## Buffalo Bill's air voyage, or, Fighting redskins from a balloon

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Issued Weektv By Subscription $2.50 p e r yeur. Entered as Second Class Matter at New York Post O ffice by STREE T & SMIT! 1 7q -8Q Sevent1' Ave. N. Y No. 228. Price, Five Cents. "Let her go, professor!" shouted Buffalo Bill. The balloon instantly shot upwards, dragging the three redskins with it. PAGE 2 morsrs A WEEK.LY PUBLICATION DEVOTED TO BORDER HIS.TORY /$sued Weekly. B y Subscription fa .;o fter year. Entere d as Second-deus Matier at tlte N. Y. Post O ffice, by STREET & SMITH, 7q-llq S eventh A venue N. Y Entered accordingto A c t of Cong-ress in the y ear 1905; in Office of the Li!Jrarian of Con,eress, Washin;rlon [). C. B eware of Wild West imitations of the Buffalo Bill Stories. They are abou t fictitious characters. The Buffalo Bill is the onl y weekly containing the adventures of Buffalo Bill, (Col. W. f. Cody) who is known all over the world as the king of scouts. No 228. N E W YORK, September 23, 1905. Priu Five Cents. BUFFALO BILL'S AIR VOYAfiE; Fighting Redskins From a Balloon. By the author of "BUFF ALO BILL.'' CHAPTER I. A CARD QUARREL. "Professor Gustave Lemoine will make his great and unparalleled balloon ascension from the Presidio to-mor row morning. All who are interested in the development of modern science are invited to be present. "The professor is from the Old World. He has been honor e d by the Emperor of Germany, the late Emperor of the French and several other European potentates As a balloonist he ranks supreme. Such a sight as this ascen sion has never yet been witnessed in the West." This was the announcement which thre e frontiersmen re a d u p o n a printed bill stuck upon a wall in San Francisco o n a sum m er's mornin g toward the close of the late seventies. They read it over and over again, with considerable astonishment, for t hey had never seen anything l ike i t b efore. They had heard of balloons and seen pictures of t hem in the Eastern papers, but they had never actually seen a balloon itself. Such a thing h ad neve r been bro ught to 'Frisco o r any other point in the Far West at that early period of its de velopment. Prof. Gustave Lemoine, the daring and ad ve,nturous French aeronautist, was the first man to th i nk of doing it. "Sounds pretty good ter me, Buff'ler," said one of the three scouts stroking his long and matted bea r d "f'd like t e r see the goldurned contraption The speak e r was old Nick Wharton the veteran trap per and the man whom he addressed was Buff al o B ill the king of the scouts

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2 THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. The latter was a man who would have attracted atten tion instantly in any company. He stood over six feet tall, and was a man whose grace ful figure did not conceal his great strength and athletic build. His face was open and truthful, affording a good index to his nature. He studied the bill on the wall for a moment, and then replied to the old trapper : "Yes, we will surely b e there. I never saw a balloon yet, and I certainly would like to do so. I wish the profes sor would take us for a trip with him in it, but I guess that's out of the question." "Gosh all hemlocks, Cody!" exclaimed Nick Wharton. "Do ye mean ter say ye would ride round in the clouds in a kafoozlin' thing like thet, an' come down kerplunk on the top of a mount'in? Not fer old Nick Wharton, thank'ee I'll stick ter the airth, until some red skin takes my scalp an' plants me unciarground." J:he old trapper's two companions laughed hear tily. The third man was Wild Bill the famous scout, whose record as an Indian fighter ranked only second to that of Buffalo Bill hin 1 self. "'Well, iet's wander along and take in the town," he said. '.'I haven t been in 'Frisco for two years, and it's a pretty good place to spend money in." "We certainly have got it to spend, for once in our lives," remarked Buffalo Bill. The three sc o uts had made a lucky strike in gold mining in Nevada a few months before, and had just come into San Francisco with several thousand dollars which they meant to spend befor.e they went to work again. "Where shall we go?" asked Buffalo Bill. "Let's go clown to the Gold Dust Sal o on," replied Wild Bill. "Something is generally doing down there. It's about the best place in 'Frisco to look for a fight, I reckon." "You certainly are always on the hunt for trouble, Hickok," laughed the border king. "Time enough for trouble when it troubles you! You needn't go looking for it. But, come aloi1g We' ll see what's doing." The three scouts strode along the street, gismissing the notice of the balloon ascension from their minds for the time being. But were soon to be reminded of it in a forcible manner. They walked to the saloon, a notorious resort of the "bad men" of San Francisco in that day, and sat down at a table and ordered some lunch. Looking around they saw that the room, which W
