short Bull, their immediate commander, calmly rode up and down their front, apparently exhorting them to patience and forbearance. This chief, though something of a braggart, was at the same time one of the most vindictive, intel lectual, and supers titious, and therefore one of the II).OSt dangerous, of the malcontents in the Bad Lands. Two-Strike was his superior in executive ability, and as a born organizer and commander of bodies of men. Kicking Bear, who had been actively associated with Crazy Horse and Sitting Bull and Rain-in-the-Face in the Custer massacre at the Little Big Horn, was probably his superior in desperate courage. But, in his own way, Short Bull, was altogether a mighty "bad Indian" in both the physical and the intellectual sense. He was the chief spokesman of the hostile ohiefs, in their responi)e to Agency commissioners of three weeks previous, and for mental force and logic his speech to them betrayed a mind of no mean ability. A part of it, according to the report of Louis Shangraux, the scout and chief commissioner, was as follows: ' I have risen to-day, my red brothers, to te.11 you something of importance. You have heard the words of the promise-makers from the Agency camp. and, if you have done as myself, you have weighed them carefully. If our Great Father at Washington would permit us to continue our religious dance, would give us fair ration-s, and would quit taking away portions of our reservations, I would be in favor of returning. But even if you say that he will how can we discern whether you are telling us the truth? "We have been lied to so many times that we will not believe any word that your Indian agent sends to us If we return, he will get the brave army men to help him take away our guns and ponies, and likely enough put some of us in jail for stealing cattle and plundering houses; whereas he and his prede c essors have been stealing from us steadil)'.. for ;tear:s -swindling us in our rations, our blankets and our lands-and no one has e v er thought of punishin g them. No, no; we prefer to stay here and die, if nec essary, to suffering the loss of our manhood and our liberty. "We are free now. and have plenty of fire-dri e d beef stored away in the rock pockets of these wild hills and solitudes. And we can dance all the time in obedience to the command of the Great \!Vakan tanka. We tell you to return to your agent, and s ay to him that the Dak'ota Sioux in the Bad Land:; are not going to come in. "It is better to die here as brave men, and in obedience to the comma nds of the Good Spirit, than to live like cowards at the Agency, on scanty rations, disarmed, without horses or guns No, we will not return. If we dance, our Good Spirit will protect us, and when all dancers are sincere the bullets of the soldiers wiH harmlessly fall to .the ground, without power to hurt. There is no army. so powerful that it can contend with Wakantanka. Therefore, we are not afraid to remain here. and remain he1e we shall." Soon after the Indians had gathered in sight, Buf falo Bill, affecting not to notice the presence of Sh0rt Bull-with whom he was, nevertheless, very well acquainted--sprang upon the breastwork, and called out: "Is Two-Strike among you there? He is, or used to be, my friend and I want to talk with him. W c are not here desiring to fight, but to proceed peace ably for a talk with Two-Strike. Is he there among you?" There was not a word of reply, in fact, a sndder, quiet fell upon the assembled warriors Then, wheeling his horse, Short Bull dashed up to within a yard of the master-scout his painted face a picture of angry scorn and contempt. "What is all this nonsense, Buffalo Bill?" he ex claimed. "You know that Two-Strike is not among us, even when you pretend to call for him so inno cently. But I, Short Bull, am here to answer for him. and you know me. Now, what do you want?" "I want to see Two-S t rike," persisted Cody, coolly. "You can't and shan't see him t" roared the chief, in a rage. "In fact I am sent here by him to say as much to you, and to turn you back." "I don't believe it." The chief made a furious gesture, but then almost instantly kept down his temper, with unusual s elf c ontrol for an Indian. "Those are empty words, Buffalo Bill," he man .Jged t o reply. "You do believe what I say while seeking to deceive us with untruths yourself. Ypu do not want, as a first object, to see and talk with Two-Strike. I know of your ancient friend s hip with him. and of the secret pow e r you are suppo s ed t o exercise over him. But all that is nothing. We are

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THE BUFF J\LO BILL STORIES. better informed-we chiefs here in the Bad Lands"Then your blood be on your own heads!" and, than you seem to imagine. You are here to seek turning his pony's head, the chief rode slowly back t!Je release of the young lady who is now with our toward his men. squaws, and of her own free will and inclination, at But, even in his passion, it was noticed that he that." pronounced tqe words reluctantly; such was the im "You lie now, Short Bull, and you know it!" thun-portance of Cody in the general Indian estimation, .'1 Cody's chance-shot had been delivered in the een-

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THE BU ff ALO BILL STORIES. 9 ter of one of the fixed ammunition cases which constituted its pack, with unexpectedly disastrous ef fects. The next instant the entire pack blew up, with a tremendous explosion, in mid-air, leaving nothing of its unfort.unate bearer but flying fragmehts of mule meat, hide, and bones, besides knocking a dozen or more warriors off their horses, and prostrating al n:ost as many of the animals themseh' es. ""Mule meat's on ther r'ise !"bawled Buckskin Jack. "But look out, boys! Hyar they come full tilt, ther hull tribe of 'em!" And so they did, in a thundering, infuriated gallop up the trail, firing
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THE BUff ALO BILL STORIES. onght to be thankful that the lookout is so good for us. Just at this juncture the Indians began to put iu a n appearance before the fissure mouth from either side, Short Bull and his warriors from the west, Y ell ow Hair and his from the east. All seemed to be about equally exasperated, but. while cavorting around and giving utterance to say age whoops and gesticulating wildly, seemed, nevertheless, to entertain a very wholesome respect for the fissure and its occupants. ''Ha llo, Short Bull!" called out the scout, as that chief and Yellow Hair came in view, side by side, attended by their personal escorts. "Have you had enough of it, or do you want to try it on again." "Buffalo Bill, my dear friend!'' Short Bull made reply, in a most conciliating voice and manner, "you have always, at least up to this day, been _the Indian s friend. Why should we wish to hurt you, or you wish to hu'rt us?" "'vVhy, indeed?" "That affair a while ago was all a mistake," continued he, yet rnore earnestly. "Come out here, Buffalo Bill, and talk the matter over with Yellow Hair and me." "Don't imagine that I'm fool enough to come, my beauty," replied the scout, promptly, for he scented treachery in the air; "for I am not." They both then urged him, but as he continued obdt1rate to all th' eir honeyed speeches, they presently expressed themselves as greatly grieved at pis sudden want of confidence in them, and then abruptly withdrew out of sight. The next minute over a hundred dismounted warriors rushed into the fissure from either side, in a tremendous combined attack, which they doubtless expected would carry everything before it. .l3ut the scouts were prepared for them. Secure in their position, which was tenfold more impregnable than that but recently contested in the open trail, they opened out Such a tremendous fire from their 'Winchesters that, had the savages been even more overpowering, they could not have withstood it in that narrow passage. In less than a minute the mouth of the passage was choked and piled up with theit dead and dyirtg, while the survivors were glad enough to escape out of range. Then an Indian appeared, waving a flag of truce, and, as the scouts ceased firing, the two chiefs once more made their appearance, and, to Buffalo Bill's great satisfaction: they were accompanied by the head chief, Two-Strike himself. "Big Chief Bill!" called out Short Bull; "that wa3 another mistake. That attack was made without either Yellow Hair's authority o r mine." "I've no further words to waste on such a liar as y ou. Short Bnll responded Cody, looking coolly out, rifle in hand, O\'er the piled up carcasses of the slain. "Two-Strike, you are here at last, I see?" "Yes, Buffalo Bill, I am here," shortly replied t11;e chief of the Bad Lands, who to be both mopdy and troubled. ''\Vhat is it that you want with me?" ''Five private talk on you know what!'' promptly. "Pledge me your safe conduct, and I'll come out to you at once." Two-Strike-a rather fine-looking Indian, with much less of war-paint and feathered bravery than distinguished his fellow-chief s-seemed to be greatlv disturbed. -"I cannot do what you wish, Chief Bill," he replied, after motioning his companions away from him. "In the present state of affairs here, even my pledge of s afe conduct would avail nothing. My followers here are literally frenzied. They would murder you on sight. Li ten to their howls. It cannot be. "Then do you come in here to me. You know me a man of my word when I promise you absolute safety in doing so." ''No,1' moodily, "I shall not come. "Say at once," sarcastically, "that you are afraid to have the talk with me I desire!" "Not that, Buffalo Bill! You ought to know that Two-Strike is no coward. Still," stubbornly, "I do not wish to talk with you-at least not now." "When, then? Give me an appointment to receive me in your village on the plateau, say for to-morrow !" "No, it must not be. Besides, you must not attempt to enter our village at all, my old friend.'' "Whv not?" "At time would it be !!afe for you anCi your friends. You must not come. Look here; we arc going to have a great dance. It begins to-night, and will last three days and three nights. You can't imagine the temper of our people during these religious frenzies. No, no; do not make the attempt; I beg of you say no more!" "I don't care for that, Two-Strike," shouted :Buf falo Bill. "I will take my chances as to that, if you will only--" But here Two-Strike, with a passionate gesture of refusal, abruptly withdrew to one si<;le, and nothing more was seen of him. "Come, men!" said Buffalo Bill, choking down his disappointment as best he could. "We might as well go into the valley at once. A few of the loose rocks tumbled down from the fissure's walls back in yonder ought to make our reasonably sure against intrusion from without." This was accordingly done. The strange secret valley was several acres in extent, and completely surrounded by perpendicular

