Buffalo Bill and the outcasts of Yellow Dust City, or, Fighting for life in the blizzard

Buffalo Bill and the outcasts of Yellow Dust City, or, Fighting for life in the blizzard

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Buffalo Bill and the outcasts of Yellow Dust City, or, Fighting for life in the blizzard
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A WEEKLY PUBLICATION DEVOTED TO BORDER Issued Weekly. B y Suhscrij>titJn $2.50 per year. Entered a s S e co!ld Clas 11-fa'ter a t the N. Y Pos t Office, hy STREET & SMITH, 238 William St. N. Y. Ell tered accordi"K to Act of Collgress in tlu y etlr IQOJ, in tit<-Office of the Libran"an of Congre ss Washi1gton, D. C. No. 89. NEW YORK, January 24, 1 903. P rice F i ve Onts. Buffalo Bill and the OutCasts of Yellow Dust City; . ,{1 . / O R ;J FIGHTING FOR L.IF IN TH BLIZZARD.; '. By the,au t h o r of "BUFF ALO BILL. 0 .. CHAPTERI. THE STARS OF YELLOW DUST CITY. Yellow Dust City was a booming mining camp of the Kind that congregated within its environs every sort of hunian kind to be found upon the far frontier. There were honest men and thieves, g!mblers, idlers, : road agents under cover, hard-working men, and men who scorned to work, preferring to live by their wits and upon o thers. The mines panned out well, coaches connected the place with other eastward, but it ::vas the end of the Pioneer Trail thus far . Beyond was an unknown country save to the red man and a few daring sco uts. The dwellers in Yell ow Dust were comfortably housed, and miners' cabins were to be found for miles around the center of population, which fifteen hundred souls, and some, I might justly say were with out souls. _Of course g-ambling and fighting were the principal \ amusements, and law and order were at a discount, save the law of might. There were saloons galore, and each one had its gambling annex Several stores, a blacksmith, gunsmith, and a couple of taverns were the centers of attraction. The principal store of the place was owned b y the ex-soldier, Sule Ross and the tavern was khown as the Golden Arms, a pair of small revolvers of gold being the sign over the door, while beneath were the words: if you dare!" It was said that a number had gone mining for those little gold revolvers, with a result that they had proven most deadly, though but toys, for "Colonel" Camp, the landlor ,d, knew how to protect his own Next to the Golden Arms was a saloon and gambling den combined, and Colonel Camp was the proprietor also. It was known as "The Colonel's Game." Though the tavern and the saloon were the best in Yellow Dust City, they could not have been mnc h


2 THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. w o r se, though i t was said that the colonel and a few "special guests" lived well and had the best, W here Cass Camp had secured his title of col o nel no o ne knew He dressed in a blue army suit, with brass buttons ; wore a black slouch hat and gold cord, and the unfortunate man who failed to call him colonel never found favor in his eyes. If a man beha v ed badly in the tavern or sal o on, the colonel never himself played "bouncer," but called upon some well-known tough to do it, and that meant drinks free for cine week at the bar. 11 was also said that the colonel paid a man to "lie low and kill the one who shotild attempt to steal the gold revolvers. The man most respected in Yellow Dust City wa s "St,ile Ross, the Store Boss," and "Boss Ro s s," as he 1 was called \ That the w ord o f Sule Ros s w ent a s pure-g old all knew, and his undaunted courage kindlines s to thos e who needed aid, the firm hand with the rough one s were known and acknowledged. There were other good men and true in Yellow Dus t City, and there was a far larger element of an utterly reckless kind that were J very dangerous. What Sule Ross' was in one way; Colonel C a mp's was in an other, and each held grea t influence. But th.ere were others who also held sway, a particularly successful miner for in s tance and more than ::i.11 the man who stood at head of the gambling fraternity. The latter was a card sharp known a s the "Shasta Sport," a s well a s the Silver Sport," for he had the peculiarity of wearing a silver cord around his slouch hat, silver buttons upon his jaunty costume, carrying a handsome watch and chain of _the same metal, wearing a silver ring representing a coiled snake with diamond head and ey es, and having hfu belt buckle s olid mass ive and beautifull y m o lde(f in fhe aine white metal. His revolver s and bowie were also of s ilver mminting,' artda s carfpin and star of diamonds set in sii v e r : when in full cos"tum e thi s denizen from Shasta sp o rted full o n h is shirt fro .nt thre e sunflowers beauti f ull y

/ fHE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. 3 vVhen all were assembled Colonel Camp knocked loudly on the bar for order. Silence at once folluwed, and the colo11el sai

4 THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. peared to think to the contrary, and to find at le;ist some gold there. They were a reckless lot of fellows, bold in their ways, fearless of consequences, could take their own part, and kept always in company, for seldom was it that less than four men were together. \Vhat they g o t at the bar of the colonel's saloon they paid for, and when they took a meal at the Golden Arms clown went their money. They had come in a party into Yellow Dust and had the best of horses; they lived well, for their bills at the s tore of Sule Ross were large, yet always promptly p aid. They were all card players, and were often called "tile men of luck," for they seldom lost a game. \Vhen tliey did lose, they never flinched, and their m nil(:y was ready to pay losses. \:ow and then they had been drawn into serious c1uarrcls, but their backing was at hand promptly, and too good tel allow them to be dovvned. On Sund ay they never worked, nor entered a saloon, nor touched a card Th. ey would the day in rest ing, fishing or hunting. with all this, they were looked upon with suspicion by many. They had too much money to be honest, it was whispered. As a band, the Blue Belts had too much power, so something was wrong about them, beyond a doubt con1 eluded many of the denizens of the cam ). N o thing was known of their antecedents and they never talked of themselves or their past. They were dangerou s men, certainly as a band of fifteen, and it was remarked that not one of them had ever been killed, when other men had fallen under their deadly aim. S o me other whispers went about that several of them had been recognized by miners as having been road agent s on other vVestern trails. Hence stories about them had gone the rounds un til it at last was said that they were nothing more than a band of outla\V s s ecretly in Yellow Dust City to get what they could. lt was rum o red that they played with marked card s cheated at ever y thing and of late had been the ones \Vho had so my s teri o usly robbed the cabins of the miners of hard-earned gold hidden away. \\'he n ther e fore, the Shasta Sp ort said what he did t e lling Burt B oy d that he and his Blue Belts were the accu sed m en, th ose who had heard these, ugly rum o rs,. against them had uttered a threatening exclamation that boded no good to them. Instantly Burt Boyd flashed around upon the Sun Sport. His face was white, his eyes and his right hand rested upon a revolver in his blue belt. A.bout him were his comrades, a dozen in number, for the camp of the Blue Belts was never left without some protection, and two were there. Each one of the Blue Belts gazed upon their leader, and their demeanor showed that they were there to stand by him. "Srmflower Sam, who is it that makes this charge against the Blue Belts?" demanded Burt Boyd sav agely All awaited the answer in deathlike silence. It came cool and sharp. "I regret to say that I make it, Burt Boyd, for I will 1'lot sail under false colors. I a,m your accuser." "You! A man I deemed my friend?" -"! am not one to shrink from duty, Boyd, strike whom my act may. At the meeting of the ecret Vigi lantes I was chosen to send men out to spot or hunt down the worst 1aw breakers in Yellow Dust City. Their repo1ts were the same as my own decision, and I made my report in accordante with the facts. ;'The Vigilantes act e d upon it, and your doom was I pronounced. You and your Blue Belt Bngade, as you name the band at your beck and call, are to get out of Yellow Dust by noon to-morrow." "Suppose we refuse to go?" "Then another doom than exile will De visited upon was the incisive answer. "What is that?" "You and each one of your band will be hanged," said the colonel, to whom the Shasta Sport turned for answer .to Burt Boyd's question. CHAPTER IV. THE WARNING. The wild yell that followed this announcement "of Colonel Camp as to what be the fate of the Blue Belts if they refused to leave the camps, checked Burt Boyd in what he seemed aboi1t to say. His face was deadly pale and in glancing at his com rades he saw that they felt their utter powerlessness to stem the tide setting against them. The wh ole community seemed to be determined to