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THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. "And here's my trump!" yelled the bully, drawing a big six-shooter from his belt and leveling it within a few inches of the foreigner's nose. "Say another word, and I'll fire! Now, will you give up you r claim to the pot?" "Mais non, you scoundrel! I on it, and I demand that I have it. Fire, if you choose and murder me, as you are trying to cheat me." The Frenchmen folded his arms and looked calmly at the muzzle of the revolver, without a tremor of fear on his face. By this time the associates of the bully, who were play ing with him at the table, had shown a disposition to take a hand in this new game. They, too, had risen to their feet and drawn their guns. Things looked ugly for the Frenchman, and he would probably have paid with his life for his boldness in oppos ing the bullies and cheats, had not help suddenly come to him from an unexpected quarter. CHAPTER II. UP IN A BALLOON. "Drop those guns !" The three bullies turned their heads at this stern com mand, coming from behind them, and found that they were covered by the revolvers of Buffalo Bill and his two companions. They looked into the eyes of the scouts, with a mo ment's hesitation, but they saw that those who threatened them were not men with whom it was safe to trifle. If they delayed to obey the order, it would not be re peated. It would be followed by a bullet through the head of each one of them. The three guns were dropped to the floor, almost in the same second "Throw up your hands!" The men did as they were told by Buffalo Bill. "Now, march!" Silently, the three "bad men" turned and wal ked out of the saloon, casting evil glances behind them at the French man and the plucky scouts who had so unexpectedly cham pioned his cause. "The pot is undoubtedly yours, sir," said Buffalo Bill, turning to the foreigner and addressing him with his char acteristic courtesy. "\Ve were watching the game, and we saw that you played the winning card. Take up the stakes." As the Frenchman did so, he profoundly to the knight of the plains, and said : "Monsieur, permit me to offer to you my profound thanks for ze noble and quick assistance you give to me. Prof. Gustave Lemoine will always be your debtor." "So, you are the famous French balloonist!" Cody ex claimed. "I had an idea that you were the moment I set eyes upon you." The Frenchman bowed again, his little black eyes twink ling with pleasure. "Mais oui, I am the balloonist," he replied, "but as to the famous balloonist-well, that is another matter." "And, how was it that you came so far out West into this wild country?" asked Cody. "I aim to spread the knowledge of ballooning all over the known world," replied the enthusiastic Frenchman, gesticulating freely as he talked. "It is the greatest thing of the future-to conquer the air and master it as man has mastered the sea. I will demonstrate that it can be done. I will show to-morrow how my balloon can sail in any direction I wish. I will guide it at my will." "Indeed!" exclaimed Buffalo Bill. "I was alwa-ys under the impression that a balloon had to drift at the mercy of the winds and air currents, like a ship without a tiller." "It has been so in the past," said the professor, eagerly, "but it shall be so no longer. I, Gustave Lemoine, have fitted a tiller to a balloon that will steer it just as surely as a ship is steered at sea. I have tried it, and I know what it will do. "I have sailed my balloon in many parts of the worldin Asia, in Africa, in Europe. N o 'w, I have come to sail it in America-in the furthest and wildest part of America." "Good for you, old hoss !"cried Nick Wharton, smack ing his thigh. "I'll be there to see ye do it to-morrow." "And so will we all," added Buffalo Bill. The professor bowed his acknowledgments. * * * On the following day the Presidio was crowded by hundreds of men eager to see the balloon ascent which had been so widely advertised. There were not.wanting people who believed that it was. merely a "fake/' and would not come off; but they were si'enced when they saw the huge gas bag that several men were inflating, under the direction of Prof. Lemoine. Attached to the bag by many ropes was a basket car large enough to accommodate half a dozen people easily.