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THE BUFF ALO BtLL STORIES. 11 and apparently in accessible precipices of prodigious height. As the scouts entered it from the fissure-opening, which they took care to seal behind them, the colony of squaws, mentioned by Red Tomahawk as having taken up their abode therein, advanced in a body across the turf to meet them. There were between twenty and thirty in all, without including a dozen or more children, who held back in the collection of tepees which served for the general camp on the farther side of the valley. They advanced very humbly, their eyes cast down, their blankets drawn tightly around their bodies, and Y.'ith a general appe(/-rance of being greatly terrified. "Come," said the scout, marching at the head of his companions to meet them. "The poor creatures are evidently half-scared to death. We must relieve them of their feani, treat them as well as we know how, and--" he suddenly broke off, something in the unusual stature of the foremost squaws suddenly arousing his suspicions. "Beware! beware!" he then called out softly, without turning his head or withdrawing his eyes from the advancing line of bowed and blanketed forms. "Rifles in readiness, though without letting them perceive it. Possible treachery here. Beware, be ware f" He had hardly given the warning when the ten or dozen taller figures foremost in the squaw-line sud denly threw back their blankets, to the revelation of as many painted warriors, armed to the teeth; and then, with an appalling and exultant whoop, their concealed rifles were raised to their shoulders iq an instant. But Cody's shrewdness had already forestalled the deliberated treachery. The scouts, warned in time, were even quicker than their disguised foes, and at once began to shoot them down, hand-running, be fore the latter could fire half a dozen shots, and those but wild ones that did no harm. The thing was sprung, detected, and and done in less than a minute. Every disguised Indian of them w'as shot to death by that time, and if a couple of real squaws were likewise numbered among the slain by accident, it was certainly through no fault of the scouts. Thirteen were killed in all. The remainder of the unmistakable had fled, shriekiug, to their tepees, where they continued to wail and beg for mercy. But the scouts only troubled themselves further by making sure that there were no more disguised bucks among them; after which they quietly looked after their animals, and proceeded to pitch their own camp under one of the precipices not far away from the tepees; for night was now rapidly coming on, and all were more or less hungry and exhausted after the e..'<:traordinary trials and perils of the day. Half-an-hour later, while was cooking, Louis Rameau, who was standing thoughtfully by the fire, after making certain silent observations about the valley on his own account, suddenly said, in his odd, jerky way: "So, Red Tom, this is your secret valley, is it? Ugh!" with a somewhat contemptuous grun. t. ''Yes, Louis," replied the Indian scout. "\tVhat fault have you got to find with it?" "Oh, no fault!" the half-breed shrugged his pow erful shoulders. "Ugh! why should there be? Only there're more secrets about this valley than you, or any one else but me, can have any idea of." "What!" they all cried; "you are then familiar with this place, Louis?" He only nodded in reply, and seemed to suddenly lapse into one of his moody silences, in which they knew from <".Xperience it would be useless to ques tion him further, until he should choose to come out of it of his own accord. CHAPTER V. STRANGE DISCOVERIES. \tVhile the hunters' meal was under discussion, Louis took up a fresh tin-cupful of well-sweetened coffee and started away. "Where are you going, Louis?" asked Buffalo Bill, curiously. "There is little squaw there," replied the halfbreed scout, pointing toward the miserable fire at the neighboring squaws' camp. "And I think they have no coffee there. If she is the little Cheyenne squaw I take her for, she may be of much use. She, too, will have been in this secret valley before. Meb be I bring her back with me." All this was said in a disjointed way. Nothing was said, and Louis went over to the tepees. He presently returned, accompanied by the little squaw he had referred to. She was a very small squaw, not more than seventeen or eighteen, and with a foxily intelligent, but at the same time, sad and honest-appeuring little face, of the complexion of a well-seasoned black walnut. "I was right," said Rameau. "My brethren, this is Chuck-a-popee, whorh I have heretofore known." Then, turning to his companion, he said, with the rough manner which Indians and semi-Indians are accustomed to use with women of their own or an in ferior race: "Tell them your story. They all understand Sioux, if you can speak in no better tongue." Chuck-a-popee promptly obeyed, with much meek ness, and yet with a manner that argued the posses sion of a certain force of her own. "Great White Chief, I talk Sioux, but I am Chey enne, not Sioux. I came here with my brother fron1 Rosebud ten days ago. Curse the day! He is off

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12 THE BU ff ALO BILL with the vvarriors constantly, and can't get away. I am here, there, everywhere, with other wretched squaws, ever since. We are halfstarved. There is little use for squaws here in the Bad Lands; only for fighting men. Those braves whom you shot came here this morning, on the chance of entrapping you. We could say nothing. Well, they have got their dues. Yes; I have met Louis Rameau before; and I know this strange valley even more than he. There are many se<;rets here. Come with us; we will show them to you. That is all." Having thus expressed herself, Chuck-a-popee pounced upon a piece of broiled meat, which was given her, and ate it ravenously, besides drinking another tin of coffee. "What do ycu say, Big Chief?" inquired Louis. "The little squaw speaks well, and there is goo(! moonlight. Are you ioo tired? or will you go with us? There are strange things to know; and now or never is a good word. What do you say?" "I'm with you, for one," responded Cody, prompt ly rising. "There is no time like the present." Red Tomahawk and Buckskin Jack also volun teered, while Yankton Charley, being very tired, thought he had better remain, to replenish the fire, look after the animals and keep an eye on the neigh boring tepees. This was readily agreed upon. Then the exploring pa1ty, as thus constitttted, with Rameau and the little squaw in the lead, proceeded to a torner between two precipices, where natural steps were found zigzaggihg upward along the face of the crags, ahd began to scale the heights, one closely following the other, by the light of moQn. It was mighty hard rlimbi11g, but still it was prac ticable, and they pushed on. "This natural stairway is nothing new to me/' ob served Red Tomahawk, a little disdainfully, when about half-way up. have climbed it befo1e." "Oh, have you?" grunted Rameau, looking back "But don't be too Red Tom. There is still something aboht it you have never seen." They at last reached a broad shelf in the face of the precipice, where a momentary p.1.use was made. "Good rock shelf this!" commel1ted Louis, with his accustomed grunt. "May see it again in a differ ent way. Now come on again; path easier now." Reaching the top of the crag, whose outer was no less precipitous than its inner wall, a magnificent extent of the moon-lighted Bad Lands beyond burst upon their view. As on the preceding evening, the dis play was once more stretching out its curving chaim of flame, link by link, while on the fortified plateau, which they cottld now look down upotl, though at a distance of three or four miles, it was obvious that th,e we .ird &"host dance, sp ,oken of by Two-Strikei was already under way, with all the clamor, frenzy, forch wavings and other savage sights. "I've looked off before from this crest, too," observed Red Tomahawk, after a long pause. "Oh, yes, it was just here that young Mr. J ackford and I looked off. vVe saw it all, 011ly it was by daylight, and without any ghost C.:ance." "Ugh! mebbe you saw, also, something else, which my little squaw here and I are abciut to show you," growled Louis, with a good-natured sneer. "Red Tom, you know it all, don t you? Clmck-a-popee, you take the lead." The little squaw obediently stepped across the crest, and, to all appearances, instantly threw herself over the outer precipice. "All right-no harm!" said Rameau, with a smile at the general start of horror among his companions. "Come on l" Then, on following him, they perceived that had simply jumped down to a shelf, or ledge, whence, hard in against the face of the per pendicular wall, a narrow path, cut or naturally worn in the rock, but vvith its top concealed by thick twined vines until she had brushed them aside, wou11cl and :zigzagged its tortuous way downward. They fo.llowed her lead down the path, being now solely lighted by the reflection of the watch-fire belt. At'rived at another, and broader shelf, thefr guide did not follow the path any further down, but, pull ing away some more vines, disclosed a cave entrance into the face of the crag. "Also familial: to you, Red Tom?" queried Louis. "Ugh! Saw all this before, of course?" "No, nor even suspected it, Louis," was the goodhumored response. "You and your little friend here take the-what is it ?-the cake, the belt1 the cheese, ot whatever the1e is." "Vgh I don't we though? But the1 e is s:ti'U more. Lead on, Chuck-a-popee." Entering the cavern1 which, by the faint glimmer of tnoonlight at its fatther end, vros seen to pierce entirely through the cliff, they proceeded about mid way, where an extraordinary Slirptise awaited them. They Wftt'e at the opening of a side-cave Qr cave chamber, which was lighted by several pine-knot torches, stuck here and there in the walls, and in the center of which, a tall, gaunt, spectral-looking man was busily engaged in making a painstaking and most remarkable toilet. A piece of looking-glass fixed against the rock, a basin of water 011 a three-legged stool, a small paint brush in his hand, ahd whnt appeared to be little pots of _grease and paint disposed on a little shelf below the glass, together with several pieces of savage ornamentation; other than those which he had al ready assumed in part, were his only aids. Art old rifle leaned 011 another of the cave, and there was a bed of skins and some rude articles