., THE BUFFALO BlLL STORIES. 5 carry out the work of the Secret Vigilarites, when such men as Colonel Cass Camp, Sule Ross, the man from Shasta, and Miner \i\Taring were the ones who had made the move. The Blue Belts had been denounced. They were the strongest of the bands in Yellow Dust City. They would be the ones to suffer for the many, the scape goats for ali the hard characters in the mines. Just what they had been guilty of no one 1 particU Jar1y cared, s.c that some one as to be punished to clear ath1osphere. The better element present t oo k this view of it, wl. 1ilc the 'toughs t oo k the idea that they must demand the doom of the Blue Belts to cover np their own deeds Many desperadoes then and there vowed to lead bet rnr lives. \Vhe1i. Boyd and h,is men heard the fate that was to be theirs if they refused to go, they knew how hope less they were in that mad crowd to resist. \Visel y they did not atten'ipt tQ do so, and Burt Boyd said: "VV c can submit; but, in driving us out of thes e camp you, the self-constituted vigilantes, who accuse us of crimes, yourself commit a srime in robbing us of our claim. These were bold words, and instantly they were an swered by the Shasta Sport, who retorted : 'You shall not say that, Burt Boyd, for l will pay -you your price for your mine." Another yell greeted this. The Sport was always the man to chip in at the right time. "Their gold claim is said to be worthless." called out the colonel "and yet you offer to pay their price for 1t !" "I mean within reason what three competent judges s hall say it is worth." 'iHow qi.1ickly you eat your words, Sunflower Sam," Burt Boyd. "No, sir, no one shall say that!" came the answer. ,;I will pay you your price I" Again the Shasta Sport was cheered. "If you are good for the sum?" 'Name it n !'There are men here who claim that it is bM it is not. "Name your price!" ''If I named its valve in reality yo u could not buy, nor could any other man in Yellow Dust City." "I a k you to name yo{1r price!'' 'One hundred thousand dollars." "That 0-ives me foll claim t 6 it? : "Yes." .. "With the signature of each one of you outlayved ?" "Certainly." '.'I will pay you." "Wl'len and how?" "Right here, sir, in United States greenb(!.cks, for you can carry bills for that big amount more readily thau yotf can such a quantity of gold." "All rig-ht; we accept." "Then I'll draw up the papers. Pen, .lnk and paper were forthcon1ing. and, l ,eaning' upon the bar, the man from Shasta wrote the tran,sfer. "Here it is; now sign it!" Burt Boyd and bis men, pale, yet calm, took. their position in line while Sunflower Sam called out: Colonel, bl'ing me my satchel from your strong box." The colonel disappeared through ci. door back of f:hc bar that led into the Golden Arms, and soon returned bearing, a s1rkll satchel c1everly wir'ecl over and,doubly locked by padlocks and chains. Opening it with a couple of keys he took from his pocket, the Shasta Sport drew out half a dozen rolls o i crisp bill s secured by rnbber bands. From onatafter the other of these he counted out the money until be stopped1in the middle of the fourth roll. is the amount, Boyd; count 'the bills foi 'yourself, and you see I still have something left.". And the Shasta Sport smiled grimly, "vhile the cro\\ d stared. "Do you want a partner, Sam?"' called out Miner Waring. ''No, I always play a lone hand, \\iaring," ,was the smiling response. The bills were carefoily by Burt Boyd and one of his men, and, being mostly i11 large sums; it did not take long. 'Are you satisfied ?'' "I arr<." "Then, R bss, you had best state the sentence again t o the Blue Belt for if thev make a mistake it will he fatal to them." -Sule Ross at once advanced, aud) said: I am sorry, Boyd, that this blo w fal l s upon you and your comrades a lone in this instance, as ,\,e know there are many moi;e who should be punished also. "But you are an organized band. the strongest in the camps, and we sentence you first, and hope that it will be a warning. 'vv;e give you your live s Stmflm, yer Sam has


0 6 THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. generously paid you for your claim ; but to the other lawbreakers yourselves, I wish to say that the Se cret Vigilantes are still at work and the doom that falls upon the next will be death, for to-night they have their warning to break off from their crimes." Here a r9ar of approval broke in upon th e speaker, but he continued: 1 "You are sentenced to leave this camp to ;e;eek refuge in no other camp or settlement, and to leave this part of the country never to return under penalty of death. "To-morrow at noon with your horses and belong ing6 and what supplies you care to take along y o u are to leave. "Such ls your doom, and I trust it will be a warning to you for the future." Another cheer from the qowd, and then a voice shouted : "No, they are outlaws and must meet just pun i shment. "Hang them Hang them all f ,, I CHAPTER V. SCALPLOCK SAM. The eyes of every man in the sal oo n turned upon the one wh o had suddenly demanded m o re dire pu n ishment for the Blue Belts than driving them out of the mining camps He had risen in the center of the crowd and all k n ew him at a glance. T)ie thought of many was a t o nce th a t he wa s eJ:Iu a lly a disturbing element in the c o mmunit y with the B lue Belts The demand to hang them had falle n w i th startli n g surprise upon Burt Boyd and his men They had at. once huddled ; fo gether like sheep toward on e c o rner of the bar. No one knew b etter than they the of a 4=rowcl in a mining camp. The;r could b e rea d ily s wayed to rever s e t h eir cle ::ision and d e c id e that death alone should be their pun ishment. They drew together for self-pre s ervation, to defend th e ir lives as best they could The man who d emariclecl their liv es as by far the most deserving of the name of desperado of any one in the mines. H e was born bad and grew w o rse incre a si n g y ear s '-Ie had boas t ed of his bad rec o rd where he had come fr o m had openly when drinking, said th a t there was a price on his head and dared men to try and win it. Bold fearless desperate a card sharp of the worst kind strong as an o x quick as a cat and a deadly hand with rev o lver and knife he had run amuck at times and found no o ne to attempt to check his career. To at tert1pt and fail was sure death . He had been wounded badly by two m en, both of wh o m he h a d killed, then treated the crowd, and fin i shed his game of cards1 winning it, before he sought the aid of "Old Rhubarb, the one doctor in Yell o w Dust Cit y and wh o was making more money than any one miner it was said by keeping the pe o ple from any dis eases sa v e the "bullet fever, an extremely commo\l illness iri the camps throughout N evacla, and frequently proving to be an epidemic. Scalplock Sam" was the name that this daring des perado was kn o wn by, he ha ving honestly won the un enviable name from the fact that though he did not actually take the scalp of an enemy ; he always did cut off a lock o f his victim s hair. "Jist t o kee1) him in remembrance, he was won to say Li k e an Indian he was proud to show these locks of hair havi n g carefully plaited e a ch o n e tied them all t o g e th e r w ith a reel rib b on, and w o re them as an orna ment swinging to his belt. F o ur-fifth s of the pe o p l e in Yell ow Dust wanted Scalpl o c k Sam dead b ut no one cared to undertake to kill him. H e h a d a follow ing too. They were few in num ber bu t the y al so wer e b o ld, b a d men o f the sa me stripe as th eir l ea d e r an d the qu intette mad e a full hand t!1a t no on e care d t o play agai n s t. \ V hen sea t ed icily in the s a l o on, at time s Scalplock S a m's a m u s emen t s e e med to be in counting lock s of hai r sw in gin g to his belt, and in this way he h ad bee n ca reful t o allo w l o o k er s -on to c ount them In th i s way i t wa s r e p orted that Scalplock Sam ha d kill e d fift e en men or, a t l eas t w o re th a t m an y lo ck s of hair. Whe1i there fo re, this bad man aro s e in the crowd and shouted for the death of the band o f Blue Belt5 men drew their breath with excitement for they knew tha t the trouble was not over, but just ab o ut to begin. 'The Blue Belts knew their man and hope of escape fad e d fro m their hearts for well they realized hi11 des pe ra te character and that he had equaJJy as de sperate a following.


THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. 7 Many the moti,:e. Scalplock was playing a bold game. His purpose \Yas to stand \Yell in the community. \ If 11e could Jeacl a deadly crusade against the Blue Uelis, he would use it as a cloak to hide his own crimes. \Voulcl he carry the crowd with him? was the question in many minds. Certainly he had malle a bold play for popularity and fay.or, and \\ as going to allJ'. himself upon the side of bw and order. He was going to chip in \Yith the Secret Vigilantes, a1id thus be on the same side himself. So it was he had risen and shouted : ''Hang them all .!" His followers, the four known to be his in?me

s .THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES Matters were drawing to a climax ; as all saw, so a lane was slowly opening between the de spe rado and the &lnflower Sport. Those wh9 had intended to back up Scalplock now frll aside, for they did not like the Shasta Sport's 1 reference to the soldiers coming their midst. M : my there wished to keep well out of sight of the officers of the law and of the army. The four comrades of Scalplock still stood near him, though they had wisely stepped two on each side, n o t to be in the way to stop bullets should revolver s b e suddenly drawn. Scalplock, accordingly, stood alone in the center of a lane eight feeta wide rough-clad men being the barrier upon either side. -The Blue Belts had gathered close to the Sport from Shasta. There was no backdown in them. for their lives were at stake. The c o lonel, Sule Ross Carl \iVaring and others 1 were close at hand, and watched. In answer t o the last words of Scalplock, the Shas ta Sport .;1niled, and replied: "You will be the fool, Scalplock, if you raise a haniJ to hang men for I'll you dead in your tracks the first move yo u make against them. "Now, g o ahead!" CHAPTER VII. THE CLIMAX. "Do you meai1 that as

\ THE BUFFALO BILL STORlES ter pen will s i d e with yqu Sc a l p lock and I am willin g if it 1 mist be. for the tes t to com e b e tween th e l a w a nd ord er m e n and t he ltlt :weare 11ot renegades." -"A.nd it also leads up into the Death Valley Moun: tains." "Pards, _that is our t ail, then announced Burt B o yd "To the Death Valley, sir?" repeated several voices m umsoo. Yes, we will g o there for no one dare foJlow us th e re and we cad ha v e time to think and to act." But it i s death they s ay for any human being to g o there C apt a in B o yd! : urged one.


I IO THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. 'It is sure death for any 0 thi s ban ( l t o : remain where we are. "True," and all seemed to asse11t. "It is s ure death for u s t o go t o an y o ther mining camp. 1 Very true,'' th. ey had to admit. " \ V e dare n o t s eek a s et.tkment anywhere m thi s c ountry. " No, n o t in this wh ole regipn.'' 'Many in Yellow t>ust City think they have driven us i-nto Ot\tlawr y remains for them to find out. " They will find o ut t o their c o st1 some clay," uttered a determined voice. Yes, and to have time t o think to act, we wiil go t o Death Valley, for wood, water and gras s are plentiful there; and even should the winter catch us there we can it, I am sure." "To Death Valley it is, then," acquie s ced one. Others chimed in aiso, and, thus s upp o rted Burt Boyd took the centre trai l and o nce more led the wa y ) through the darkness On, on, the y wei1t, fearing no pursuit and yet upon track had started, the next night, a merciless band o f twenty-seven men-men who had gone o n the trail with masked faces and bent upon drivi11g the band of Bl u e Belts to their doom. CHAPTER IX. ENTER BUFFALO BILL. "\i\T ell, good pard if we get caught in this storm witho u t s helter the chances are that coyotes ill pick our bones The speaker was Buffalo Bill, then chief o f scouts in the great Northwest. He was a hundred miles fr o m the fort or help and a storm of desperate fierceness was threatening. The scout had just escaped 01re blizzard witli his l ife, and wa s ha s tenliig to reach the fort, but tne tempest 'vas gathering and l ong experience told him that man and bea s t inust die i f f hey were be exp esecl t o s p ow, chilling wind s a nd b e l o w "zero weather. f'I can dare danger of .s trail! "It i s not a v ery fresh one, but I'll foll o w where i t leads, fo r it cann o t g o far and the h o r ses were s hod, so Indian s did n o t m a ke it. He glanced d o wn attenti vely at the well-marked t rail o f. a d o z e n hor s e s made several days before, then l o oked anxi o u s l y a t th e gatherin'g s t orm, and s tarted off at a gall o p He was splendidly mounted, had a rifle and belt of a rms, a large roll of blanket;; in rubber c o Yering an 1 a goo d s uppl y o f pro v i s i o n s and camping o utfit. The hor s e did not seem fo regard his heav y burden. but went al ong as rapidly a s though he felt s helter wa s not far distant. A ride o f a mile up a narrO\ can yo n with high cliff::; up o n either s ide, brought the s c out s uddenly into a ba s in several acres in size. There was a la'R-c there, and plenty of timber the very place for shelter. But the e yes o f the sGout were not fixed upon the s pot as a sheltered retreat but at a s tra9ge sight hi s eye s had suddenly fallen A camp was before him. It was a camp of white men and they were lying and crouching around a fire They were all picture o f d e s p a ir. Haggar