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4 THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. It fitted with a broad, fanlike apparatus at one end, which was evidently intended to steer the balloon. Inside the car, the professor had a considerable supply of food and water, besides guns, ammunition, grappling irons, sand bags full of ballast, and other necessary ar ticles. Evidently, the professor was an experienced man in his line of work, and believed in starting out well pte pared. When all was made ready, and he was about to give the word to let go the ropes and allow the balloon to soar upward to the clouds, he forward to the front of the crowd of men who were watching him, and asked : "Is there any man here who is willing to come with me?" There was no response for a moment, and then the ques tion was repeated, and the professor looked straight at Buffalo Bill, who was standing on the outskirts of the crowd, in company with Wild Bill and Nick Wharton. "You will come with me, will you not, sir?" he pleaded. "You are the brave man who saved my lie yesterday. Nuw, you shall have the glory of seeing the conquest of the air "How long will you be gone, and where are you going, professor?" asked Buffalo Bill, cautiously. The Frenchman shrugged his shoulders expressively. I ""Who can tell?" he said. "I plan to Be gone a week, and .to sail to the eastward over the mountains. But something may go wrong-there may be a leak in the gas bag-pouf we go pop, and come down to the ground too quick. But, I think it is not so I think I have everything well fixed. Will you come?" Buffalo Bill looked hard at his companions before re plying. The prospect that the balloon might burst and come hurtling down to the ground was not a very inviting one, but he did not care to let the Frenchman think he was afraid. He was never the man to take a "dare." "I'll come, professor he said, suddenly. "And I'll come with you, too," added Wild ;Bill. ''You fellers must be goldurned crazy, remoMtra ted old Nick Wharton, with an outburst of anger. "Ter go Sailin' around tie4 on ter the end of a gas bag-I never heard o' sech nonsense! I won't come with you-thet's a cinch! Old Nick Wharton's got sunthin' better ter do at his time o' life. You can look me up when you come back ter town, ef you ever do. I'll go out on a little trappin' expe dition on my own account, an' you can go 'round in your kafoozlin' gas bag. Good-by!" And the incensed old trapper turned on his heel and strode away from the crowd, not even waiting to see his friends make the ascent. A few moments lat i r, amid the cheers of the onlook ers, the professor gave the word and the grappling iron which had held the balloon to the ground was pulled up. Instantly the g eat bag shot upward, bearing Buffalo Bill, Wild Bill and the aeronaut with it. Up and up they went, until the mighty balloon was a mere speck in the heavens, as seen from the ground; and then it took an easterly direction to head over the moun tains, and was soon lost to view. CHAPTER III. IN THE HANDS OF THE TEJONS. Four clays after the departure of the balloon there was a strange and thrilling scene in a mountain gorge about forty miles from 'Frisco. A group of Tejon Indians, hideous in their war paint, their feathers and their sava g e ornaments, were gathered rotl)l.d a white man, their prisoner, whom they had bound to the stake. He was dressed in hunter s garb, but was weaponless. His cruel captors were dancing and whooping in hideous glee around him, brandishing their weapons in his face, and uttering cries of derision at his plight. "Howl on, ye red varmints, Uf!til ye crack the paint on yer ugly mugs !" muttered the prisoner. He was our old friend Nick Wharton, who had gone on his trapping expedition as soon as the balloon departed, only to fall promptly into the hands of a band of Tejon Indians "White man often trap and shoot in Tejon country, laughed one of the redskins, waving a knife within a few inches of Nick Wharton's face. "He boast that red men never catch him. Now we have him, and he pay dear. He shall die, but not quickly." -"Yott w ouldn't have had me, though, if ..you hadn't caught me asleep over there on the mou,ntain. That's the trouble of going out on sech a trip without a pard. Ef I'
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6 THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. death dance ceased, and the hideous shouts and yells of the other braves died away instantly. Every eye was turned in the direction indicated by the pointing hand of the chief. Abject terror and dismay at once took possession of all, except the captive at the stake. The speck above t)le mountains had enlarged to a symmetrical sphere, pear shaped and beautiful, which momentarily swelled in its proportions as it swept onward and downward with inconceivable rapidity under the im pulse of the strong wind which had sprung up. To the civilized eye, it was only a balloon, but to the superstitious redskins it was the embodied Wind Spirit of the