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. : BU ff ALO BILL STORIES. 13 f furniture, indicating the cave as the strange abode f its yet stranger occupant. The latter did not perceive the intruders at first, ut when he did, thir presence did not seem to dis urb him in the least ''Hullo! it is my little friend, Chuck-a._popee !" he xclaimM, in Siou:x, turning a queer face toward hem ...... the face of a white man, truly, but daubed ver in the most extraordinary manner with grease, halk and paint, so that it resembled the face of a valking corpse more than anything else. "What! ot some friends with you, t .oo? Never mind; the ore the merrier, so long as they don't trouble me ere he came to a staring pause, at the end of which he rushed forward, shouting in the best of English, ''Why, Buffalo Bill, my old friend! how are you? ood Lord I who'd have expec.ted to see you here?" nd, grasping the scout's two hands, he shook them igorously. Cody's astonishment, now that he recognized the strang-.e recluse, in his turn, was n9 less pronounced. "If it isn't Job Potter himself, may I miss my ext Christmas dinner!" he exclaimed, responding !heartily to the greeting o.ffered him. "But let me ask you your O\Vn question first, olci fellow. What's the meaning of this ridiculous masquerading? And hat on earth are you doing here ?11 "I'm an Indian Messiah," responded the recluse, [ l\vith a grin through his chalk and paint. "Are you in earnest?" "In dead earnest, Bill, though I confess to be rowing daily more and more tired of my job. See?" e threw open a sort of sheet that was loosely thrown round him, and displayed a tight-fitting, whiteleacheower, he had, covertly, at least, sought to use superstitious agency toward in fluencing the hostile chiefs to return to the agency, but thus far, of course, without success. At all events. Buffalo Bill finally resolved to make use of him, and the man promised that on the following night, when the ghost-dancing mania was likely to be at its culminating point he would hit on a plan of introducing him and his party into the hostile camp, without bloodshed, which he hadn't a doubt would be successful. After some further discussion as to the proposed plan, the party took their leave of the highly ec centric Job Potter, and passed on through the cliff. They came out upon the inner precipice ledge, where they had once before paused in their ascent to the crest, and whence they speedily made their de scent to the secret valley below. Of cours e, Rameau an
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14 THE BUFF J\LO BILL STORIES. nately on the fissure entrance in t o the valley, and upon the neighboring tepees, where the squaws could be heard k eep ing up an excited chattering, di versified now and then by a dolorous wail or death chant. "What's up, Yankton?" demanded the leader. "Anything happened?" "N othin' pertickler, chief," was the answer. "Only a lot er them murderous squaws hev been interviewin me often enough, in ther thort you uns h ed kerried off ther little 'un yonder, prob'bly to do her some harm. An' then they've been makin' a big howl over ther bucks we killed, an' whose bodies they've kerried inter ther tepees yonder. You kill hear 'em yelpin' even now." "No harm in all that," observed Buffalo Bill, cheerfully. "The little squaw's contented now as when she helped Louis guide us up the cliff. And if the old ones in the tepees will rid us of the trouble of putting the dead bucks under ground, so much the better for us." Chuck-a-popee was accordingly sent back to her squaw associates, with a goodly supply of spare pro visions from the expedition's stock, such as could not but be vastly welcome, and, the Sibley tent having been erected betimes, guard duty was arranged for the night, after which the scouts sought their well earned repose. CHAPTER VI. THE IiOS'l'ILE CAMP ON THE The night passed without incident. The following day, which it had been decided to spend quietly in the valley pending the hoped-for success of the ensuing night, as promised by Job Potter, was only interrupted by a messenger from Two-Strike, who, unable to ,penetrate the obstruc tions which had been piled up therein, made his pres ence known on the other side of them by repeatedly discharging his gun. "What is it?" demanded Cody, hastening into the fissure with his men, and speaking over and through the barricade to the messenger, whose figure could be made out distinctly in the cavernlike dimness beyond. I am here with word to Big White Chief Bill from Two-Strike," was the reply, in very respectful Sioux. "\i\That word does Two-Strike send me?" "He once more begs you to give up your present purpose, and go back out of the Bad Lands If you will only do this, he sacredly pledges himself to give you the personal interview you so much desire." "When and where?" "Within a week, and at Pine Ridge Agency. He is tired of the hostilities. He will by that time return to the agency, with all his _people, and sue for peace on the so le conditiou that the past shall be for given, and the Indians be allowed to keep their guns and horses." Buffalo Bill smiled. He was perfectly convince.Cl that nothing could be further from the wily old head chief's intention than s u ch a SJ.,eedy and sum mary surrender as was here proposec, and yet TwoStrike's anxiety to keep him and l:.is men back from an attempt to push forward to the plateau was, in itself, sufficiently encouraging. Still, it W
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THE BU Ff ALO Bill STORIES. 1 5 "Then try to be among the hostile guards of the entrance up into their village to-night, between eight and ten, and give no alarm as to what you may see or su.spect." "! can do better than that for you, White Chief Bill. I can even to command the sentinels of the pass, and that I will do. I swear it." "A thousand thanks, Arrow-Flight! And perhaps even the little will be with us then." "Ah, White Chief Bill!" with a joyful exclamation; "I would die to serve you in and out of the hos tile camp. But you w j ill see. Farewell!" "Ad.ie\.1 !" "Better and better!" commented Cody, on accompanying his men back across the valley to camp. "Chuck-a-popee was our first godsend, Job Potter. the bog us Indian Me1tsiah, our next-though I heartily wish he might be in some better line of humbugging, and perhaps this young brave, Arrow-Flight, will prove our third." "I think he will, chief said Red Tomahawk, con fidently. "Arrow-Flight is reputed at Rosebud as being both faithful and brave." "Nothin' Eke hevin a friend in an enemy's camp," observed ::Buckskin Jack, while bath Yankton and Louis nodded. "It's better'n a square drink when you're feclin shaky after makin' a night of it 'ith too much of ther oh-be-joyful." That afternoon Buffalo Bill, guided up the cliff solely by the little Chuck-a-popee, had another interview with the odd hermit of the lofty mid-crag cave during which the details for the coming night's adventure were thoroughly discussed and agreed on. Promptly, as night closed in, everything was got in readiness in the valley. Red Tomahawk, though not a little against his in clinations, was to be left behind to keep an eye on the tepees and the animals; for it had been decided to proceed in the wake of the false Messiah on foot; and the known hatred for the Red Tomahawk by the majority of the hostiles was such as to be deemed best that he should not endeavor to enter the fortified camp with the others. When ready for the start, the remaining four scouts presented a pronounced transformation. Bufb.lo Bill and Buckski-n Jack, wearingIndian ltlankets over their rifles, and their long hair tucked up under their hat11, in which sundry eagle feathers had. been stuck, looked a prett y fair counterfeit of a couple of hostile braves in the semi-civilized winter toigery that was so common a m ong the latter when attainable, and a liberal application of war-paint streakings had not been forgotten to give an added air of redskin to their disguise. Louis Rameau was rigged up in a squaw's cos tume which Buckskin had obtained. But the most astonishing transformation of all was that of Yankton Charley, who was got up in the ghost-dancing dress. Indeed, painted, chalked up, and thus attired, he looked almost as ghastly and t errifying as Job Potter himself at his professional best, so to speak; only, in addition, no one could have suspected him of being other than a full blooded Indian on religious exciteme n t bent, when he had once thrown aside his blanket and exec uted an impromptu dance, with appropriate yells and ges ticulations, by the campfire, in the way of rehearsal. "You'll do, Yank, if you don't over do it," ob served the chief, as the last preparations were being made. "You must be careful on that point. Other wise, it must be confessed, you look wild enough and hid!'!OUS enough to take the cake from the boss prancers in the spiritual ring." "You're not so purty yourself as ordinary, chief," replied Yankton Charlie. "But I'll do my doggone level best ter keep up ther reppertation of ther gang, you kin depend on that." The fact of the sham dancer and bogus squaw retaining their rifles was not a little in contradiction to the characters they were assuming, it was true; but, everything considered! it had been deemed best to risk it. The little squaw, Chuck-a-popee took no small part in these preparations, and her delight and pride in knowing that she was to accompany the masqueraders were unbounded. I will guide you!" she cried; "I know the way to the plateau so well that I could find it in among the intervening valleys in the dark. And then will not my brave brother be there to help you, too?" The other squaws from the adjoining tepeesmost of the m hideously old, and doubtless with their symp a thies wh o lly with the hostiles-together with the children, were grouped at a short distance from the fire, regarding with stupid curiosity the proceed ings, which they evidently did not understand. Finally, everything was in readiness, and the dif ficult route up t he face of the cliff was begun. The sham "Messiah" was putting the finishing touches upon his own extraordinary toilet when the disguised scouts reached the entrance of his cavern chamber, in which. in addition to the illuminating pine knots. he had kindled a brisk fire, for the weather had again turned off very cold and raw. "Aha!" said he, critically surveyingthe party; this is something like, and I haven't a doubt you will pass muster. I have been turning things over in my mimi Mr. C o dy, and think now it w111 be best for you and your party to follow clo s e upon my heels. It will seem as if I had picked you up while you were on your way from some other ghost-dance outside of t he Bad Lands, and I will so make it understood as we pass on up the side of the plateau." "All right, Potter," was the response. "'vVe are ready as soon as you are."

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t6 THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. Fortunately, it was anothermoonlight night, and the belt of signal fires also contributed not a little of its reflected light as party made their way down the other precipice, with the dancing-master, as one might say, of Potter, and the little squaw, Chuck-a popee, in the lead. The first named carrred no arms, but was provided with a long, stout wand, decorated with little buckskin ribbons and strings of beads. "It's my divining wand, or my official staff, which ever: you please," he had explained to his compan ions, with his semi-reckless, semi-cynical smile. "Not much good in a regular fight, perhaps, but answering my holy purpose well enough in an emergency, as you may have the chance of observing sooner or later." A light snow began to fall a.s they quitted the foot of the precipice, and a cold wind blew across the des olate and chaotic wastes from the northwest; but they were enabled to m;a.ke pretty rapid progress along the trail that was preserttly struck. at an elevated but sheltered }!>oint, they came upon four mounted in waiting, with a spare pany, whose saddle and o ther gear were espe cially fine. The "Messiah" at once pranced toward them, with a lively mov,ement at the same time giving utterance to som e gibberish-like incantation in the Sioux dialect; the escort meanwhile receiving him with many manifestations of superstitiou s respect and fear. However, when the holy man had sprung into the saddle, one of them, with a half-suspicious frown, ventured to ask: "You are not alone, as has been your custom. \i\Tho and what' are these strangers thatwe see with you to-n ig'ht ?" "Leave it to your betters to ask such questions, unbeliever!" roared out Potter, fetching him a whack over the shoulders with his staff. "What! am I to give an account of myself and my pilgrim fol lowers to such as you? He,re, you--!" calling one of the others by name; "gallop on ahead, and ad vise the chiefs of my coming, along with these wor shipers from the dance ring on the Porcupine River. And let them see to it that the dance is well under way and everything in rea diness for my sacred cere mohies by the time we arrive." The messenger selected at once spurred away in obedience to the command, while the grumbler hung his head under the reproof, his two companions even going so far as to kiss the sacred staff that was still being flourished menacingly over their humbled heads. Then all proceeded sedately in the direction of the plateau, the disguised scouts and their little squaw guide finding no difficulty in keeping up with the cavalcade on foot. At last, a final deep valley being traversed, they came out suddenly upon a wide, open plain, at whose farther extremity rose the towering sides of the urally battlemented plateau, its lower end glistenin'g with the gleam of many campfires, the guatded tigzag path leading up to the village bei>ig, moreover, studd.cd on either s i de with flaring torches, showing the s entinels guardin&" it at intervals. Besi des, there was a tre1)1endou s hubbub going on. The guards were yelling out their wild fanatical chant, the rude music of the ghost dance itself came floating down on the cold vind, and the flashing torches of the spectators around the ghostring could be seen moving tumultuously hither and thither up over the ragged crest of the elevation. "Follow on at a run!" the fak:ir called back over his shoulder. "We must signalize our arrival with a great demonstraJion. The more you yell and jump abcmt the better, only be aure tg religiously and in goq.d Sioux. You can do the j.umpirlg about in any language you durnecl please." This was the reformed." Mr. Job Potter's parting little joke. he put his p9ny to a slo.w gallop, riding in advans:e of his escort, \rhile shouting out and gesticu lating like a madman; his pedestrian followers acting up to his unique instructior:is with a zeal and ex uberance worthy of a better cause. "To think that even Indians can be taken in by such outrageous mttmmery !" thought the master scout, and i:loubtless more than one of his companions, while this triumphant entry was in progress "Good Lord I it wottld be a disgrace to the intelligence of as many South Sea Islanders." But it ans wered the pm'pose just the same, which was the only thing to be '.A rrived at the foot of the blazing stairlike cause way, the procession m ade a momentary halt, while the gua rds began to Open a passage for it up the path, shouting and singing, even the rocks far above a,nd f .ar along the plateau-verge being crowded with expectant Indians, vociferating their or giving utterance to meaningless howls, while furi ously waving their t()rches. "It's a go!" called back the fakir to his friends, in Eng-lish. "The d"-nged fool s bite like so many fish. This ovation is for your arrival, no Jess than mine. Oniy keep up the jig, my pilgrims!" 1'"h. en they all went yelfing and dancing and gesticulating up the steep like so many madmen. In fact the ruse was working so successfully, and everything was going Ciln so swimmingly that Buffalo Bill could scarcely realize the good fortune before it was an accomplished fact. Arrow-Flight, in command of the main guard. which was posted half-way up the path, recognized him and bis companions immediately, and, in run.1 ning out to grasp his sister by the arm and draw her to his side, he found occasion to whisper:

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THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. 17 "Bravely don. e, W hi .te Chief! I shall be off duty here very soon, and if you should want tne, I shall be at the ghostrin.g, watching for a signal." Then the plateau was reached, 1'\'.Q-Strike and his head chiefs j.O'ineed, their faces and bodies smea.r .ed with paint, chalk and charct>al marks, they were happing about like human gra3sltoppers, and o'"ca&o11ally g}vin.g utterance to loud whoops, while the crowd shouted or sc1'eamed in sympathy, and a pardcularly frio of old medicit'ie men, thron,ed on a sort of rude staging at one side, furnished the brass band accompaniment for the ext:taoroinat'y cere monies. That is, these last were banging and pounding, as if their lives depended on it, one on a regular In dian drum, another on an old hotel gong, and another on a dilapidated copper kettle, with a rusty pair of fire.tongs, occasionally di'v'e1sifying the hid oous clamor of their discordance by shrieking out: "W akantanka is here! Lo, his spirit is upon us! See; it enters into the bodies of the dancers, and their souls are on fire! Hurrah for Wakantanka Here, too, is his Messiah, one of his speciai messengers, once more us! Keep it up, brothers! Glory to the Great Spirit! He is about to sweep away the despuiJing whites, the buffalo will return, and thit lJ.nd vrill be onQe mue solely for us, the red men, his cbl'Jsen people. Jump and dance, dance and jmnp I Our day is at hand!" In fury and craziness, and apart from the musical attempts, t.he scene, for sheer irlcoherence, was altogether beyond description. But the wildest eftbi:ts of the fanatical dancers paled their fires when Job Potter, the boss fakir, bounded into the magic cir.de with a series of kangaroolike leaps, i&otic gesticulations and demoniac ho\vls, that altogether, so to speak, knocked the crankish spots out of anything that could have preceded it. Yankton Charley, in his ghost-toggery, and Louis Rameau, in his fighting squaw's dress, followed, twirling their guns over their heads, snapping .their fingers, screeching like factory steam whistles, and jLitnping about, and even over One another, like a brace of Inna tics at leap-frog. At all events, it was the dramatic success of the Lands far that evening, away beyooa any extravagance that had yet gone before it in the ghost circus of the hostile fastness, and the spectators fairly howled themselves hoarse in approval. However, Buffalo Bill, who had subsided at the least thickly crovvded side of the ring, was not altogether satis fied. "Our men are overdoing thing," he manage' d to say, in a low voice, to Buckskin Jack, who Wa3 silently grinning and chuckling at his elbow. "Look at Yankton, especially Even the most ridiculous of the genuine dancers can never indulgie in such stupendous monkey-shines. He is aating like an electrified bullfrog. And then no really spi:ri:tuajirte d squctw in the world could ever get off those engine screeches that Louis so frequentzy indulges in, even apart from his brandishing his Winchester in that idiotic manner. Why can't they take pat.tern from P0tter, in whose madness there is a certain rnetl10d, at all events? I feel strongly t:e!mpted t o run over there, and boot them both out of the ring!" be wuss yet," counseled Buckskin. "Let 'em jump. It's bettern'n a bull fight." And he see.n1e'1 to from exploding with no little diffi culty. Rut at this juncture Short Bull, No Neck and Kicking Bear strode past, and the former was heard to say: "Queer sort of dancers, these newcomers, anyway! T11eir rifles are vVinchesters-of the newest pattern, too, and, then, who ever heard of a squaw with a \Vinchester before? I never did "You heard that?" demanded Corly of his companion, w he n the group had passed on. "Yes," was the reply, serious enough now. "What's ther remedy, colonel?" "There is little chuck-a-popee watching us from the other side. Louis should join her at once in locating the tepee wherein Miss Morris is imprisoned. Yankton can go later and then seek hi s opportunity of informing me, when the dancers shall have become so numerous that 011r absence wilf not be noted. Prance over the line and manage some way to give them the tip. In the meantime, I must find some means of having my coveted talk with Two Strike alone." "Good enough, Bill!" And, with a bound, a yell and a gorillalike twirl of his rifle over his head, shil'lelah-fashion, he went over the line the dancers, who, seized by the contagion one by one, by this time numbered eighteen or twenty in all. Cody was presently relieved by seeing Louis quit the ring and join Chuck--a-popee, apparently with-

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THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. out exciting suspicious observation, after which the pair disappeared A moment later there was a friendly touch 0n his atm, find he saw the Cheyenne, at his "Big White Chie{ half-breed is off with my !ittle siste.r, you douQtless know whither," whis 'pered the young man. Big :Knife's distant squaw tepee at any moment. See; the excitement is so fierce and confused that no one will notic;e. Shall we go?" "Not yet, Arr'w-FYc'ht," was the reply. "I must be son11twhat s.we of the lay of the land behind me first, and. would have ruy interview with Two-Strike at once a,nd alone, if poslilible. Do you see anything of him?" "I did a few minutes ago. Wait! He was with 'those three chiefs over yonder. You see them?" ''Yes, Kicking Bear, Little Wound and ElkKiller; you mean those?" "'/es; and wherever Elk-Killer is Two-Strike is not far away. He ought to be called Following Dog, instead of Elk-Killer, for no one ever heard of his killing any elk, and he is so much at Two-Strike's heels that everybody lau&hs at him. A h there is Two-Strike himself now! You see him?" "Yes." The old head chief had, in fact, just made his appearance among the others. He wore his accustomed stern, meditative, and half-troubled look; and, iu
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l'HE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. 19 clini.ng:, with half-clo s ed eyes, on a heap of skins on the farther side of it. He at once looke d up however, on hearing the foG>tstep, and then, not recog, nizing the in truder, he gave an exclamati on, and made a spring for his rifle. But, b e fore he could reach it, the great plains man s iron g rip w a s on his wri s t and his stern, men acing voice was in his e;;i.r. "Peace, Yain old man!" hissed the voice; "would y ou struggle against Fate it s elf? It is I, Buffalo B ill, an d w e meet at last, in spite of your cowardl y evas i ons, as I promis ed you that we should. So; what do y o u make of it now?" What was there in that low-hissed v o ice that grim, uncompromising aspect, that seemecl to strike t he veter.an, wily old chief with sudden and nameless fear? At first he seemed who.Hy bewild.ered, but, as he recognized his visitor, he managed to gather himself together a bit. "I know you now, Buffalo Bill," he growled, sulk ily. "I will not harm you, nor raise any alarm." "Right w ell I know that," returned Cody, ca sting him from him with a contemptuous laugh. "For, old scoundrel that you are, it is because you dare not!" CHAPTER VIII. TWO-STRIKE'S SECRET. "Dare noit ?" echoed the old chief, with a sudden start, and yet with something of a proud disdain, for, if more cunning than valiant in his old age, he had been brave and hardy in his warrior youth. "White Chief Bill you ought to know me to be no coward." "A long-treasured secret of conscious crime can make a cowat'd o{ any rhan," replied the master scout. "Sit down there and let me talk to you," in ceuch of skins, and Tu6-5trike s ullenly obeyed. "You have your b41.ck secret of the past-a secret which, if known, could hang you !-and your knowledge that it is known to me alone, of all men other than yourself, places you in my power. Do you hear, chief ?-in my power!" The old Indian cowered under the burning and ac cusing g a ze that accompanied the words. "Yes, y es, I know, Buffalo Bill," he muttered feebly. "But since then we have been good friends, and you promised never to betray me." "On one condition-a condition that you woul
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2 0 THE BU ff ALO BILL STORIES. "But listen, chief," continued Cody. "You are still anxious, notwithstandinr the you have "Proken and the deceitful, rnannctr in which you have aVQicle d and deceived me-you are still anxious, i presume, that I should keep tbis secret of yours." Gqd1 yes !11 cried 1\vo--SttikeJ sptinging to his feet with an earnestness that was unmistakable. "Oh, my friend, I will say anything, do anything!" "I want deeds, not words. Save in the nature of an oath that you will not dare to break," sternly. "Hark you, then; I want you to promise me two things on an oath that I myself will administer to you. Will you do it?" "If in tny power, yes. What do.you demand?" "First, and foremost, a 1enewal of your promise to come into the agency and sue for peace just as soon yolt cart arrange these elements under your control so as to enable you to do so with success. I recognize and app1eciate the difficulties that you must mastet in order to accomplish this 'result, ai1d am willing to make allowances for them. Wiil you. protnise this ?" "Yes," slowly. "I am really tired of this miserable business. Yes, Buffalo Bill, I \vill swear to perform this task to the best of my ability. What is the other thing?" "You know my special business here. \iVhy have you permitted Big Knife to detain that young lady here in the camps?" The old chief moved uneasily in the seat on the couch, which he had resumed. "White Chief Bill, you do not, or will not under stand," he said, earnestly. "The young 111en, the hot heads, are more and more in control here. In inirtor affairs, such as this, my rule is but nominal. Big Knife and his cousins have great influence with this disturbing element in cur camp. Direct interference ofl my part in this young lady's favor (she is not being badly treated, by the way, ap:.nt from being kept in restraint) might bring half the best fighting material I have in ope.n antagonism \Vith me. How ever, what l.s it you want me to do? I -vvi.11 do the very best I tan to meet your Willhes, thotlgh I tell you frankly that my best will not be a great deal." Cbdy could not but feel the force and earnestnes of what the old chief said, a11d he moreover, loth to exact of him mare than he co ,uld be able to per form. "How far back from the village,'' he asked, "is the where Big Knife and his personal adherents stand gttard over the youni!' lady?" "About one ntlle.'' "Anythini else there besides the one tepee?" "Oh, yes, the corral where Big Knife keeps his p o nies, and a sent of lodge adjoining it where he and his friends mostly sleep. The rest of his follow ers are here i n "Two-Strike, I ask this of you: That in exac.tly one hour from this time, as near a.s y.ou cru.1 guess, you induc.e your howling d-e.rvish-or y()u r Messiah, as you call him---to lead the ghostdance o u t of the ghostring-1 well on thro1.1gh the village, past the guarded path leading down to the plain, and well on to southern po.int of the plateau. This will give ruy friends and tho ehance we require." "I know what you mean," said Two-Strike, after a pause. "Yes, I will do as you wish. But I warn you that I cannot be responsible for such o f our young men as remain behind the dancers." "I will take my chances as to that. And will you also promise to have three lighted torches tossed successively high up in the ai1 from the top of this ravine here, as a signal that the dance is being ducted as I demand." "Yes, I promise that, too." Buffalo Bill then administered the oath to him, and at its conclusion Two-Strike grasped his hand. "You will still keep my secret?" the latter in-quired, eai!'erly. "I swear to do it, Two-Strike, on the conditions I have imposed." "You will find faithful, Buffalo Bill," was the response. "Leave me now, I am no longer a young man, and must rest a little." This closed the extraordinary interview, and, with another grasp f the old chief's hand, the master scout picked up his rifle, and, fairly satisfied with the result, silently quitted the tepee. A moment later, while skirting the grim edge of the chasm, there was a h a lf-hissing, half-guttutal exclamation ih his -ear, and he wheeled to find himself sudde11ly confronted by a stalwart warrior, his uplifted tomahawk in one hand, his hunting-knife in the other. Buffalo Bill had been warned against and here was the intertneddling chief murderously him at last, cutming ahd ferocity about equally sitriving for the mastery if1 his savage face "Hallo!" said the scot1t in the most genial tone ih the world; "it's you, is it, Elk-Killer? What's the matter \vith you?" "You speak good Sioux, Buffalo B i ll," was the grim reply. "I listened closie. Two-Strike's black !lecret is now mine, no less tha11 yours." "Ah, ?'1 "Yes; and after I have killed you, he will be in my power. White Chief Bill!" with a flourish of the hatchet; "I am for you!" "Wait just a secotld, Elk-Killer. Are you such a coward that you dare not attempt my death without these chiefs to help "\i\/hat chiefs do you mean?" "Short B1.1ll and Crow-Dog, who are even now be hind you." Elk-Killer. twisted around his head, with a Sort of