. I I ( THE B(\FFALO BILL STORIES. I I "My God!" Not one of the group of men spoke. There were a dozen of them, crouching about the fire, and a form lay upon the ground, face upturned, hands clasped upon the heart-dead. "Are you the men driven from Yellow Dust City by the miners," asked Buffalo Bill. "'vVe are," was the reply of one of the men.' "You were secretly robbing your fellow-miners, anti were given your choice of going into,.the mountains in the face of approaching winter or to suffer death by hanging?" "'fhat was it," said the man who had before spol5e11. "Outlawed from all camps, you came here?" "Yes, to die." '.'If your worst foes saw you now they would pity you." "Our foes have no pity. Are you our foe also, Buf falo Bill?" "You know me, th o ugh I do not recall having met one of you befo e." "But you have, though, no matter when or where. "Are you our foe, Buffalo Bill? "I was sent to follow trail, to see that you did not halt in the mountains." "Vle have halted." "How cot{ld you do otherwise?" "God only knows. V./e are hunted men, wil

.. 12 THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. and then seizing the ax 11e went into the tirnber and made it fly as only a woodsman can. Pines, cedars and saplings were cut down, and the men with one arm dragged them against the cliff, where the scout said th. ey would build their shelter. The men that had Jost a foot ba1anced themselves as best they cou ld hopped around, and, strengthen.eel 6y the coffee, forgot pains in their work. In the midst of their work up the canyon dashed a herd of deer, seeking shelter. They halted in surprise at the cqmp, and instantly the repeating rifle of the scout began to rattle and one. t"wo, three fell dead. Leaving them where they had fallen, to be looked after late1, Buffalo Bill went on with his work. Two, three hours pa sed, and the shelter was fin ished the fire built in it in a crevi ce in the cliffs, pine st raw sp read for beds, and all the blankets the poor wretches had lefM o them placed where they would give the most comfort. The other ,shelter was patched up for the horses, the deer were dressed and hung up and he coufs supplies g!J'tlen o u t to give all a good, square meal. It was needed for the men were upon the vetge of starvation. If\ Ve are ready for the s t o rm, men! cried Buffalo Bill, cheerily as all that could be clone was attended to;,. and a moment after he called out: \ "And here it is upon us! The black clouds had trailed low, an

I l I THE BUFF ALO BILL STORI .ES. I "This was not a bad amputation at any rate, and the one who did it 'yas a surgeon beyond doubt," said the scout "Vve do not know, sir, for he was completely masked," said Burt Boyd, the leader of the party. "He was masked?" asked Buffalo BVl1 {n surprise. "Yes, sir." "Why was that?" "All of them were." "Those who pursued you?" "Yes, sir." "Then you did not know them?" "Not one." "How many were there?" "Twenty-seven." "They were miners, of course?" "They were men of the mines, si(' ... "That means you do not know their occupation, though they were from the mines? "When this done?'' "Three weeks ago." "Where?" "In Death Valley." "Ah! "Did you go there?" "Yes, sir." "Why?" "We thought there at least we could rest in safety." "You know the stor .ies told of Death Valley?" "Oh, yes. It was on account of what was said of the valley that we went there. "Poor fellows! You not expect to be tnicked there?" "No, sir." "How did you expect to live there?" "We had ample supplies with us, supposed we could get more, game was there in abundance, and you know it is said that gold was found there "Yes, and you were willing to take all risks and hunt gold?" "We were, sir," "And those men, twenty-seven in number, you say, trailed you there?" "Yes, sir." "Coming from Yellow Dust City?" "We do not know, sir. "We awoke to find our camp surrounded with armed men, and we surrendered under false promises or we would have fought it out!, and, ah! How mm,:h bette r I it would have been for us to have died then, than to suffer as we have!" "And after yoi1r surrender?" "'vVe were bound hand and foot, and this doom was Visited upon us," and Burt Boyd held up his right arm with the hand severed at the wrist. "Others st'lffered worse tha n I even, as you see for yourself, an8 those among us who are fortunate are the dead, like poor Marcy there." "Then others are dead?" "Yes, we were fifteen, and the maiming, with cold, hunger, and despair took five off "Who will be the next to go, God only knows, and none of us care, for human natur can bear no ti1ore." "Men, I pity you, and the wrongs you have suffere d shall not go unpunished, for, be your crimes what they may, this is a greater one against you," and Buffalo Bill spoke with deadly earnestness. One by 01ie the leg or arm of the poor wretches was dressed by the scout, and each mari felt far less pain, far more comfortable when it was done In spite of the one blanket left to them, those of the dead were brought into service, and with the scout's generously sharing his own, the poor fellows felt that they would be fairly comfortable upon their pine straw f=ds. A substantial supper had also given them renewed strength, and Buffalo Bill having piled more fogs upon the fire, said: "Men, this storm will last several days, bnt when it ends I shall start for the fort. 1_1" No wagon can reach you here, so here you may have to remain. all winter; but I will come back and bring with me supplies, bla\1kets, and w:rm clothing for you, and more, my pards, the surgeon scout, Dr. Frank Powell, I know will accompany me, and see to ) 1our wounds, for some of you need attention that only a skilled surgeon can give. "But, brace up, and all will yet come well,'"' and the scout turned into his blankets for the night with the words echoing in his ears: "Buffalo Bill, you are, indeed, a good Samaritan!" : I CHAPTER XII. THE LOST MINERS. The storm did last several days, and the canyon was blocked with snow. But Buffalo Bill swung the ax hard each day and


14 THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. piled up within reach a lot of wood that would last for weeks. 1 He also improved the shelter as best he could against another storm, and did all that was possible fur the protection of the unfortunate band of cripples that haU falien so strangely under his care. \ Vith pi. ck and shovel he had dug a gltlve for the dead comrade of the unfortunates, and the very next clay he had again to face the merciless wind and dri ving sleet to make another gra\'e. One m o re unfortunate had let go life's cable, and \vas free from his sufferings. \\' ith the third day the storm broke the sun shone out \Yann and bright, 1and its influence was at once felt. The h orses were glad to get out and feed, and Buffalo Bijl had no difficulty in finding half a dozen deer to bring down with his rifle. Provisions were growing scant, and the scout's sup ply would last but a week longer for he had to take some for his trail to the fort. But, well and strong he was self-sa<(rificing, and barely to ok food enough for two days. "You distress us by going with so little, s ir," said Burt Boyd. "Never mind me, for yo u need all the nourishmentt you can get in your presen t condition. I will get along all right, fo r the further I go, the easier traveling it will be, and I hope to be back in a : few days, so keep up yG,ur courage, and watch for my return." The

THE BUFFA L O BILL sTORIES . .. ''Do you really know where you are, with the sn5w sc,attere.d ovei: the country .as it is?" "Oh, yes, perfectly." '.'Then yott must be Buffalo Bill the scout?" ".That is what I am. called." Another yell of joy, ..and the men gathered around the .s.cotit his hand, and acting in their de light like children turned out of school. -"Wh_ en will we. .get .there, for our horses are nearei dead than we are," asked the leader. Buffalo Bill glanced over the crowd of upturned faces, then to the horses in the background1 and said : "My advice is to start at ?nee, for apC>ther storm is threatening, and we have no time to lose. for, if caught in a blizzard, you are doomed." "But can you find your way at night?" "Oh, yes; and taking the risk of going is better than the certainty of death by staying here," was the reply. Ten minutes after the half-starved men mounted their 'almost used-up horses and followed Bill through the dark1\ess out over the trackle s s land in j the struggle for life. CHAPTER XJII. THE TRAIL OF DEATH. 'Buffalo Bill had been right 'about another storm threatening, for. as they .rode out of the timber all could se e that the skies were becoming overcast with clouds, no longer a star was vjsible This ma de the darkness greater, but the unerring. guide held on his way without hesitation, and the men followed with perfect confidence, for the. nanw of Buffalo Bill alone had given them ho'pe. .They had ampje clothing and for. any ordinary weather, and had come out well supplied, they said, for a short prospecting tour in the mountains, but. the storm that had belate. d them hac} eaused to lose their way, the second one had delayed them until their provisions were gone, and they were : starihg death storaight i11 the face when-Buffalo Bill found their camp. \!\Tith horses brokeri down and half starveci for wa11t of their -own supplies gone, tl{e cold tense, and not knowing where they were,. .their doom was sealed, and it was btlt a question.. of a shprt more when they would have given up a11d iain .down to die. . But on through the night over the frozen rode their guide A ridge \vas ahead of them, and all drew a sigh refief w hen Buffalo Ei U struck unerringly a canyon that cut it in twain. This proved that he knew just what he was A ha l t was made in cedars i,n the canyon, fires built and the last morsel of food around, the scout putting iri h i s Jittle supply with the others Helped by the meager f_oocl, warmed by the fire, and with their horses given a feed off the grass found in the canyon where the wind had swept the snow away, they again mounted and pu shed on once more. They saw that the scout had increased his pace and a gfance upward at the skies, growing blacker and blacker, and listening to the rising wind, told the cause. All through the night the guide pushed on, seldorn at fault, after a halt of a minute now and then, when momentarily at a los not a word would be said. i'he dawn broke cold, cheerless, and threatening. There was no food now, nothing for man or beast; silent as specters, suf!ering; fearing hoping, with their whole trust p l aced i n the cloaked form ahead, the men followed, struggling for life, yet dreading death. They were so conipletely lost themselves, so worn out, cold, and hopeless, they could hardly believe that Buffalo Bill even could save them. At last there was a cry from behind the long line The rear horse had gone down 1iever to rise again. "'Don't. stop to him, for he cai:1not up. "Send his rider here to mount behind me!" The 01:der came from the ;;cout, but rider was hurt, shiyeriqg with co l d, and could not wa lk. / Buffalo Bill rode to therear rapidly, swung the man.: up behind hjm, and spurred to the front again, his horse not to mind the double weight. The men saw their leader push on. He had called out. cheering words to them as he rode by them. Suddenly back came the words : "An hour more, men, and you are _safe!" The men gave a cheer a nd presently one called out: "He is right; boys! See! Do you n o t know that hill, the T o\ver Rock?" Another i:heer showed that the nien had recognized the tower-like roc k ii1dicated. But, just the1i,' the to fall. It came in gusts at first, th .en steadilY .. be.e:an to <.lrive sav..