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THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. 7 prising, as the missile fell from a height of several hun dred feet. The three redskins were still being carried upward, and theirtrau. tic shrieks of terror resounded even more loudly than the yell!\ with which they had s ought to frighten old Nick Wharton when he was bound to the stake. ".By hookey, professor!" exclaimed the trapper, look ing down; "they're still dangling to one another, like sassages on a string. ,"You do not need to wor!'y about that, mon ami," was the calm reply of the Frenchman "They will soon d rop." The words were hardly out of his mouth when, with a t erriqle yell, the lowermost loosened his grip and plunged head qownward. ,, s oon t he se cond followed his exan1ple, giving an un earthly shriek as he went tumbling and over through space. Onl 1 the 1-pan held by the grapnel remained, but he, too, went presently, his wampum belt breaking in halves under his weight. The baloon shot upward with frightful rapidity as soon as it was relieved of the weight of the Indians : Slowly th e scene below grew wider and more chessboard-like and miniature in its character. .. Streams became silver threads of gossamer fineness, vast forests were irregular plots that looked as if they might have been covered with the palm of the hand, and brocid lakes were little wells of water. It was a sublime, never-to-be-forgotten Old Nick Wharton had never seen its like before, but it was, of course, alr eady familiar to the other two scouts, who had been with the balloon for several clays. The old trapper gazed down over the edge of the car on the tremendous landscape spread out before him, and he tlfought that he would never tire of looking ; down FiHally, the voice of the aeronaut aroused him. "Come my friend he said, "we have mounted high, and it is growing colder every minute. Do you not feel it so? Take some of these blankets. Your friends are already w rapped \ Nick Wharton, aroused from the seli1i-trance into which the novelty and magnificence of the spectacle had thtown him, now keenly felt the change in the tempera tu,re. It was colder than in the coldest winter he had known There were a number of blank ets down in one of the car, and Nick rolled l;imself up in a couple of them. He saw that his comrades had done likewise.' "How did you manage ter hit the location whar them durned.._ redskins was goin' ter frizzle me?" he asked Buffalo Bill, as they reclined side by side on the bottom of the car.
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8 THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. The Frenchman looked at him sharpl y and chuckled in a high-pitched eerie manner. "Shall we go?" he answered. "I am quite willing." The other men stared at him in amazement Buffalo Bill saw-what he had not previously suspected -th
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10 THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. he would have no time to reverse the steering geer or throw out ballast so that the balloon would upward, in case he met with an obstruction in his path. As he was thinking over these things, the very event that he dreaded cfame to pass. Wild Bill and Nick Wharton lying upoh the ground, a few yards away. He reached for the flask of brandy and water which he was carrying at his belt, and applied it to the lips bf Wild Bill. 'Through the clouds he saw dimly the forms of The scout opened his eyes; and feebly announced that trees outlined against the dark slope of a vast mountai!1 he was all right. They were right in front of him, and he knew that in "Any bones broken, old pard ?" asked Cody. a few seconds he and his friends would crash among them, and the balloon would in all probability be rent in fragments. "Up!" he shrieked, in a frantic voice. "Up! We are doomed!" The three scouts were accustomed to sleeping lightly, like all men who habitually held their lives in their hands. They sprang to their feet on the instant, and, with the instinct of experienced frontiersmen, their hands went naturally to the butts of their revo lvers. Then, almost in the same second, they remembered that they were up in a balloon, and had no reason to expect a fight with the redskin foes with whose wiles they were so familiar. Lemoine yelled frantically, but, almost before the screech had escaped from his lips, there was a sickening thud. The car struck the ground violently, and the vast bulk of the balloon was entangled among the branches of the trees that crested the peak of the mountain. The four men were hurled violently to the ground. Before he fell, Lemoine, with the instinct of the born balloonist, hurled the grappling anchor overboard. lt struck in the lower branches of a huge tree, and brought the great bag up with a round turn. The