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THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. 21 rprise, and at t h e same in stant Buffalo Bill sprang t his throat, like a wolf of the woods, dodged under 1e hatchet arm, and, whipping out his hunting-knife, l1ile dropping his gun, drove it, into the Iudian's heart. In le11s than a minute after Elk-Killer had an unced his murde rous int e n t ion he was tumbled, a e.ad man, in t o the ab y ss. Hastening on, Buffalo Bill wa s so fortunate as to d Buckskin Jack, Yankton Chadey and Arrow lig-ht awaiting him at the head of the ravine, acording to his appointment with the latter. "Come!" said he, "I think I have made our rear mparati vel y s ecure, but no time i s to be lost. Let follow in the foot s tep s of Louis and the little tiaw." They succeeded in pass in g back through the vilge vvith out attracting att ention, and, ten or fifteen inutes later, under Arrow-Flight's guidance came sig-ht of the lonely tepee apd its adjacent corral, the dim light of the moon through a light-falling eil of snow. No watch or c a mpfir e Jent it s c heerful light to the solate loneline s s of the scene. The village campfires were but dimly seen far bend; the curving signal fires had long since faded t from over the black face of the ill-omened iand. Still, there was a light observable in the tepee, and fainter one in the sort of shed that adjoined the rral, and in the latter the ponies could be heard amping their miserable food, or moving about un sily. They made their approaches with the utmost cau n for there was no telling how many fellow-guar ns Big Knife might h a ve with him besides his ree cousins; and it was also desirable if rtot indis nsable, that the rescue should be effected, if posle, without firing a sho t however much blood it ight be necessary to otherwise shed. At last there was a low and familiar whistle, in ion of a night hawk's call, and Louis Rameau apached them fr.om a hiding-place, almost on a line ween the tepee a11d the corral. 'Good," he whi s pered, with his habitual grunt, lad you are come, but there are many of them." "How many?" inquired Buffalo Bill. "Nine." "Well, that's better than nine hundred. Where they?" 'Three there, including Big Knife himself," point-to the tepee. "Making their rounds outside. K more in there," indicati11g the low shed, or lodge. laying cards, those. Ugh!" 'Where is Chuck-a-popee ?" ouis poinfed to the shed again. 'What is she doing there?" 'Making merry with the six chiefs w hile she doc s their rifles on the sly." "How about the other rifles at the tepee yon der?" ''I doctored them myself. They were leaned against a rock while Big Knife and his two cousins talked. Still it wasn't easy. Ugh!" As he finished speaking-, a shadowy, slight figure was seen toward them, and with a sort of halting mov e ment. "Ah, th ere is Chuck-a-popee said Buffalo Bill. But it was nothing of the s ort. They were standing in a little nook, formed by a half-circle of tall rock s A s the crouching figur e came among them into this place, and straightened up, the scouts perceived, to their no small a s tonishment, that it was a veiled young squaw whom they had seen with Big Knife before their entrance into the Bad Lands "I said that we might meet again unexpectedly, White Chief Bill s aid a low and musical voice. "See!" She snatched away her veil, revealing herself as Big Knife's sister, Malk-wah k ee, the little, lame medicine woman 0f the tribe. "What?" was all that Cody could say while shaking her hand w ith great heartiness. "Then it was you whom we s aw t he other e v ening then, and you were then fir s t making your way into this God-for saken region?" "Yes," she gravely an s wered ; "I felt it my duty to look after the welfare of the young lady who is my brother's pri s oner. I have be e n with her constantly since then. It was through me that she was enabled to send you the birch-bark mi ss i v e by means oi our good friend, A r row-Fli ght here. She is quite wel11 and impati e n t for your rescuing approach. I can help you, I think and I wis h to do s o on one condi tion. "That your brother's life s hall be spared,. if possi ble, I suppose?" "That is it. These others with h i m are criminals; their hands alr e ady deeply dyed with innocent blood in times past. Big Knife has, in his a bduction, been mainly misled by hi s vanit y ." "It is an agreement, Malk-wa h-kee said Buffalo Bill, gently for there was a suggestion of s ilent suf fering in th e young woman's voice that both puzzled and paine d him. A bloody fight i s doubtless indb pen s able but Bi g Knife s life s hall be s pared, unle s s he should throw it away by his own madness You all hear this? and he turned to his followers, who silently nodded. "Oh, thank you \ V hite Chief Bill!" exclaimed Malk-wah-kee. "I mu s t go back to my charge now." She sei z ed his hancl, and was gone through the light-falling snow "Good leelle squaw thet, chief observed Buck skin Jack, eying the master scout, with a peculiar

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22 THE BU ff ALO 'BILL STORIES. look. "Anl she's got a secret thet you orter guess, 'r else I'm a fool." "A secret!" echoed Cody, mys tified. se cret?" '.'Oh, no!thin' p,extickler, 'f yo u c .an't underst_and 'thout bei n' t old. But loo):<:! yonder comes the other leetle squaw, Chuck-a-popee, f'm ther direction o' ther corral." CHAPTER IX. TO THli: RESCUE. Chuck>a-popee put in a smiling appearance, nod oing proudly to Buffalo Bill and his scouts, while grasping her exten, ded hand. "The six warriors, they sti .11 play white man's cards in lodge," she said, simply. "But their guns wori't go off in a hurry. It is all pone." It was to a division of the attacking small as it was; for it wo .ul9. ri. e .vel do that a single guar, dian should to give war11ing at the villag-e. Loui, s Rameau, Yapk
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THE BU ff ALO BILL STORIES. 23 The latter hurled his knife, though without ef" ect, and then, with a whoop. went in on his sand and 1uscle, with uplifted tomahawk. Bill col.lntered. his rush, however, with a tremen fous jab in the side with his gun, and. as he donhled l1p and buried his hatchet in the snO\Y with a howl of p ain. let him ha Ye 'the knife in the side of the neck, 'O that he instantly toppled over, a dead man. Turning to see how his companions might be far rng, the chief scout was just in time to see the last of t he six receiving his quietus by a tomahawk stroke at b1e hands of Yankton Charley, and the victory was complete. "Any one of our side hurt?" demanded Buffalo Bill. No, not seriously. though Louis Rameau had been pretty well pounded about the head with the stock of a broker! gun before polishing off his last man, while he brave Cheyenne, Arrow-Flight, was still motioness on the ground, with Chuck-a-popee on his reast, though there was no longer a wail or sob rom her. "Poor little squaw!" exclaimed the master scout, tooping to raise the girl; "she must have fainted, nd-Good God!" he glanced but once at her side, here a great knife was sticking after having pierced er through and ihrough; "she is dead! The poor ing caught that knife which Little Thunder unched at me before I laid him out. And Arrow light, too; see?" laying down one body to turn over e other; "altogether done for, with his head comletely smashed in. Brother and sister, a l ike faith and true to us, and dead almost at the same mo:.. et. Sad, sad, sad !" It was as he said. Louis Rameau paused over .the dead body of the urdered girl, his dark face momentarily working. is Indian-like stolidity for an instant shaken by the istressing spectacle. "A gQod little girl, Chuck-a-popee !" he said. Ugh! Knew her since she was papoose. Had she ved, I would have married her. But the living are ving, and the dead are dead. Ugh!" And he rned away. Probably everybody has his individual way of 1ourning, no Jess than of love-making; this was the alf-breed Louis Rameau's way. But who shall say 1at might not have been profounder than appeared n the surface? At this juncture there was a series of screams from the tepee, and the scouts rushed in a body in that di rection. Buffalo Bill was the first to enter, though a sudden outrush of several shrieking squaws almost upset him as he did so. Then Miss exclaiming: 'Save her! save lier! Oh, for God's sake!" fell, half-fainting into his arms, and a terrible spectacle presented itself. Big Knife, ha\'ing in some way escaped serious harm in his tumble over the crag, was in the center of !he abandoned tepee, a look of revengeful furY, in his face, a bloody knife in his hand, his sister, Malk-wa,h-kee, hanging, wounded to the death, overi his left arm. "So perish all traitresses !" howled the murderer. "I may lose my white love, but not without my rl;'Yenge upon the false sister whose treachery lost hrT to me." Flinging aside the knife and dropping his piteous burden, he snapped a pistol at Cody's head, dashed through the side of the tepee, and disappeared. "Follow him-hunt him clown-shoot him dead:-> shouted Buffalo Bill, as his followers came hurrying in "Promises to the contrary are wiped out now." And, shifting h,is fainting burden to Buckskin Jack's support, he hurried to where the wounded little lame medicine woman had already struggled to her knees and was stretching out her arms toward him. "White Chief Bill!" she whispered, with a smtle as he raised her in his strong embrace; "I Gan tell you now-I am not ashamed now. "Tell me now!" he exclaimed, his stern voice trembling in spite of himself. "Do not talk thus, my poor girl! What do you mean?" "Speak low, and bend a little closer-there!" The faint whisper was growing still fainter. "White Chief Bill!" "Yes?" "You remember that there was one thing on earth I wished for, more than to be a healer among the whites, a doctor-one thing n10're than anyth&ng else?" "Yes, yes !" "You don't even now guess what it was?" "I don't know. vVell, what was it, then?" desperately. "Your love!" the last smile brightening even a s it