, 16 THE BUFFA,L.O BILL STORIES. a'gely into their faces. It fell so thick and fast, came so that they could not see a rod about them. But the unerring guide held on. }le seemed t0 be guided by something they coulJ not see. TlJey did not know that long experience was proving his ally, ani:J. he was going along by watching the seeing just the trail should go, and not trying to observe distant surroundings. Another horse went down, then another, and their riders found mounts behind others, until their animal s failed them. At last came the order : "Let the men riding the weakest horses slip from their saddles and follow, clinging to the animals' tails for support." It was done, and soon half the command was dismounted. Suddenly a man fell from the saddle. He could not be aroused. on, or all will go the same way," sternly commanded the guide. A few moments more and another man fell by the way. "Come on !" The men did not need the order. They were indifferent. Then a came in sig ht. The guide hailed and several men appeared in the doo_r. "Go bac a quarter of a mile and bring in two men! "Humarrity demands it!" commanded the guide. on he led for ten, twenty minutes more, when men came up to the door of "The Golden Arms," t:! 0 the settlement Eager and. willing hands came to their aid, and the leader,,stronge; than his me;i, turhed to the unerring gllicle. But Buffalo was gone. He had ridden awa.}S i n the storm, some one said. CHAPTER XIV, FOR OTHERS' SAKE. .I the-'bone by the long night ride, and rode quickly to the house of Sule Ross, the keeper of the principal store of Yellow Dust City. As the blizzard had driven every one to their homes, the store was closed, and Sule Ro$erate 1 -n c e.. "Why, Cody, did you not know better than to start from your camp in the face of such a storm?" asked Sule Ross as the scout sat at the table before a blazing fire dri.nking a bowl of hot coffee. "When it was simply a camp without shelter, and with no food and little wood, blankets scarce, and death certain if I remained, else could I do, Sule? "You are right; but you are weather wise, and I am surprised that you were caught thus." "I was off on a iscout. "But I '"'nt supplies, Sule; some extra blankets, a s.mail tent, and a fine pack horse, jor I must be off after dinner.' "Are you a fool, Bill Cody?" I have _never been accused of beiJ.'!g one, whatever else I may be guilty of." "Do you meari th.at you are going to again face this blizzard?" "I must." "The urgency must be great.'' "It is." "Why,. you will not get a mile before you are lost." "l?ardon me, but the trail to Fort Rescue, for I go that way, i s down the for many miles, along thf bank of the stream, and I can ca.mp to-night in Cave Canyon, and be that far on way when to-morrow comes. "Then I hkve a canyon trail for miles, and I can cross the plains with my compass, and there will only be snowdrifts there, which I can avoid. "I can reach the fort in two days' travel after to" \i\That 1s the demand, Bill, for you to risk your 1ife ?" "To save others." H:wing guided the men to life along the trail of '' "Ah! Then there are others snowed in that you deat h Buffalo Bill remained no thanks, but left are going to return for?" ' them to the care of o th ers, knowing that t:,verything "From the fort, yes. be done for them. "I arq to the fort, know, with all haste, clad as he was, he was himself chilled to to prevent searchi h g pardes being sent out after ine. .) . ,. j , /


THE BUFFALO BILL STOR1ES. : '(Sh !--=-I will answer nothing else, now. "There t:omes your ,partner, so lfave him get my supplies together for > "I will;" and the order was given for the best horse that Sule B.oss had to go as a pack animal, and a small "A" tent, with a couple of buffalo and bear robes, extra blankets, and a good supply of provisions was soon gotten .together for the daring man to start upon his terrible journey. But Buffalo Bill argued to himself that if 11e did not take the risk and waited in Yellow Dust City until the storm was over, he would not be able to reach the fort in time, ?nd then get to the crippled crew of outlaws who were depending upon him before another storm would be upoi1 them, and then their fate was sealed. By taking the risk he could perhaps reach the fort, by the end of the storm, which generally blw itself out, in three days. His own danger and suffering he did not take into consideration where the lives of others though outlaws, hung in the balance. Their mairned limbs, haggard faces, and trust in h i m appealed to his manhood, his heart, and his nerve. He would do or die for them. More could not be asked or expected: ,After a hearty dinner with Sule Ross, just. four hours after his arrival in Yellow Dust City, Buffalo ,3ill mounted his horse, wpich seemed as good as ever, took the pack animal in lead, and rode out of the cabin stable into the blizzard. "Goel pless ,yop, &11, rang in his ears from Sule Ross, as he face r the icy wind and driving snow. Muffled up nfad, hands, body and feet, he did not feel the chill winds, and his horses were blanketed als9 fot protection. Past the Golden he went, and men standing at the windows asked: presen that lie was _glad to give up good and rush to the fire and warm. And, as he glanced out from his mufflers when rid ing by the Golden Arms, Buffalo Bilf mutterecr : "They are all right, now; but there would have been twenty-seven dead men when this d:iy had I not found them. "Yes, there were twenty-seven. "Just the number that were in those outlaws." the band that met / / \ CHAPTER XV. A DESJ;>ERATE RIDE. Buffalo Bill 'founCl that his horse knew what was expected of him. He had been on that trail before several times, and he bent his head low and pushed ahead at a slow but steady pace. The pack horse came behind, giving no trouble by pulling back on his lead line, and apparently to go where maQ,. dare venture. The 'last miners' cabin was left behind, and no longer did a cheery fire shine forth to render the scout's position more uncomfortable by Coplpariso : the warmth within. . The wind was blowing too fiercely for the snow to lie, and the drifts w ere avoided, the trail dowp the riJ:r reached and then followed. All was tempest now, and darkness overhead ancJ about the lone wayfarer. He dared not stop, for the Cave Canyon to be reached by night, .for there shelter would be found. Knowing tl}at his horses could get if any grass, .the sc out had brou$'ht along a bushel of for them, so they would be able to keep up their strength and animal warmth. "What fool is that?" It was terrible traveling at times, for hen -:ind there But no one knew, though a miner replied: snowdrifts had to he gone through, and several time!\ "It1s 3:. grizzly bear on horsebaCk, pards, taking a the animals went down in tl1e depths. look at Yellow Dust City in weather that he likes!" But up again and on was Buffalo Bill's will, and This caused a laugh all around, until one man called out: "It is Buffalo Bill, by heaven! "That man saved our lives, and now he is going to his death, for that trail leads to the fort.' "I will st o p him!" But as he opened the door the savage wind fairly da?hed him back, and there was such a howl from a!l they pushed along, undaunted by anythipg. As night near, the clouds ai?peared to trail lower and look blacker, and the snow came down like a hurricane; yet on the noble steeds went, guided by the master hand. Darker and darker grew tbe clouds, but the Cave Canyon was not far off, and Buffalo Bill w gcd his horses to swifter pace.


. I THE BUFF A LO B ILL S TORlES. t 8 :Sbon. the .. cliffs looriie.d up, the c:i.nyon was reachf;!J. .. . .. gQR_ d0 l)acl com e twenty niles upon \\as up before dawn, had breakfast, and the momcn: wa)-, the guide marks h e knew well, he the gray of clay appeared he mounted and once more I could not be lost. faced the fearful blasts, for the blizzard had no.t yet th i gre'v wo1' se, as it appeared to be doing, blown itself out. he wmilcl pusli ori" to a .nother place, where he knew he w o u l d find goad shel.ter for his hon;es and him pf w oo d, a1!ci, if only a dozen miles further on, it would be that much .t

/ THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. him, everywh.ere howled the blizzard, still keeping up ready upon the dying beast, and the scout had to use with force. his revolvers quickly to drive them off. The plain was crossed and the hills beyond Taking off his saddle and bridle with all haste, he reached. ran back to the cabin, closed the door, stripped the pack The fort yet lay forty miles avvay and so another from his horse, and, filling hi s coffee pot with snow, night must be passed out in the eiements. put it on to boil, for he how badly he needed a But Buffalo Bill had already decided t? on to,.,, warm drink. an old cabin, once a stockade fort, and there find she!-There was small stream right at the reari, of the ter. stockade, he kn w,. but he was too cold to go to it, even He knew that it was re-ach that or perish, for nohad it not bee frozen, so snow served his purpose for where else was "there s helter and th e windings abont water and he had a good <;up of coffee. among the snpwdrifts on the plain had taken him Instantly he felt the g ood effects, for the blood beh ours longer he expl2cted. g an to warm in his veins, and he said to his horse: Fortunate ly his wa_)( lay unde r the lee of a lJluff, and "I a m sorry, olcl. fellow, that you are not a coffee the eddying wind had cleared a space he could readily drinker, for it would do you a world of good." follow. The fire was now a genial heat t J 1rough the His horses were put into a gallop. room, and Buffalo Bill threw open the door that led He could not spare them then. into ;;mother room and led his horse in there, welt' There was no time for rest or foo d life was at stake, knowing that the artificial warmth was not good for and so on they weqt at a that_ ,,:as har