balloon was securely anchored. CHAPTER VI. ATTACKED BY NIGHT. The four men, hurled violently to the ground, remained for some few minutes unconscious. Then Lemoine crawled to his feet, groped about in the I darkness, and said : "Is this you, Cody?" "Yes," replied the border king, rising feebly from the ground, for he had been badly stunned. "Are you much hurt, Lemoine ?" "No," said the Frenchman. The border king looked around and saw the ngures of "No, I don't feel any. The two friends turned their attention fo Nick Wharton. He had sustained a bad blow on the head, which had knocked him out completely; but he, tcio, soon revived. "The balloon is safe, thank goodness!'' Lemoi11e an nounced, coming up to the scouts. They tested th e anchor and fonnd that it had caught fast, aHd could not be torn away by anything less than a violent storm. "The best thing we can do is to stay here for the night said the aeronaut. "In the morning we can take ot1r direction and get over the top of the mountains without any difficulty. I don't know that I could do it on this dark night. It would be very dangerous .. We have had such a narrow escape that we ought not to tempt fortune any more. What do you say, Cody?" "I fully agree with you," replied the border king: "Luckily we have enough gas in the bag to carry us to the cave you spoke of on the other side of the ;idge, where the natural gas is found "Yes, we have enough for that, thoui;;h the supply is running low." "Well, we must set a watch for rest of the night," remarked the king of the stouts. "We are now well in the Tejon country, and some of their scouts or war par ties may be upon the prowl. "It is a dark night, but the balloon is a pretty big object, and, if they see it, they .yill be su,re to come up and investigate." The others agreed, and Cody and Wild Bill kept the first watch. They were to awaken the others a cciuple of hours be fore the dawn, so that they themselves might have a little sleep. For an hour or more, nothing passed to arouse the suspicion of the watchful sentinels. Then Cody held up his hand, and made a gesture warn ing Wild Bill to keep p erfect silence and be ready to act on the moment's notice

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THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. 11 That gesture was hardly needed, for Hickok had heard CHAPTER VII. the same snapping of a twig which had caught the acute ear of the king of the scouts. Silently the two men waited, their hands tightly grasp ing their revolvers. Dimly, through the trees, they saw the figures of four Indians approaching. They could .tell them by their feather headdresses, which showed plainly outlined against the faint light of the stars. The blade of ia tomahawk glinted over the sleeping figure of Lemoine, who was sleeping nearest to the stealthy attackers of the camp. Before it could descend, Buffalo Bill's revolver cracked, and the bullet sped true to its mark. With a low groan, the redskin sank in liis tracks. The bullet had penetrated his brain, and he died on the instant. The other savages gave a whoop of amazement and rage when they saw the fall of their comrade. They had expected to surprise the camp, and take a few scalps without the slightest trouble; but they were now to discover and rue their mistake. Buffalo Bill promptly fired again, and in the same in stant Wild Bill's revolver belched forth a deadly missile. Three of the four redskins had fallen, and the fourth took to his heels and fled through the trees and thick underbrush in deadly terror. "After him, pard !" shouted Buffalo Bill. "We don't want him to get away, or he may bring some more of these sneaking Tejons upon us." The three scouts dashed through the wood, 'but the redskin had got a good start, and in the darkness of the night they could not well follow the direction he had taken. Soon they returned, giving up the pursuit in disgust. Their first duty was to guard the camp, and they did not, therefore, want to stray far away from it. Returning, they found that Nick Wharton aAd Le moine had been awakened by the sound of the shots and were standing on guard, revolvers in hand. The four men watched together, but no further attack was made that night, and in the morning, soon after dawn, they climbed into the balloon, cast loose the grapp lin g anchor and resumed their journe,Y toward the cave w here the natural gas was to be found .... INTERRUPTING A REDSKIN MEAL. It was a fine morning, brigllt and sunny, and a vast expanse of landscape could be distinctly seen. The three scouts and their eccentric host kept a bright lookout for Indians, for they were now in the very heart of the Tejon country. Mile after mile was passed, and at last they were clear over the summits of the mountain chain, and sailing round on the other side toward the cavern where they were to replenish their gas supply. "Strange we haven't seen more of the redskins; they ought to be pretty