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24 THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. faded and flu _ttered away. "Oh, I love you so dearly, so dearly!" He cop J 9 make no answer. Ch i ef BiH !" he co uld har, dly tht whisper now. "Yes, yes!" with a sort of groan, hi s great heart wa' s so fuli of pity for her. And then, with a slight movement, she was s ud aenly limp, a lifeless and cold. Poor Malk-wah-kee But then she had her own little romance, after all, and it was not without its sympathy and tendern, ess. Laying the body gently upon a couch of skins, at sterp., self again, the man of action and resource. ."Qui .ck! to the corraJ !" rushing past ) : f, Miss who was PY d ) jS sufficiently recovered to be on he_ r f e;et,' m,os.t qf men having already rushed pursuit of Big Kn'ife. "Cour age, and on is no place for you !" he g_o1t outs i de Louis Rameau, lariat in hand, \ V as 1n the corral, selecting animals for the flight. Buckskin and Yankton, still hesitating to fire against orders, were drawing a bead on the fugitive Big Knife, who fle _eing toward the v illa g e on foot. "If we might o n ly jus t wing him!" they cried. "Othcic w i s e he'll g e t ter ther c amp before u s an' giv.c the alarm, i 'n any case." .. ,. "It mus t no_ t. be!" excl aimed Cod y. "Wait!" he snatc he d fr o m the' ground a bow and quiver, prob ably th. ere b y one of the panic-stricken squa ws. "This the trial!" "' ., \ The quiver contained a single arrow, which he prQmptly notched to the string, and, drawing it to the h ead, ,af.t,e.r th. e py t,his t,ime hal!hiddel'i by _the fa l}ing snow, h!lvinz s,atis f ac,tjop pf seein g him stagger'and stoop apparently putt.ing hi s t'o the calf of hi s leg; 0he disap p _eared. "'Ha! we shall doubtless beat him to the village, at all events. Here; yo 'u, drive back those women into the tep' ee Yankton, help in the corral. There ought to be plenty of sa4dles and in yonder corral lodge, foo. I > ;, < will look to that myself. Thes'e t h .ings were wi_th the utmost dispatch, t hougJ{ it was longer than the scout could hav e wished when the five reqms1te broncho. s were finally brought out, with such gear as the place pro yvhi_ ch wa s only better than nothjng for white t)i,ough a,n would have found little with _either o_f e q _ipments. "Young lady, qo time to be l o st, and you perceive t h e extent of our accommodations. Can you ride m a n-frl s hi o n ?" The w ords were hurriedly addressed by Buffalo Bill to Mi ss Morris, as they stood together beside the best sheepskin saddl e d pony of the appropriate d group. "I-_ I h a v e neyer don, e suc. h a thing." me, ma'am, but the beginning must be made. Your hand, if you please, and now-your foot." It was dqne i n an instant_ and the young lady had to confess to hers elf that s _he was more comfortable in the saddle seat than she could have had any idea of. Then her res_cuers swung themselves upon mounts, and all >Vere off at a gallop, leaving their dead, friend and foe alike, to the mercy of the pitiless wintry waste behind them. The di stance to the fortified village was about half ac c o mpli shed when three flaring torches were seen t o fly up in the air, one afte r the other. "The signal!" exclaime d Cody. "VI e are safe! But not wholl y s o. True, as they dashed throug h a part of the camp; in the dir ection of the pass, a few minut e s later, the gho_ st rin' g w a s wholl y d e s e rted and Boss Fakir Potter, howling and g e s ticula ting, was leading hiSi dancers and the m o b of attendant spec tators far out and beyond. i But at the same time Big Knif1e, bareback on a ppny, came' plungingin the tepees an une_xpe ctj':d dir e ction, whooping out ala .rm at th' e top of his v o ice. j I CHAPTER X. O U T A N D AWA Y, BUT AGAIN AT BAY. "Straight for the top of the descent, remember. that!" coolly commanded Buffalo Bill. "Neveri mind that calf's bawling." At the same time both he and Bui:kskin hazarded a snapshot at the unlooked-for disturber of the peace, but with no more result than to bring hi.i horse to

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THE BUFF .i\LO Bill STORIES. 26 the ground, while he still kept up the alarm, and to some purpose at that. The top of the pass was reached indeed, but not before a hundred or more infuriated young bucks, with Bull and Kicking Bear at their head, came rushing back to the tepees for their guns, whiie at least a dozen guards had remained true to their posts at diff ercnt intervals down the zigzag p-re' cipi tous descent. "Take the y'oung lady down the slope, all of you!" called out l.he scotit, in his clear, coo l voice. "I will hold the head of the pass here utJ aided until you shall have fought your way to the bottom!" Hold the head of the pass against that demon mul titude, and albne they obeyed, without a protest-Miss Morris had loohd in simple astonishment, alto g!!ther too great for utt,erance-and a moment later, w 'ithout turning his head, he heard them thunde'ring a breakneck gallop down the zigzag descent, exchanging a dozen sh0ots for one with the sentinels as they rode. Then the Indian mob came surging toward the lone def end e r of the pass in a mad wave, some with guns, others without, yelling like fiends, the glare of the campfires about the ghost ring lighting up their savage, passion-distorted features with a demoniac glow. Some shots were also discharged at him on the instant, but he seemed to bear a charmed life against them. Then, all of a sudden, he opened out upon them with his Winchester. Buffalo Bill at bay, and with his magazine gun in good working order! Could more be said with regard to the operation and result? In five minutes, or less, they ran away under the stream of balls with which he swept their ranks. He sought in vain for Big. Knife as a special target, but, after kicking up the rumpus, that villain had either taken care to keep out of sight, or was lost in the general crowd. As for the more prominent chiefs, such as Short Bull and Kicking Bear, the scout, in view of TwoStrike's importa11t promise to him, had no desire to increase the danger of the situation by bringing down one of them. Having driven back the mob of hostiles (the ghost dance, by the way, was being kept up, further on to ward the end of the plateau, in all its vigor), he turned an" d looked down the steep. "' The scouts, with the young lady in their charge, apReared to have reached the bottom and the plains, without suffering material damage, though Louis Rameau's left a'.rm seemed to be hanging at his side in an unnatural manner, as if he might have been winged; while behind them, on the various stages of the descent, were eight or ten of the guards motion less or writhing upon tlie ground, their comrades, of about the same number, about and howling for r ev'en ge. Bill paused but a moment. Then, wq.ving his hand fo his p arty on the plain, he gave rein to his pony, ci. nd dashed down the steep, loosening out a of bullets right and left from his faithful \i'/in as he :flew. It was like the of a rrreteor, or the chute, or a lava forr.ent down a volcan o'g side. He reached th e bottom unscathed, but only to have his br'oncho fall de'ad bene 'ath him, pierced qy numerous !'.l'alls. However, or six ponies, whose saddles he had emptied iii his Ho;vnward Hight, alfeady clattering after him down the steep; so that to lariat one of these and. mount it was but the work of a moment, afte r which he coolly galloped out over the plain to rejoin his friends. "Oh, sir! we feared you were lost to us!" ex claimed Miss Morris, her heart in her throat. "Ah, my dear miss!" responded the scout, gayly, "I am perhaps too big not to be found again without the public bellman's assistance." Then they all started in a hard gallop across the plain. The scouts lost no time in getting under way witn their own origina) otttfit, and, with their hci.ppy chai;:ge among them, were speedily leaving the ill omeqed secret valley far behind them and making tracks out of the Bad Lands as fast as their well-recuperated animals could carry them. Soon after, the head chiefs, with their people, came in and surrendered, and the ghost dancers' war in the Bad Lands was at an end. THE END. Next week's issue (No. 47) will contain "Buffalo Bill's Deadliest Deal; or, The Doomed Desperadoes of Satan's Mine." Satan's Mine, the worst d en of outlaws in the whole West. Read how Buffalo Bil1 cleared it out.