20 THE BUFFALO .BILL .. The stilt continued with imabated Jry, the sleet driving hard against the cabin. A good breakfast, with plenty of hot coffee, and he was ready for the struggle with the elemeqts. His horse was blanketed, but the tent, pack saddle and all weight were swt\ng up in the cabin to be sent after from the fort, for he wished to save the strength 1of his horse for the final fight for life. When all was ready, he led his horse into the room, and, muffled up as before, threw the door and mounted: , The storm rushed into the cabin with a savage howl, and the darkness without was intense. Buffalo Bill knew that the trail was not far away, and it ran along a ridge for miles. By the time he reached the end of the ridge it would be dawn, and then he cou)d see his way and there was no more sign of anything than at sea to l" them only the driving sleet, and all abot.\t them mist. The compass was true, and horse and man, well experienced, kept on. with unerring step. !fours passed, and then suddenly there arose ahead of them a high, dark mass. It was tlte range! Never given to expressing his feelings extravagantly, Buffalo Bill could not now re sist one long loud yell of triumph. It was promptly answered by a glad neigh from his faithful horse. "Ah, old fellow, you see the range, too, and know tliat save d "'Yes, tl;err is the ca1;yon opening before us, nd three miles more and we reach the fort. Come, old come!" they went, the noble animal seeming to have gotten new vigor by the words of his master. Through the pass in the range, where they were pro tected from the biting winds, then out into the valley, Muffled to his eyes, the scout was not cokl, and the and on the broad t1"ail for tl:ie fort. ,. kept the blood circulating in the horse. A led through the valley, and the stockade The horse bent low to the blast, and the start was made. In wild eddies the sleet whirled qbout thern, and here and there it was a flounder through the snowdrifts. I The cold was bitter in its intensity, and the wind was walls of the foi;t crossed it. yet blowing a gale, sending the sleet in stinging showUpon

THE BUFFALO RILL STORIES. 21 which had begun to stagger, and when the fort was v ooming up through the blinding storm not a hundred yards ahead. .. But the noble beast could do no more, a1Jd, sprii1gingfrom the saddle, Buffqlo Bill began to draw his horse along. "Hark! They have seen us, old pard I hear the sentinel! "Don't give up here, for the love of God!" entreated the scout, as thou h he was pleading with a human soul not to take flight. But the horse gasped terribly, stopped, all in a tremor, and, with a groan that was human in its ut terance, fell at his master's feet. .Buffa l o Bill's Read bent low for a mon,1ent, his hand rested caressingly upon the frost-covered head, and the, tribute was paid in words: "Yon have clone your duty, noble parcl-only Goel can do more!" ''Ho, there! Are you mad, Cody, to tand still in this cruel tempest?" The voice brought Buffalo Bill to a realization of his danger. lt was Captain Charlie Adams, officer of the day. who, at the call of the sentinel, had clashed out of the guard quarters, thrown open the gate, and, iollowecl by half a dozen solpiers, had run toward Buffalo Bill. here they saw him stat1ding by the side of his horse. 'Oh, Captain Adams, I got here, but I killed my poor horse. Strip him, men, for I am about used up; and, captain, I beg you to have him brought into the fort, for no coyote shall ever tout:h that noble brute." It shall be done, Cody. Sergeant, you see to it. "Now, Cody, come with me, for you need care im mediately." "I belieYe I do, sir." 4 "How in Heaven's name did you get here?" and the captain seized Buffalo Bill's arm arid dragged him ) along into the fort, and then straight toward the hos pital. "That dead pard of mine brought me, sir." ."But where from?" "The Death Valley Mountains, by way of Yellow Dust City, sir "Why did you not stop at Yellow Dust?" HI had to come on, for there are lives to save, Cap tain Adams. "See! The clouds are breaking, the storm is over, and I wjll yet save them!" cried Buffalo Bill, excitedly. "The first thing _is to save yo u ," muttered Captain .1\dams, and he fairly \]ragged Ruffalo Bill into the quarters of Dr. Frank Powel the chief surgeon of the post? while all over the garri ori were heard cheers for the return of Buffalo Bill, for the news had spread like wildfire, and cabin doors were opened to give vent M shouts of joy, but quickly closed again hen the storm made the occupants feel the bitter cold. "They are cheering you, Cody, for we all gave yon up as dead," said Captain Adams, as a tall form opened the door and said : ''It is true, then? "Thank God, Bill, I see Jou alive again, for this time I nearly gave you up as dead ., It was Surgeon Frank Powell, and, without waiting to grasp the hand, he began fo drag off of J1in.i the wraps he wore, at the same time calling to a hos pital steward to prepare him a hot drink of liquor and haYe a cot ready at once. 'No, no! I'll take t\1e hot but not the cot, doctor. I\ e got work to do, trail to start over, and no time to lose." Both Captain and Surgeon PO\rell looked at the scout as though thev belie,ed his mind was r ander, mg: "\Veil, Powell, I will le;we Cody to1you, and Cap tain Adam eturnecl to his duties as officer of the clay, and sent an orderly to report to Colonel Lennox that Buffa l o Bill chief of scouts, had returned to the fort in a condition, i bis horse dying almost at the gate, and that the scout had been taken to the quarters of Surgeon Powell. In. the meanwhile Buffalo Bill had l:>een made com fortable in an easy-chair, had taken the hot drink, and when Surgeon Powell ii1sisted upon putting hi111 to bed s

22 THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. CHAPTER XIX. THE SCOUT'S I Surgeon Frank P9wdl did not take long to see that Buffalo Bill knew what he was about, that "his mind was not wandering. They had beeh devoted friends for years, had been on many a terrible trail together, had faced many a deadly danger side by side. Each owed to the other the life. Buffalo Bill bad left the fort some weeks before on a lone sco ut, and a dangerous one. Word had come that a band of desperadoes, un earthed in their crimes, had been spared the rope a n d driven out of Yellow Dust City, under penalty of death if they sought any other mining camp or settle ment within that territory. It was feared that the band of outlaws would strike some of the settlements, raid them, and then make their escape, and Buffalo Bill had been ordered on the duty of finding the band, warning them of the result if any such act was perpetrated, and to keep watch upon them until they were well out of the country. As he was known to have g o ne up into the moun tains, near the Indian country, and did not return, great anxiety was felt for his safety from the colonel down. When the first severe storm of winter came and he did not appear soon after, the gravest fears were felt for him, and Surgeon Powell had volunteered to the company of scouts and go in search of him. This the colonel consented to; and the start was to have been made the following morning, when the bliz zard came and that, of course, put their going out of the question. Surgeon Powell had said he would face the storm, but this Colonel Lennox would not allow, saying that it would result in many deaths instead of one Then in the storm Buffalo Bill appeared, and how he had gotten to the fort the oldest frontiersman there could not imagine. When Buffalo Bill said what he did to Surge on Powell, the latter saw that he was in e:irnest. He knew his pard too well to feel that he had been such a fool as to come to the fort in such a blizzard merely to get there. He sa:v that there was a reason, and a good one, and lives dependi 'ng upon him had made him.take the d e sperate chances of getting there. l "In name, how did you do it, Bill?" "I don't know. "I do not see how I could have done it, since it was accomplished, but I am here "Thank Heaven, you are." "I kiiled a horse last night, or, rather, the blizzard did, and-a splendid beast he was. 1 "I took refuge in the oldstockade cabin, and the horse d ied in sight of it. "I came from Yellow Du t, and the first night made the Cave Canyon, the next day only a dozen miles, then the stocka d e cabin, and tod ay the fort. "My noble horse, Giant, died in sight of the fort, poor fellow, and I wisl-i to bury him in the soldiers' graye y ard, for he deserves it, as he saved many lives, my o wn ne xt, and will be instrumental-in saving more. "I tell you, F rank, that I left a band of help l ess men, cri p pled all of th em, up in the mountains beyond Death Valley, and they have no food save deer meat and the little I could leave them, and it is about gone now. "They are 1 sheltered as well as could be expected, have plenty of wood, and yet a few days more will starve and free z e them out "Miners, of course?" "Frank, let us s ay so, but to you I will tell the truth." "Ah!" "They are the band of outlaws on whose trail I was se1: t." "No!" "It is the truth." "Then y ou have more humanity in you, Bill Cody, th a n half the preachers vvho preach it, but don't practice it." ''I haYe a sense of duty." "Yes, and you have gone beyond it all in aiding a band of men who ought to be hanged." "Perh