thick hereabouts," said Wild Bill, as he took the glass from the professor and glanced around the horizon. "We shall see them quite soon enough for our health when we get to the cave, perhaps," said Bu:alo Bill. ''See, we must skirt down along the ridge," the excit able, little Frenchman suddenly cried. "The cave that we seek is many miles lower down." ''Send her along, professor!" shouted Nick Wharton. "You can steer the goldurned contraption jest as I would ride a broncho." Prof. Lemoine seized the crank of the great fan wheel and began to whirl it round at a great rate. He occupied in this way for a considerable time, while Nick gazed over the side at the varied and wonderful pano rama beneath. As they passed slowly over the mountains, the bold and jagged spur of the main range, which formed here a huge sugar-loaf cone, air current in which they sailed so long suddenly failed, leaving them absolutely becalmed in mid air; while below them, and between them and the earth, fleecy clouds went sailing on, looking like carded wool. "This is a most remarkable phenomenon to occur at this brief distance from the earth," said the professor, consulting the barometer and other scientific instruments. "We are scarcely half a mile high and utterly becalmed, while the clouds beneath us are in constant motion." "Yes, and here is an Injun encampment right at our feet," said Nick Wharton. They all looked over, and, through a break in the cloudy floor, saw a dozen or more Indians gathered together at the foot of the mountain, and at such a short distance that their voices could be distinctly heard. A single wigwam, or temporary lodge, of bark and skins, stood a little distance apart.

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12 THE BUFF ALO BILL STOR'IES. The Indians appeared to be busily engaged in lighting a 5re, preparatory to making a pot boil, which was sus pended on a cross piece, st1pported by two upright cross sticks over a heap of fagots, befote which two or three of the savages knelt, patiently striking their flihts and while their louhged about lbOkihg ltuiily on. "Now," said professor, rnbbing his hands and ing, "here is a tapital chahce to improve upo11 the supetstititit1s loafers' regatd for my si111ple balloon. How much .. did we lay in with cut pre>visions, Wild Billi'" I "1'wG kegs abd a barrel, t'eplied Wild Bill. "Good enough!" said the other, stooping and raisihg a small trapdoor which operted upon a hole about twelve inches square in the bottom Gf the car. "Now1 slirtg that water barrel over here, so that the spigot will ditectl:> : over the ce11t.:'.' of this hole. I am going to see if we ca11't tmule those f !lows a little before they succeed in making thll.t pot boil.'' In the meantime, the lndi'.ltls below, utterly tlblivious of enemies or mischief makers in their vicinity, kept up their efforts to light thefr fire. At' length one of them succeeded in obtaining the mt.1chdesired spnrk. This he applied it to the artots in a cage. He had barely pushed his. way among them, face disfigttred with rage, however, before a perfect deluge bf water-Jar the bottom of the water task had at this 1110mertt fallef1 out-Carne splashing down, th
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THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. 13 satisfactorily, unmarred by mysterious apparitions of 11ny kind. A new fire was started1 this time with success, a11d the appetizing contents of the stew pot began to simmer \ The resulting odor ca.used the expectant redskins to lick their chops. The big chief, on reaching the interi o r of his lodge, threw himself ttpon a heap of deerskins and lighted a pipe, while his good-looking better half sat at his sidei playing with her papoose a11d prattling to her lbrd so merrily as to frequently cause a gtitn smile to overspread his harsh and warlike featttres. Suddenly, however he rose into a sitti11g posture, and curiously eyed the birchen canopy over his head, for it was n1oving and swaying to and fro in a surprising and unac countable manner. His squaw a\so noticed it, and sprang to her feet in alarm. The wigwam was not only shaking from its apex to the ground, but it was actually being carried bodily up into the air. The chief leaped upon his feet and gave vent to a most appalling yell. Then he clutched his rifle. His followers about the fire answ"ed his cry of consternation with terror in their harsh voices. They tun1ed their attention from the fire to their mysti fied l eader_, just in time to see him left roofless, while the wigwam by some mysterious power from above, sl ow ly soared into the air, tlntil it hung on a level with the highest tree tops . At last it caught on the top of a lofty peaked cedar where it hung, looking like a monstrous nightcap on the head of a giant. The savages fairly shrieked with amazement. Suddenly a puff of wind parted the ciouds. The bright sun sh o ne out and revealed to the yelling redskins the weird figure of the professor. He was peering over the side of the car of the balloon, and as his ga z e met that of the Indians, he shook his fist at them in cleverly assumed wrath. By his side were Buffalo Bill and Nick Wharton. CHAPTER VIII. CLAWIN G A DEAR. Before the Indians could do anything to get the venge ance they thought was their due, the baloon shot up far above them, under the influence of the ballast hastily thrown out by Wild Bill, under the professor s direction. I ''We sartinly di