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FULL PARTICULARS OF THIS CONTEST ON PACE 30 .. Get in line fer another bunch of thrilling stories. this record-breaking contest. Last week has been an unusually good one even in 1 We have an immense pile of stories on hand from Buffalo Bill boys all over the l'nitd States and Canada. There isn't a state or town scarcely on the whole continent that isn't repre5ented. And the representatives, judging by the stories, are all boys to be proud' of. Are there any yet who have failed to enter the contest? j If you are one don't let this grand chance to win a splendid prize get past you. Read the directions onj page 3('), Take one look at the Hst of prizes, and then-well, I won't tell you to pitch in at once, for you'lll do that without tell.ing.1 Here are a few of th.e very best that have come in lately. Over a Cliff. (By Bert Ward, Mass.) It was the 15th of .July, 1900. The day dawned hot and su ltry, and my friends anrl I thonght that there was never a better day before it. We had been on n hunting expedition in the Whithall rnnge of mountains for small game. At eight o'clock we broke camp and moved onward .in a westerly direction. \Ve were intendin;s to stop at Saddle Creek on the following night. At noon, leaving the wagon which we had with the rest of the boys, three in number, Nick Nelson and I stat:ted out to llUnt for game. Over crags, across chasms, th rough ri verlets, up the steep sides of cliffs, we climbed, now together, n0w Rpurt, until we got tired and discouraged, hut no game crowned our efforts. At last we separated, Nick going south and I ai tned fol Bass Bridge. To get there I hud to follow a footpath aboHt three feet wide. On the left mighty walls of Htone towered above as high as the eye could reach. On the right was a sheer descent of 300 feet to the Sudberry River, far below. I had been trnmping along the path for an hour or so when I started up a flock of pa rt ridge. Bringing down a couple with my shotgun, I gathered them up and started off to follow them. The reader undoubtedly knows what an eYasive bird the partridge is. Now here, now there, now everywhere, I followed them, and succeeded in, bagging four more. As I suddenly rounded a turn of the cliff called Devil's Bend I slipped and. fell toward the edge of the precipice. I knew what a drop ltke that meant. I clutched at a sassafras vine, but imagine my horror when it gave way, and I rolled to the edge, swayed a moment or two between lifo and death and then went twisting, ttnning aud plunging down ward towa1d the river far lielow me. Every sense was on the alert, and I involuntarily murmured a prayer for deliverance. Would it come? Down, down, I went and strnck the water feet first and went under. I had barely sense enough to draw a deep breath. I then lost consciousness. When I came to I was on the sandy beach of Lake Dennison, I nnd being rolled on an old log by m1 friend Nick, who had 1 been beneath the cliff and swam out and dragged me asbote. How thankful I was to be snatched from the jaws of death 1o a new lease of life Words cannot describe my joy. 'fwo hours later we caugl1t UJJ with Dick, Frank and Bany (thel other three boys), and I was congratulated on my nanow escape. Ta ken for a Target. (By John Ream, Mich.) Three years ago, during the. beautiful month df Oct
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THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. 27 hiru, and before ::: could imag in e wlwt he wns doing be had drawn a revoh'et from :po ck e t Pointing it at me, ho yelled: "Take that. Then he fir ed. The bullet whistled close by my head. I waR p:etty well sca1ed1 bnt managed to duck tO the bottom of the boat before he. could shoot a g ain. 'l'hank God, I was a secoud too quick for him. The ball paesed o"Ter the exact spot I was lyiug and chipped a s.m:i.11 piece of wood from the top oi tbe boat. 'I lay perfectly still, uutil I could get up enough courAge to look out, and when I did so what was my joy to eee the two m e n runn.ing into a woods near by! I quickly i owed back te tl;ie can1p aud :nformecl t .he other follows of .mr adventtire. They admitted hearing shots, but d i d not belieYe my story unt. il l showed them the chip taken from the boat by the bullet. They agree d to help me find the men. We hunted the woods over bu t no trace could be found of them. 'rhey ha
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28 THE BUffALO BILL STORIES. \ crawled about ten feet and I ran and picked him up and broke his neck. I loaded my gun up and we walked about ten yards and came to a fence and started to climb over when my gun went off, tearing a hole in the ground right under my friend's shoe. I could not tell to this day how the gun happened to go off. We were almost scared to death and more than that we never told the story till about one month afterward, but we still go hunting together. Do you not think thatwns a narrow escape from being shot? My Experience with Ghosts and Water. Fred Bybee, Irtd.) One night my ohum (Earl Mills) and I took our skates and lantems and went to Wilson's pond. One side of the pond is unsafe and the other side is all right. We hung up our lanterns and were skating when our lanterns went out, and two white figures came from the graveyard toward us. We were too scared to rnn, and waited till they got within about two rods of us and then we skated as fast as we could skate over to the unsafe side. We both went under. Whei1 we came to four boys we!'e stauding by ue. 1'hey said they went to the graveyard and dressed two of them in white sheets and the ot!:iers came and blew our ianterns out. They said that it was all they could clo to get us back to life. A Texan iale. (By Mose Elder, Texlls.) When I was about twelve years old my father moved to West Texas, whe-re he started to raising cattle. When we had been there for about two years I began to think I waa forge enough to be a cowboy, and this is the way it ended. My father wanted to ship some cattle and had to drive another bunch of about a hundred thoroughbreds to a ranch. When we started with the cattle e were going to ship, the hired men told me that if we had a stampede among the cattle my father would lose about one-thfrd of his cattle. When we had traveled about twenty miles the sun was nearly down, and we thought it best to camp where we were. The first thing we did was to get the cattle in a bunch, and then we cooked and ate supper. After supper we wei:e sitting around the fire talking when the cattle suddenly got scared at 80:rtlething. AlJ of them sta1ted toward home at once, with the cowboys after them. As soon as I could get my horse saddled and brid1ed, I started on the tiail. 'I'he fit "st thing I knew I tras flying over the hbrse's head. When I came t o I was at home in my bed. 'l'hey told me that I had been sE!nseless for about three days. by a Ca:inott. (By Tom Coder, Mo.) !t was one about three years ago that I and my chtl111, Sam lifttght, wanted to go to the store, and my mother said I could go, but not to go Rny place else. went over tb ll. candy store and bought some candy and things and then went home. It wits the Suncfaj' before the Fourth of July, and Sll.m said he had a cannon made for the Fourth, and he had some pow dlit, so \Ve went up to his to try it. .We shot it off two or three times when dur fuse ran out, so 'Iii'@ to woiik ilnd r6lled sti'ings iii powdet', and then loaded it with pO{vder and paper wildg, 8.nd 111st pttt in a stick fottt br five inches 1ong and then Ht the fuse. I was gtanding at the left sirle when it went off, but it wertt off with such force that it wl .1i1'lE!d pa1 'tly rot1nd, and it struck me. I was barefMted ahd when it went Off the Stick bt'oke. One part hit me just above the, ankle on the right foot, and the other part on the left. It hit me in the instep. My foot was badly burned, and my whole left leg from my; kne e down 1-ras foll of powdet'. My brother carticd me home and it was so hot that the doctor was afraid it wottld turn to blood poison, but I was kept in a cool room till I got so I could walk around the house on crntches. I am well now, but my left leg has a small hole in it yet, where the stick hit me. I haven't waded to experiment witli any more c11nnons since then. Nearly Lynched. (By Walter Davis, Iowa.) I wM staying at my sister's out in the country. We had just! got through our dinner when tny l 1rother-in-law picked up a rope and tied a hangmnn's knot in lt and told me to put the noose over my head. I pttt it oYer my head and then he threw the other end over a rafter, for there was no ceiling in the 1 Then he told me to get up and stand on the edge of the bed ii. then he told me to jump off. He was the othet' end in lli.e hatld. He didn't think' I would jump. .tie didn't have time to toll me not to jump be fore I leaped through the air, when he saw me jump he let gol of the rope, and I lit on the floor, bttt did nothurt myeeU. l\iy neck was all scratched, but that w11a all. I was just five years old then. Wni;tl't I near den'ch? You bet you were, Wlllt A Ferryboat Accident. (By M. Gilmot11, Onb. ) Red River is very wide and swift where it forms the State line between Pemhitin, N. D., aud St. Vincent, Minn. A large fetryboat, operatecl by means of a wire cable, hafldles freight and passengers between the 1'\'o towns. j .Joe Mahoney, Tom O'Brien, Pat MahoneJ George Garland! and I were crossing over to the Mlnneiota shore one September night, and as we stepped aboard the ferry ll bulgy con t11ining a man, woman and two chilch'en drove onto the boat. I 1'he horse was very wild, and the driver was unable to tnan-' age it. We had reached the middle of the river when the horse1 became very much friihtencd and wit1}out warning backed the buggy over the enct of the boat into the wnter. '11he woman began to scream but two of my chums seized the horse by the head while i assieted my othEli" h/o com-I p11nions in pulling the woman and childrep out of the floating buggy. '.rhe !10rl!le was unhitched and the buggy towed behind till the shore was reached, where we assiste-d the man i n ha1nessing hp. He was profuse in his thanks and said he was lucky to get oft us well ns he did. Heroes in Buckskih. (By Frank A. Booth.) E!ltly in the Wild West day!!, When men in buckskin were making fame, Two bf these men in pa1ticula1I will gladly mentiot.i th6fr i1ames: Buffaltl Bill find .1!tck-What remembrance those names bring backDid the work that did rt6t To drive luiun ap6, ofl; the trail. Now those men ate from tabors, And enjoy g1orles tbesr have gained forthwith; While their deeds are being By the excellent firm of Street & Smith. Yotfr venses :He first-rate, Fu.nk.