.\ THE BIL L STORIES. CHAPTER XX. THE TALE OF WOE. Surgeon Frank Powell sprang to hi feet as though Ruffalo Bill had struck him. His face paled with in dignation at what he heard. and he walked twice across the room before he spoke. 'Buffalo Bill. few men conlcl t.ell me \\hat vou ha1e. and I not say that they lied. 'I believe you. and yet to do so lowers mankind to a level ,,ith the brute creation. \\'ho \\ere they?" "They felt so ashatned of their dastard cruelty that they masked their faces and the outla\\'s clid not kno\\' one of them." "They were far 11ors e than the outla\\ ." "Far... "\Vhy did you come around by Yello\v Dust?" "l did not intend to do so. but I came upon a camp of Jost 111i11ers, and they ,;,ere in very lit;tle better condition tl'ian the outlaws, save for the latter being crip pled." "They were lost?" "Completely, a,ncl I knew that another blizzard '"as coming. ''It has and vou know what it has been, Frank, but if you 11a11t more information 1 can give you pointers on it." "I am sure of that, Bill." "Well, I had but little food, but I shared it. then set the band moving, and struck out for Yell ow Dusi:, the nearest point, that ni 'ght." ;'And made it, ?" . r . Early the next morning, and 1?: a bl111cl1og storm. "\Ve lost two men anli a number of horses, and yet made it." 1 1 ''Yon "ere fortunate." \ Buffalo Bill then went on to. tell of his short stop with Sule Ross, the storekeeper of Yellow Dust City, and his starting upon his desperate ride through the blizzard. Dr. Powell lis\ened with rapt attention to all, and then asked: "But, Bill. to return to those poor ouilaws. could __Jhey not give the slightest clew as to who the men were that treated them thus, for i:iunishment most dire should be visited upon such wretches." "No, they coulcJ .. not, or, r(lther, did not; but I can.'' was Buffalo Bill's response.to the surprise of Surgeon Powell. "You know \\'ho the perpetrators of that fiendish crime are, Bill?" asked Dr. Po11 ell. .: 1 know enough to be a cle11 to track them.'' : Good!" "But it must be a secret, Fra)lk, a s is 011e about. the outla\\'s. whom we go to rescue... .. :Certainly ... "There '\Yerc men, Nie outl..1'\\'ti iii the band that corraled them." "Yes." r "There were twenty-seven men frl the band I fot1nd Jost and guided to Yellow Dust City." "I see." \ "From certain remarks made by the outlaws; I enough to spot some of the men among the lost mmers. "They were masked 'when they did their deed, but they were not masked when I found them. 'They had no guide, and got lost in the secopcl storm, and they would have been eternally lost in .tl;iis last one if I had not found them, for they were out of provisions, as I told you. "I did not to them refer to the outlaws in any 'vay,' but I took them to Yell(\" Dust and they are safe there when "anted, for they clo not suspect they are under suspicion." "''That is \\'ell. "But no'\\ to our trip, Bill." "Yes, and we must get off to-clay." "So soon ?" ''Yes . ''The stoim is over, as you see, and we can go as h,1. as the stockade cabin to-night, a11cl then branch off in the morning, for it is not a mile out of our 'vay." "You know best, Bill." '' "Vve can be up and ready to start with dawn, and we go through a canyon that I do not believe will be much blocked with snow, and can make a night camp in the foothills, fully thirty miles from the stockade cabin, and thenext day I hope to get to the camp. "The truth is, Frank, we must get with all speed, Jet our horses suffer as they may." "And what force will you take?" "No so ldiers?" "None." "Only Stirgeon Frank Po,yell." ''Not one of your scot,1ts ?" "Not one." "You will see the.colonel?" .. "Yes, and get from him half a dozen of the !..Jest gov'. ep1111ent mules for pack animals,. for they stand the cold well and are good snow breakers, while they .. on less than a horse." "They do, but you will need some grain for thern." "Yes, and our horses. 'I will have one to cai;ry grain alone. 'But I will see the colonel now. as I will hav time hef9re dinner, and wish to start the work of tiqn," 'J t is best. -.. are you all right _, 'Perfectly sound and good as ne'\Y again, .. \'\'flS the answer. and. mutHing himself tip well, Hufftiln Bill \\ JJt to hea d{ruartrs . 'I '"elcorne you as from the graYe, Cody, for we had


THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. . gi v en you up for l ost; but, like a cat you have nine \\ere a t lea s t s ure o f go o d qu a rte r s for themsel v e s a\ld 11ves," sajd Col onel Lenno x. the ir ani 1al s for that ni g h t. "I ma y take chances, colonel, b ut I genera lly see m y A fine d ee r wa s s hot near the c abi n so v e n i so n steak way cle a r befo 1 e doing s o sir. w as had for s t \ppe r and s o me ch o ice mars.els cut to I have to r eport that the outlaw band went over c arry al o n g into Death Valley." The wolves h o wled outside, angry at being driven "Ah!, Then that settles them. from th e ir s helter, but th a t did n o t disturb the s leep "Bu-t I found a b and of fre e z in g, s t a rvin g men up in o f the tw o com r a de s the m o untains, s ir and that is wh y "I ri ske d what I did Up befo r e dawn, the ho r ses wer e fed, brea k fas t w as t-0 get to the fort." go t te n and with t h e 1 first g limm e r o f lig ht they w e r e "They are d oo med then. i n th eir s a ddles a nd o n th e ir h ard trail. "No, sir, I left them as well off as p ossi ble a n d SurAnd a hard t ra il i t was, i n place s a lm os t i mp assab le, geon P o well sa y s that he w ill, with you r perm iss i o n where the snow a nd blo cke d their way. with me with sup p;ies for they c a nn o t b e A h a lt w as m a de for a goo d r es t a t n oon, t h en once moved." m o re onward, for t hey had a des tin a tio n t o re a ch b y "It is madness. night if they expec t e d to sh e lter them se l v e s and their "Oh, n o s ir, I g o t through in the s t o rm, and we can hors e s fr o m th e bit;te r c o ld . go the trail tiow." .It was reac h e d while the daylight yet remained, a will not let a force g o for it would me a n death, thi cke t o f p i n es up a c a n y on. and you should n q t risk your s c outs lives. T h e s n ow had not driven in a m ong the pines so the "No one g o e s w ith me s a v e S urgeo n Powell, and we pin e st r a w pl e ntiful for the anima l s and their own take all risk s fo r humani t y' s s ake." bed. The col o nel remained firm in his refus a l for a while. B o u g h s were cut as a bre a k to the wind for m a n and but at la s t yielded w hen Surgeo n P ow ell came in an .cl be ast, a ro a ring fire was built and what1 comfort could said tha t the ride c o uld be made and he was anxious t o be g o tte n out of a h o t supper was h ad. go. . But t h e co l d w a s inte nse, and b o th men realized that ]'his settled, the c o lonel gav e orders to the commisaway fro m the shelter thic k et b o th their horses aqd sary, quartermaster and hospital steward to supply all th e m s elves w o uld suffer terribly. things .. n e eded b y the two bold adve n turer.s, and this Up again at dawn and once more on their way Buf-was done. fa.lo Bill gtii'clin g Ut)erringly, though obstacles Having o btained from Colonel Lennox turned then# out of their way. to bury hi s h o rse in the grave ya r d o f the fort, Buff a lo No c a m p ing at .nfon, for the knew that a few B,i\l ord ere d h is s c o u t s t o see that it w a s and then miles m o re w o uld br'ing tnem to the' ot.1tlaws' camp, and went t o his dinner. .. __ there i certainly was rest and shelter, whatever they It was jus t o ne the tw o daring men, midht find the re . . t he surgeo n and the their best horse s That Buffa lo Bill had his misgiving s of fi.nd}ng them all for their dangerous und ertaking. ali ve, Powell plainl y saw. They had in line seven large, strong niules, carrying On, o n ; they went ; the h o rses very tired now wlt11 pack saddles filled wil:h all that the unfortunate the hard fig ht, until at last Buffalo Bill called out: men in the mountajns would need. "frank, is the camp! For various reasons best known to himself, Buffalo Bill had kept s ecret frorri Col o nel Lennox even that those he was going t o re s cue the remnant oJ outlaw e d band. and the men in the fort only kne\v that the chief o f s c outs had dared the terrors :of the .st orm tb go t o the res cue of ha!f:-:dying men he _had found in the m o urt'tains. Loud .were the che e rs that greeted the two men as they rode out of the fort. The storm had brokei1; "the sun had come out, t11oi1gh bitt'hl y cold it was not what Buffalo Bill had to face five h o urs before. .. 'The traii of hi s h o r s e v isible .ahd and fpllowed the p ace rn.=in. g o ne that would bring then1 to the stockade cabin before night. It was a hard ride but the cabin was reached, the.fire still burned, and the s urgeon s cout and Buffalo Bill \ CHAPTER XXL ... T ff E D E S P A I R I N G B A N D ._ Burt Boyd and his comrades saw Buffalo Bill leave men might bid farewell to a dying friend: He had found tl:\em in their despair and suffering; and had indeed proved a good Samaritan. They had b een in that condition of suffering and mental ang.uish when every hope had fad ed from them. They were helpless, hope1ess and almost irydifferent to the fate that fa<;ed. them, s o crnel atJd relentless had their own kind shown themselves _to be to them But Buffalo Bill had come among _them like a ray .of sun s hine His cheery manner had done much for them. ,.


. THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. zs Then his hot coffee, food, and the way he had .built tHem a shelter had beena new lease on life to them. It was true tliat they had to huddle together like w ild beasts t<:J keep from freezing, and yet it saved them. The scout Samaritan had dressed their wounds, had buried their dead comrades, had made their she;ter se cure from the penetrating winds. \ He had cut a hole in the ice which they could keep open and thus get water. More, he had made rude but serviceable crutches for the man who had lost a leg. Piling wood up he had cut in plenty, he had then given them nearly all the he had, left them with half his blankets, and then told them he would save them. .With this pledge ringing in their ears, he had left them. Their faces grew dark with dread as they saw him go forth in the early morn. As best they could, later they had their scant break, fast, for they well knew that they must prepare against delays. A half tincup of coffee, a cracker, slice of bacon, and a piece qf venison was all, in limited quantity. Those who were able did what they could to still strengthen their shelter and make it more snug. They got in a supply of pine straw, and in every way they could for the worst. Their wounded limbs told them that the worst was com mg. They knew that' a bitter storm was brewing. Forgetful of their own misery, they thought of Buffalo Bill. . The day wore away, night came, and they were not as uncomforta'.ole as t)1ey h

THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. Buffalo 'Bil at1d PO\Yell had up to the sbanty unheard. "" The afternoon was half gone; and the night only several hat.rrs away: But the two brave men had made desperate nde, had reached the goal. . . Theil:: horses w ere well worn, and glad of the shelter the.f l\ad reached. Buffalo Bill and Surgeon had at first believed all '*ere dead. Theit1 the ravings cif tlie fe\ i erecl sufferer were heard, and the scout si)oke: The)'. hea:rcl his voic e within. The. bough s and blq.nket that. formed the entr'ante were pushed a ide and the white face of Burt Boyd. peered out. He'. searcely l'>elieve his ears; lie must ha \'C proof with his eyes that :Buffalo Bill was there! "Ho, pa..i'd .J am back agaiIT: and Surgeon Frank PO\veH is with me. \\hile we haYe supplies in abundance. \ "Ho)\" fare it with you alt?" "A moment ago \\ c \Yere Q n the Yerge of death. l row we are saved, saved, and once more by you, Buf-. falo Bill! "Come, men clo you hear me talking to Buffalo Bill? _It is no dream, no dream. no, bt1t the truth." I).ismqunting fronJ their horses, Buffalo Bill and Sul'geon Powell had followed Burt Boyd into the sharity. 'f.he picture was a strange one. The men \-vere crouched al)out a dead body, one of their number who had died that day. It was too sad a scene for the lhing, Buffalo Bill knew, and he said. cheerily : "He is ou t of all suffering ; comrades; he has solved the mystery of life and tleat ,h; so he needs not our sym-pathy. .'Yott the opes to aid, and Surgeon Powell is here with me, cheer up, all of you." The men gave a faint cheer, but obeyed the.scout and went-Ot\t. into the"sunshj.ne. "Here, get some coffee made first for I will bui1d a ftre outside, and. th.en we will things, in sl:ild that h e must have another .amputation-that his arm must be cut off further up-L to save his life . He subm itted ithout a word, took the chloroform the surgeon gave f1im, and. the amputation quickl) and skil lfull y done. vV.ith all that was necessary to dress the wounds. .Surgeon Powell soon had each man comfortable, and expressed his surprise that they were n ot' in a worsu condition. T he rest of the story of Buffalo Bill's re cue of the 6 utca ts of Dust City' and hi s fight for life Yith the Qlizzard is soon told. The scout had accomplished wha(he set out to do. He wo n in his fight clgainst the. great. storm king. The outcasts, whose treatment by their fel!Qwmeu had been so terrible-at lea st the seYen of them who ret'nai ned alive-were saved With BttffalQ Bill and Surgeon Powell to assist them, with i11enty of firing, clothes and provisions 011 hand, they were able to weather ariy storms that might to in at their' hid place in the Valley of Death until they were sufficiently re.:. covered from their wounds to traYel agai'n. . .' TH'l' EKD. Next week's issue, Ko. 90, will contain "Buffal o ":&in1s Crippled Cre;.v; or. Sunflower Sam of Shast

. .,, 'I;/, I / .. I This has certainly caught oil If you are not in it, you must b.::. Send us your dream. Think how proud you wiU be if you win one of the s pl end i d priz e s. For list of see page 3J:. A Horr ible Dre1m. (Dy Emil Morgan, New York City ) One night in September I dreamed that I was goi n $ to Europe with my father, and we had been on th e water two days. O n that same night, as I was leaningon th e rail, thinking what a nice time I was going to h ave, some one gave me a push, and I went overboard. When I reached the water I saw, to my dismay, a l arge shark wh i ch was about to seize me. I struggled hard to get away from it, but all in vain, and before I knew it he had swallowed me lip. .Just then I awoke with a start, but, finding that I was safely' 1odged in b e d instead of a shark's stomach, I felt very grateful indeed. Cured of by a Dre1m. (By Bertrand Lanning, Odell, Ohio.) About a year ago I commenced to smoke. The habit kep t growing on me till I smoked nearly all th e time and I was very nervous. One night after go ing to bed I fell asieep and dreamed t h at I di e d I thou ght I up to the golden gate s of heaven and knocked for admitjj tance. O l d St. Peter came to the gate and asked me what I wanted there. I told him that I had died a nd I wanted to go t o heaven. He asked me what my name was, and I told him. Then I thought he got down a big book that was fulJ. of nan1es, and commencecl to hunt for my name. Finally he toJCl me that he couldn't find my name there,. so 1 must be booked to go to the oth e r place. I told him I didn't see how t h at could be. for I was a church member and had always lived an honest life. So h e commenced again and I was thinking of going away and then corning back and trying to get int o hea ven un der an assumed name, when, suddenly, h e turned to me and said, "Yes, I 've found your name, but it is so near blotted out with tobacco smoke that I' can h ard ly read it. In a few days m o re it would have b een enti r e l y gone." I was so scare d at my narrow e s cape that I woke up and the dream made such an im. pression on my mind that I haven't smoked since then. Inte re ;teJ. (By Roger B. Jordan, Newport, R. I.) I. pulled ttp of Bill's t-ent and shopted exc1te

I 28 .THE BUFFALO BILL SIT'ORIES. I r. "" "You can come with roe if y ou lik said Buffalo Bill. "vVe have not a moment t o spare. Without awakening the slumbers of th e tired garrison, Buffalo Bill saddl e d "Comrade," and m o ti oned 'me to do lik e wise to a fleet: looking bay horse ln ano th e r minute we 1ere riding swiftly cross the prairie. "They will make for ihe .r ailrnad track, flag a train and escape ea s t. I think I know the point they will try and make.' So mil e aiter mile, w e sped swiftly. At last Buffalo Bill signal e d a halt and w e got down. He then muffled the J1oofs of .the horse s. Then v-:e re' mounted. S udd e nl y we saw dimly the fo rm s of severe.! men, huddled besid e the track. They t he men we were searching fo r and, as Buffalo Bill had surmised were waiting for a train. A s s oon as they saw us they commenced s hooting. At the fir s t volle y I felt a sharp pain in the head. I thre w up m y cried, ''I a.-n shot, Mr. C ody." A t that I awo k e and found the pain cam e from m y head coming in violent confact with the tabl e I had pla,ced at the h e ad o f my bed t o hold the lamp while I finished reading the last chapters of "Buffalo Bill 's R oad Agent Rounrl U p ." A Mysterious Dream. ( B y Ebe n A. U pton S alem 1fass ) A friend and I had been a deep hole in ot1r yard, and had tunneled a great way under the ground. It had taken about a week to accomplish our task until at last w e were satisfied One v. H ,unying down the steps, we took the rn;ning, .and s o on our feet trod the cavern flo or. vVaving our. torches before us, we pre s s ed \ow:. ;d. the great rock temple which Frank had discovercct, reaching it a few moments later on. 'What a singular place! I cried, trying to penetf atc the gloom above u s "See, this building is cut ottt of th e solid rock itself. It mu s t have taken years to acco mplish 1 t to s ay nothing o f the numb e r of men em ployed." It was indeed a mighty structure. It rose story s tory, far beyond wher e the sorry light of our torches en our eyes to reach. We went up a broad flight oi s teps entering the temple through a gigantic arch. We beheld chamber after chamber and room after room un tii we had visited all, anq found them deserted. It is true that w e discovered the oth( r end of the slide in one of the most spaciou s of the many bnt 1 that was all. Its termination was at the ba e of a hi deous idol having t ,vo heads, four arms and as many_ legs. I walked tlp to it and touched one of the hand:i. Re-' fore I had time to think I was clasped and 1)eing1pugged i to death. I made a sqdpen effort to break the ho l but in vain. I bega n to think I was lost, but, \yith one li effort, I-..woke ti{) to find myself all up in \. A Bacl Drea m 7'> ( By Moulton Walker, Ritzville, One'night as I was lying in bed I heard a shriek, and, going t9 the door, I saw a man, dressed in red running down the hall. I ran after him, but as h e reached the cea.irs he stumbled and fell and before he could get up, again I was on top of him, out he struggled fiercely and finally got away. I ran after him for quite a while, arirJ finally saw him ente.r a dark cave. I enterep it alsc:., and followed him. I then saw him turn into another ?assage, and, just a s I was turning the corner; I was s eized. and bound and gagged. Some men then carried me t o where there was a fir e They then held a council. After two men carried me to a place where there was a post. They tied me to this, and then piled a buqdle of