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14 THE BUFF ALO BILL The bear began to roar as he felt the sharp prongs of the grapnel. Buffalo Bill, leaning over the side of the car, quickly emptied the contents of his revolver into the great animal, but with apparently no other effect than to increase his fury. "We'll have to cast anchor in a tree, and then you can lower me to the ground, where I can get a better shot at the beast," said Buffalo Bill. The professor acceded to this plan rather reluctantly. He muttered between his teeth, rather unintelligibly, about "some folks thinking of their stomachs before their work." However, despite his evident aversion to Cody's plan, it was not long before the balloon was anchored to a stunted pine. BuffalQ_ Bill, with the assistance of Wild Bill and Nick Wharton, hastily fastened a line 'to his shoulders, having first reloaded his revolver. "Now, let me down easy," he said, as he clambered over the edge of the car, "and be ready to jerk me out of reach, if you see it growing a little hot down there." The car was swinging in the air about twenty-five feet from the ground, and the border king was speedily low ered down. The bear, in the meantime, had been pawing away at his left ear, in a vain attempt to detach himself from the grapnel, but no sooner did he see the hunter within his reach than he tore himself free, and rushed upon him with a furious roar. Buffalo Bill greeted him with a pistol ball in the throat, but the next instant his friends swung him free of the ground, and over the bear's head, which received another bullet just behind the ear, before he could wheel his cum-' bersome form to meet this new assault. Again Cody hopped lightly over, and another ball was buried in his shaggy side. These tactics were repeated so often that the bear seemed to tire of his previous efforts at defense and merely reared himself oti his haunches and struck out with his formidable claws. But Buffalo Bill's pistol was, by this time, empty again, so he returned it to his belt, and, unsheathing his long hunting knife, prepared himself for what he felt would be a desperate battle. "Now, jump me gently over his head," he called out to his companions, "and be wide awake, or you may land me in an ugly fix." Almost as soon as he had spoken, he found himself lifted from his feet, and the next instant he landed up o n the ground just behind the bear. The great creature narrowly missed pawing him as he swung over its head. As it was, the bear turned too late. With a terrific stab, Cody buried his knife to the hilt be tween his terrible opponent's shoulders. Again he drove it home, following up his advantage. At each repeated stroke Wild Bill and Nick pulled on the line and lifted their brave leader out of harm's way. The contest was too uneven to last long, and at length the shaggy monster, bleeding from a dozen wounds, rolled over and expired. "His skin is so full holes that you could use it for a liver pad," said Nick Wharton, at once beginning to carve his way into the great carc ass. "Just have a little patience, mate!!, and I'll have as fine a quarter of bear meat as you'd wish to see." In a short time they were back in the car together, with a splendid piece of fat flesh, from which Wild Bill carved two steaks for breakfast. This meal dispatched, the grapnel was loosed from the pine to which it had been attached, and the balloon, bear ing the little party, was once more sweeping through the air before a span ing breeze. CHAPTER IX. THE BALLOONISTS HUNT BUFFALOES. "That was pretty good sport, remarked Wild Bill, as the aeronaut sped onward. "I wish we could have some more like it. It's almost as good as fighting redskins from the air. I "There is plenty of game on the I?lains," Cody observed. "I guess we shall have all the sport and adventure we want before we are through with this contract. We have done pretty well up to date. This balloon is a better mount than any broncho I ever busted." Goldurn all hemlock, but if I had known thet balloonin' was sech good fun I'd hev done it all my life," exclaimed old Nick. "Lend me the glass, professor," said the border king. Lemoine handed it to him. Cody looked carefully around the horizon, and then he put down the glass, and said: "It is as I thought. I fancied I could see them with the naked eye, and the glass tells me that I was right." "What's the matter?" asked Wild Bill.