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.., BOYHOODS OF FAMOUS MEN. Thls department contains each week the story of the: early catetr of some celebrated American. Watch for these stories and read them, boys. They are of the most fascinating interest. Those already publishec1 are : No. J-Buffalo Bfll; No. 2-Kit Catson ; No. 3-Texas J aek; No. 4-Col. Daniel Boone; Nos. 5 and Crockett; No. 7-Genera1 Sam Houston; Nos. 8 and 9-Lewis Wetzel; Nos. rn and H-Capt. John Smith; No. 12-Wilcl Bill; No. F1ank Powell, the Surgton Scout; No. l4-Buckskin Sam; No. 15-Seneca Adams ("Old Grizzly" Adams); No. 16-Pony Bob (Bob Haslam); No. l7-Major John M. Burke (Arizona Jack); No. la-Kit Carson, Jr.; No. J9-Charles Emmett (Dashing Charlie); No. 20-AH Slade; No. 2t-Aritona Charlie (Charlie Meadows); No. 22-Yellow Hair, the White Boy Chief (William Burgess); No. 23-Broncho Billy (William Powell ) (J'OI-:IN NELSON.) It :i11\y be "l'lell lo explain. the of the word "sqttn1v-ruan," a name odginating in the fettltc b1ain of some expert i n 11otttenclatt1re1 l:l!! most n1en of the frontier ate, for it a habit on the plains to atonce nickn11.me nil-intlivlcfoal who a:Ppitrs there. Wliether the custom origlnntec1 in the fact that some mon who went West for their countty's good, !\s \\fell as thefr own, wei'E! anxlot1s not to be known by their own name, for reasons, wn!; the 't'Ml ed to retain the names of their boyhood. 'fhe Indians named a child or a paleface stranger in their midst from some peculiar happening at the time of its birth or abou-t it, as, for instance, Chief Crazy Horse was wont to ride a mad mttstang and was so named. The term squaw-man was given by the Indians, not as a reproach, but to all those white men, honest or otherwise, who married a 8'1'.ttaw of their tribe, and thus identlfiec1 themselves wit h their people. lb w111 that John Nelson got the name of ''Squaw-man Jack,'1 apd bee.Me a white chief among the Sioux. Joh Nel110n wu a Vi1inilln by birth, and c1l1!le of a good family iu tiutt 8iaie. lie receiYed a pod edttcation a sllal!-0 held up by t11 0 rolld-agentll and thi! past1en2'ers beti'lg '1h11 nsed t figbtini, be elr l!!Rw th11t. the dri>'er of tke eeaeh was wetmded nnd luld under tlie revolver of one of the men1 while the other was doing tbe robbing. InskanMy h! forward, shot the i:nan at the head of the teatQ and a hot clttel was fotl&rl:rt between the othet one and hitnl?eH. Th<>1,1gh his horse was ld!led, John Nelson's aifu bl'ottght down the second road-Agent, and thus won t.he fight. "Pard, are yot1 much hurt?" he asked the driver. "Bu11et broke my atm, that"'s all; but yott saved us. 1They also kilt oi:rn of my "All right, I111 drive you inJ and as tbe-y were mounted I'l, 1 look ttp tbeir horses and hitcll 'em u-p in place of yout dead ani1>1al." "You is a tntrop, p11rcl, 11.11d I th11:nk yoo.,, "As I&> also, for y<>tt save( us-I am in.epectc!ll' of the stage line on this run, and if you thin;!" yon candriv.e si:it horses_over this rough trail I will be glad if you will, for I have a bone felon 011 my iinger," 1rnd the spe11ker, a man sell.tect beside the drivel', showed that hls right hand was in a sling. 110h, I can drive easy enough, M; t had often pitt four-inhands i1mn,:h ns bad in the Virgini11 mottntaitis.,, '"'let& shall be 'f.7el1 rewarded, rit', atili if you nt!ed a job1 we w11nt a good dt'iver over our line, and yott can get H. 1 "lt-'1 what I clo want, for 11 if! n good thlflg. But our dfrver, pnrd, nMde looking aftl'lr, 1111 lose no timI.'' He 11oon found the hor11es of the road-agents. One was hitcJ1ed in the place of the de .Ad the half dq!ten PG!!Benhs.d ptit the dM.!'.l bodies in the stage coach, ana John Nelson sA.ld: "How fur c1o we have to "O?" "F'Hteeu miles to the nei't rell\y station, and twenty further to t .be fort." "And thati!I the ne11reet place 't'ihere you can get help, so I will look t\ll you1 wouny his comrades "Sure Death" to to'adgents.
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30 1'HE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. two of the Indians were captives, a woman and a man, that the other four were a Cheyenne chief and three braves. Quickly he unhitched one of his leaders, sprang upon him barebacked, and waited in ambush, his stage rifle, a repeater, ready for work. The.Indians came dashing right up the trail, and aiming at the chief, he :6.red, dropping him from his saddle. But a:11.other, wbetli.er by accident or design, shot the captive brave, p.nd feat'inr that he might kill the girl also, John Nelson fired upon him. Then he charged ou:t upon the other two Cheyennes, killing one and the horse of the other, who, on foot darted to cover and escaped. To the surprise of John Nelson, the Indian girl was the same one who had warned him of the road-agents some before. She was good-looking, well dressed in Indian costume, and the daughter of the p-eat Sioux ehief, Red Cloud. She was overjoyed at his rescue, sajd that i5he and her brother bad been hunting nea1: their village, when Fighting Elk, the Cheyenne chief1 had surprised them with his five braves and made them prisoners. Her brother had killei one Cheyenne brave, but then they had, been taken. was most thankful to John Nelson, and 11aid, ep.i:nestly: "Lul.ut.ali not forget great white driver of wheel tepee," meaning the coach. John Nelson tied the body of her brother upon his horse, gave her th.(I pollies of the slain Cheyennes and the war bonnet o.f FiJ.Iht4nr aad t.akiug the sca1p1 of t.]ie he had killed, she mbuntell her horse and rode hack toward her Vill{lg"e. ThE: coach h!l4 no passeneers, and Nelson 11ent the horses rapidly a:loq alter h1s adventure on the ridge, pondering over the etrange life he was leading. Months after he bad a race for life in his coach down a mountain and over a plain, pursued by half a hundred Sioux "lfa'rriors. He had five minere as passengers, and with them he kept up a running fight, empt_ying a number of saiiiles. But he saw that they would be taken, and as three of the miners had been killed he called to t.Be others to be ready to jump out when he halted, cut loose the hgrses and thus escape. '!'hey did their best, but only John Nelson and one miner got away-the other being killed. Nelsen's horse was wounded, and soon after the miner was shot from his saddle. Then Nelson was wouaded and :h.is horse fell. He stiU matte.a plucky fight, until n brave called out to the others not to ldl1 him, ad he was spared. :ae saw his coach set on fire, the n1iners scalped, and twice badly wounded, he was carried a prisoner, suffering terribly, to the Sioux village. There he was at once recognized by Lultttah, the head chief's daughter, and his life was sparei. : For months he lay between life and death, and then got well, whe:11. he was clauned by IJulutah to be her hus band, aud being most grateful to the Indian girl be was married to her by the full Sioux rites. It wai tbrough hi11 iduence later that peace was made between the whites and hi& adopted tribeJ and ll\ttcJ1 attached to his Sioux wife and their little boy, he aid all in his power for the befterment of the tribe. and to keep peace with the whites. met fhe man, and knowing bis remarkab1e career, Buffalo .J:SID sought him out and iu.Huenced him., with In dian wife and two children, te become members of the Wild West Show, llnd for yhrs they traveled with him as a "star nttraction," goini all over the United SfJJ,tee and Europe, while to-day, in his pleasant cabin home in the Sioux ce>untry, an old ma'IJ, Joltn Nelrien "lives with his 11quaw wife and t.lteir children, a contentt!d and loving family. ANOTHER PRIZE CONTEST! 0 E THRILLING ADVENTURES SPALDINC. CATCHERS' MITTI, iNFIELDEftS' CLOVES, BASEBALL BATS AND LONC DISTANCE MECAPHONES ARli THE PRl%&:6 THIS TIME. HERE IS THE PLAM You know w.hat excitiag. stor_i.ee of luurbTeath and thrilling experi ences you have readmg ui lnJPPA.LO BILL WBBKLY 1ately. You want to read more like th.em, ion't yot:i? Wett, eead them in. You have a splendid ohance for the ilplendid pdzes we offer in this conkst. You have all llad eome aafrow escape. Some tiangerous adventure in your lives. Write it up just as it h:.i.ppened. . We oiler a :b.a11dsonte prize for the inost exciting and best written a11ecdote sent us by any reader of BUfFALO BILL WBBKL Y. Inciden_t, of course, must relate to something that laappe.necl t o the writer hitHelf, and it :must also be sn(!t1y true. It ma,kes no difference how short' the articles are, uut no mu11t be longer titan 500 words. THIS coNTEST WILL CLOSE MAY I Send in your anecdotes, boys. We are going te publish all of the lteat onee duriac tlae progress of the contest. =====HERE ARE THE PRIZES:=:::::::1mm THE aOYS WHO SEND US TIU! DEST ANBC"8Tl!S will each receive a first.class Spaldii:ig C,.!.cbqr' s Mi'tt. Maae throtJl:hut of a an& selected buckskin, strong and durable, soft anti puame and extrn well padded. Has patent lat!! b.ck. THll 'fmtall BOYS WHO SBND THB NEXT BEST ANBCDOTE.S will each receive a Spa1din i s Glove. Made Jllreughout of vel v et tanned buckskin, lined and correctly padded with fineot felt. ffiches\ of workrmrnshlp throug'hout. THI'! l!!N BOYS WHO SEND THE NEXT BEST ANECDOTES will .ach receiye P.n Al Spalding Luiue lbseball Bat. Made of the ver y b est selecfed set:ond g r owth white ash crown on hrgh land. No wamp ash is u;cd in makin( the s e bats. Absolutt rrtde. TH!! TEN BOYS WHQI SEND US THE NEXT IU'!.ST ANECDOTl!S will eac h re c e ive a Spalding "Loni Dist4tnce"" Meraphone. Made of f\.rt9,ard, '-pablc of carrying the sound of a human voice one mile, and in some instlnccs, two :n\1,es. (dorc furl than a ba,rrel of monkeys. TO !< CONTE5TANT r'O,R THESE Pltl,ZJ;S cut oijt the Anecdo\e Contest C o upon. printed herewith, fill it out pr.ope rly and send It to BUFFA'LO BILL WEEKLY, c;are of Street & Smith, William St., New YorJ!: Cit,Y1 tOl)ether y
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I -----BlJfFl\LO BILL B (LARGE SIZE.) Containing the Only Stories Authorized by Hon. WILLIAM F. CODY ("Buffalo Bill''). 16-Buffalo Bill"s Pards in Gray; or, On the Death Trails of the Wild West. 17-Buffalo Bill's Death Deal; or, The Queen of Cold Canyon. 18-Buffalo Bill at Graveyard Gap; or, The Doomed Driver of the Overland. 19-Buffalo Bill's Death Crappie; or, Shadowed by Sure Shots. 20-Buffalo Bill in the Nick of Time; or, The Troopers. 21-Buffalo Sill in the Valley of Ooom; or, Cro(lllsing the Dead line. 22-Buffalo Bill's Race for Life; or, The Attack on the Wagon Train. 23-Buffalo Bill on the Trai! of the Rene2ades; or, The Masked Marauders. 24-Buffalo Bill's Lone Hand; or, fighting Bandits and Redskins. 25-Buffalo Bill's Warning;; or, Malo, the Mexieatfs Death Deal. 26-Buffalo ill and the Prairie Whirlwind; or, The Three Avengers. 27-Buffalo ill Entraf!ped; ot, The Pharttom of the Storm. 28-Buffalo Bill in the Den of the Rang.r Chief; or. One Chance in a Thousand. 29-Buffalo Bill's l'u5sle with lrort Arm, the Renegade; or, Red Snake, the Pawnee Pard. 30-Buffalo Siii on the Roost Trail; or, The Heire5s. 31-Buffalo Peril; or, Going It Alone ii1 Dead Matt'5 Gtikh. 32-Buffsle,, Bill in Vallev; or, The 3earch for the Ranger. 33-Baffalo Sm irt the Hidden or, The Captives of Old Bear 34-Buffato Dhiappearance; or, The Strantcer Guide of the Orande. 35-Buffafo BiWs or, The Haunt of the Lone M edlcirte Man. 36-Buffato Bm and the Woman in lack; er, In Leagu4' w1th the Te11-37-Bufialo Bill and the Haunted Ranch; or, fhe D'isappearan'ce of the Ranchman's Daughter. 38-Buffalo Bill and the Danite or, The Green River M !Rssacte 39-Buffalo BHl's Duel; or, f\.mong the Mexican Miners. 40-Buffa19 Bill and the Prairie Wolves; or, Hunting the Bandits of Boneyard Gulch. 41-Buffalo Bill at Painted Rock; or, After the Human Buzzards. 42-Buffalo Bill and the Boy Trailer; or, After f{idnappers in Kansas. 43-Buffalo Bm in Zigzag Can'yon; or, Fighting Red Hugh's Band. Back numbers always on hand. If you cannot 2'et them from your newsdealer, five c:Gnts a copy will bring them to you, by mail, postpaid. STR BET & SMIT fl, Publishers, \ ,.[

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