. THE BUFF ALO BILL Sl"ORlES. . army feet and poured so!he 0 { 1 it. They hen lit the wood, and : as felt the fire' touch m y legs, 1 tcgan to yell. 'N1t11 a. start I awoke and found it was only a dream. After that I never went yery far away from home T he Mythical W ol ves. ( By Willie Murray, Trinidad, Colo.) I had received a pair of skates for Chr-istri\as, and, having skated all day went home to bed, and this is my dream : I thought I was in a canyon surrottnd ed by high mountains. I seemed to be on a pond, skatin g all alone, when a pack of wolves made after me. I skated with 1rtight and main. After skating what seemed to be age s my legs refused to move, and the wolves came upon me. Suddenly the dream changed, and I fe lt myself falling o.ver a cliff; down, down I went. I felt thflt I must be dashed to pieces, when I awoke, covered with perspira tion. I was so sca red I could not go to sleep. I guess turkey and a few other thinga had something to do with my dream. A D r e am. (By H. E. Roberts, Norfolk, Va.J I had a very 'strange dream the other night. I dreamed that I saw a fine two-horse carriage come dash ing up to our house, and a youhg man that was driving called to me t o come on and get in. I did so. without seeming to think it unusual. "You have been elected to make a speech," he said, as soon as I was comfortably seated. I felt greatly flattered, bttt perfectly willing to try my hand. We hadn't gone far before I noticed the road was covered with ever greens. I thought it looked pretty but did not ask why P resently we got to a lovely grove of large trees. We got out and went over a large stile, up through a nice green lawn to a big brown house. I was met by the l ady of the house, and asked up to a magnificent rooni to c hange my dress. It\ seemed that everything was done almost with the quickness of thought, after we got to the t J1ou se, until I found myself standing on a kind of trium;: phal arch of cedars and all sorts of evergreJ!ns over me. For t h e first tirrle I began to fee l rather weak in the knees, but I decided that wou l d never do. The people w h o had invited me there to speak for them evidently t h o u g h t me endowed w ith some degree of nerve and native c ommon sense. So I l ooked out ovet the sea of t u rned faces (the crowd 'Was large and people were still coming), smi l ed a faint smile, meant to be reassuring, and moistened my lips from a glass of water that stood on a small tab l e near me Then .I bowed a regular Ches terfieldian sweep to the audience, and commenced: "LADIES AND GENTLEMEN': I thank you for the honor you have done me by inviting me here to see your happy and inspiring faces. It would be a dull person indeed who could not find something important to say, with such an to "With such a n au dience to a ddress," screamed a big, green parrot t at was swinging himself as best he could i11 his cage that hung from a window of the house. I was silenced, for a thunder of applause greeted Polly mim ick'ing my words. I stood paralyzed. I knew only too well that every word I said would be repeated as the parrot saw fit, but even in my dream I seemed to feel ashamed to be entirely and ingloriously routed by a bird. So I braced myself as I could and rapped with a gavel for silence. I had opened my mouth to speak, when, to my amazement, the parrot screamed: "Silence! Silence! You don't know anything. Hear me Then Ile piped out in a shrill, clear voice: ''Our human frame is so very small when we think of the enormous size of the world we live in. Yet there is not one of us here this evening who has not felt that his, or her, heart was large enough to fill the whole thing up from the pearl-spangled sands at the bottom of the sea to the palest star that shines in the blue and gqlq arched firmament above us. The crowd seemed turned to statues, so still, so silent they remainep; and the bird talked on, his head first on one side, then o n t he other. "One human heart can fill the universe with l ove or hate with joy or sorrow, good or evil, as far as its possessor is concerned; so we think it would be next to divine if each one of us woul'd resolve to let so large a heart be full of all hat is good, and bright, and nobleso very full that nothing evil could possibly fine! the l east room for a foothold there." -The parrot stopped, flut tered its wings, then looked at itself over first o ne shoul der then the other, saying<: "Pretty pally, gcsod bird! That is rig4t. Pretty Polly wants a cracker!''. This seemed to arouse the people, for they went wild; they stamped, clapped their hands, yelled, waved handker chiefs, gave college whoops, until they must have satisfied so vain a bird as the parrot. When silence was again restored, I was surprised to see bundles and packages falling all around me I looked up. They seemed t.o be coming down from the skies. I opened them and found all sorts of beautiful presents. A large pink seashell fell at my feet, and a large, clear pearl rolled out of it. r picked it up, and held it so the crowd could see it, and the ;arrot screamed : "That is the pearl of great price keep it. 1And I waked up artd the sun was shining in my face. 1 ,,. A Boy s Dre a m (By George C. Harvey, Lock Haven, Pa.) After having eaten ha\ of a pie, and reaqing till after midnight, to finis! "The Hidden T easure 'of Captain Rave ," in which I was deeply interested, I went to bed and was soon asleep, and :wading knee-deep in my ad ventures in searah of hidden treasure. I will relate it in story form, as that is the most convenient way. I dreamed that I found myself creeping stealthily along in a high. but narrow cave, listening intently for the sound of the voices of a few rascally sailors, wl::10, I knew, had also discovered the secret of the cave in which the private was hidden. and 'ivhich I had somehow or other discovered although by no amount of thinking could I find out how I had dime so. My patience was soon rewarded by hearing the voices of my enemies. I found, by a shaft of l ight which is-


THE BUFFALO B ILL STORIES. 'I -" sued out of a doorway cut in the solid rock, that they were ii1 a s111all branch of the cave. In trying to get closer to the door to hear what the sailors were saying, my foot struck against the wall and a small slab of stone fell out. Immediately after, th e re was a rustling of paper, and I stooped down and picked up a small parchment. Then by the excited voices of the sailors and by hurried footsteps, I knew that I was discovered. I then ran back as fast as I could for about a hundred yards and int o a large branch of the cave, for the purpose oI deceiving the sailors. Then, impressed by idea tharI must make haste, I drew out the paper and a match, and, lighting the latter, I examined the paper, which was a chart of the cave. I discovered that there was one main cave and some branches, and that the one I was now in was Jl')arked with a cross .,\ At the b ottom of the paper there was some cri1;nped writing. There w e;e but a few words: TQ_ the right,_ eight paces. to the left; center slao; press upper right corner. At first I did not know what it meant. J.:hen it flashed across my mind that it was the direc tions to fmd the treasure. I took the steps required and at my f e et I found that there were a number of slabs o f stone so placed that they would not be noticed unless they were searched for very carefully. I pressed the center one. and it fle w op e n, and I picked up a small leather bag, and, by fe elingit, I kne w it con tained the dian:.onds. I also saw a numbe r -of larger bags, which I knew contained gold. I crammed the bag into my pocket, for I heard steps approaching. one grappled with me from behind, bttt I was getting the best of him when he called out: "Help, mates. Help quick or he'll get away." He was then joined by a couple of his comrades. One of them gave me a push and I fell over a precipice which was behind me and I went down, down, down. I fell with a thud, and awoke to find myself on the floor; and my brother standing hove ni"e, laue;hing heartily. He had tried to awaken me, but I fought him in my sleep. The Sailor's Y arn. (By Floyd G. Cullar, Osceola, Ind.) Qne night last winter I was teading a book on whaling, in which were several sailors' yarns. vVhen I went to bed I dreamed of being on a whaling vessel. Vve were about half full of oil and the captain wished to hurry up and get a good cargo before the other whalers came up to disturb us. I was one of the common sailors, and had to. pull in one of the whale-boats. The harpooner on my boat was an old tar named Jack. One day we made fast to a bnl\ whale o f an enormous size. He at once attacked the boat and smashed it into kindling wood with one blow of his tail. We were all thrown up in th; air, bu19 soon came down, an'd all but J a<>k. were rescued. But where was Jack? We rowed all around, looking for ium, and, at last, spied him swimmi _ng toward us asked whet c h e h a d been all t wliil_e, Jack toJ8 us this tale. Said he: "WellJ when went up in the air I saw that whale's mouth open rig under me. I came down and went down into it and the inside of his throaf was slippery, 1 i a piece of cake in a family of children. Well, it darker than a stack of black cats down there unti l struck some matches. Then I saw a square patch starboard side of the whale's stomach. Going o to 1t I read these words, 'Jonah, 79 B. C.' pririted then Jonah's own handwriting with Injy ink. Well, wh<; saw that I felt pretty bad, so I took a chaw of fine 1 tQ steady' my nerves. I guess I spilled some, for the fl of the whal e's began to h eave l ike a. baby eai quake. I saw at once that the whale wasn't used t o weed, so I took up a jackknife, which was lyinot and had the American eagle on one side and picture on the other; and cut up a plug of navy .,, bacco and scattered it around. After a while ano 9 he I ' earthqua,ke opened up under my feet, and I was thro into the sea. You know the rest." After Jack ha.cl finished his we rowed back td th< 'hip, and, j"'t "' w< mch

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'BUFFl\LO Bill .. ONLY STORlS by HON. WILUAM f. CODY .("Buffalo Bill") '58-Buffalo Bill's Mysterious Trail; or, Trac king a Hidden Foe. 59-Buffalo Bill and the Masked Hussar; or, Fighting the Prairie Pirates. 60-Buffalo Bill's Blind; or, Running the Death Gauntlet. Bill and the Mjsked Driver; or, The Fatal Run Through 62-Buffalo Bill's Still Hunt; or, Fighting the Robber of the Ranges \ 63-. Buffalo Bill and the Red Ri*r or, The Mad Driver of the Overlands. .64-Btiffalo Bill's Dead-Shot Pard; or, The Will-o' -the-Wisp of the Trails. 65-Buffalo Bill's Run-Down; or, The Red-Hand Renegade's Death. 66-Bufalo Bill's Red Trail; or, A Race for Ransom. 67-Buffalo Bill's Best Bower ; or, Calling the Turn on Death Notch Dick. 68-Buffalo Bill and the Gold Gh6.uls; or, Defying Death at Elephant Rock. 69-Buffalo Bill's Spy Shadower; or, The H e rmit of Grand Canyon. ,7e>-BJffalo Bill's Secret Camp; or, Trailing the Cloven f!:oofs. 71.....-Buffalo Bill's Sweepstake; or, Hunting the Paradise Mine. I 72-Buff.alo Bill and the Black Heart Desperado; or, The Wipe-Out at Last Chance. 73-Buffalo Bill's Death Charm; or, The Lady in Velvet. Bill's Desperate Strategy; or, The Mystery of the Cliff. 75-Buffalo Bill and the Black Mask; or, The Raffle of 76-Buffalo :Bill's Road Agent Round-Up; or, Panther Pete's 77-Buffalo Bill and the Renegade Queen; or, Deadly Han d's Stran ge D uel, 78-Buffalo BiH's Buckskin Band; or, Forcing the Redskins to the Wall. 79-Buffalo Bill's becoy Boys; or, The Death Rivals '0 the Big Horn. t 80-Buffal o Bill's Sure Shots; or, Buck Dawson's B,ig D raw. 81-Buffalo Bill's Texan Team; or, The Dog 82-Buffalo Bill's Water Trail; or,. Foiling th e Bandit. 83-Buffalo Bill's Hard Night's Work;. or, C<;Ptain Coolhand's Kidnaping P lot. 84-Buffalo Bill and the Scout Miner; or, The Mounted Shar p s of the Overland. 85-Bu ffalo Bill's Single-Handed Game; or, Nipping Outlaw r y i n the Bud 86-Buffalo Bill and the Lost Miners; or, Hemmed in by Red s k ins. 87-Buffalo Bill's Tenderfoot Pards; or, The Boys in. B lack. I 88-Buffalo Bill and the Man iQ Blue; or, The Voluntee r V igilantesof Silver Thread Cit 89-Bu ffalo Bill and Outcasts of Yellow Dust City; or, Figh t ing in the go-Buffalo Bill's Crippled Crew; or, Sunflower Sarti of Sh as ta I l All o f the ab ove numbers always on hand. I f you cannot g et them frofn your n ews deal e r five cents a c o p y will bring t hem to you by mail, pos t paid. STREET & SMITH, Publisher s 238 William Street, New York


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