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THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. CHAPTER X. THE CAVERN OF NATURAL GAS. Toward the close of the day, the balloon was anchored at the mouth of the cavern in which, according to the professor's information, the supply of natural gas was to be found. It was none too soon. The bag of the monster of the air was already very much deflated, and it was only by dint of throwing out the remainder of their sand ballast that the aeronauts man aged to make a safe descent. "It is too late to do anything to-night," Lemoine an nounced. "It will take me several.hours to fill the balloon, and it is a delicate and difficult operation, that must be done by daY'light." "Couldn't you do it by torchlight?" Wild Bill suggested. The professor laughed loudly. "And ignite the natural ga:s and blow ourselves to pieces!" he exclaimed. "That would be good, would it not, Monsieur Hickok ?" Wild Bill hung his head in shame, as he realized the ab. surdity of his suggestion. "We must not have a light of any kind while we are in the neighborhood of this cave," the Frenchman continued. "It will be as much as your life is worth to smoke a pipe around here. Remember that." It was a cheerless camp that the balloonists had that night. Without a fire .or a smoke, they chewed a little dry pem mican and drank water from a spring near by. Far off, in a valley below, they could see the light of a Tejon village; and they wondered, with much misgiving, whether the Tejons had seen them as they de\$Cended in the balloon. If so, they might e xpect to be attacked that night', or, at latest, soo n after dawn in the morning. The balloon, for the time being, was useless to them; for it lay upon the ground as flat as a pancake. "This is a night when we must all sit up and watch," said Cody. "We may have to flee for our lives at any moment. "It would not be wise to make a stand in the cave if we are attacked, because' of w 1at the professor says about the inflammability of the natural gas. "The flash of a gun would set it off, and then we should b e do ne for just as surely as if the redskins lifted our s calps." is quite true," Lemoine agreed. "If the Indians come, we must run. We must not dischar g e firearms near here on any account." The four men waited silently, hour after hour, and at length the attack which they looked for came upon them. The balloon had been left on the ground, a hundred feet from the mouth of the cave, and the white men were seated on the ground near by it. Suddenly Buffalo Bill pointed, and the saw ad vancing toward the cave through the trees a large number of redskins. They counted at least fifty, and there were others be hind. They were going straight into the mouth of the cave, where they evidently supposed that the palefaces had taken up their quarters. "Let us go," whispered Buffalo Bill. "We will look for a place where we can make a stand." "Did you notice that settler's cabin, about a mile down the slope, as we ma.de the descent?" said Wild Bill. "Let us make for that. It may be deserted. If it is not, so much the better for us. The people will help us to stand off the Tejons. They must be pretty brave folk, to live on the edge ohhe territory of a dangerous tribe like that." The scouts arose silently, intending to make their de parture unobservoo, if possible, when Lemoine stopped them with age ture. "Watch! Watch!" he said. The Indians had stopped at the mouth of the cave, and hesitated. Evidently they were listening for any sounds that would tell them that the white men were inside. They heard none, and they gave vent to some low grunts of surpris At length several of them entered the mouth of the cave. "Watch!" whispered Lemoine again. The w o rds were hardly out of his mouth before one of the redskins made a light with flint and steel, and kindled a torch. He was standing at the entrance, and so there was not an immediate explosion. Bii.t the white men watched eagerly, certain of 0what th e end would be. The savage advanced into the cave ho ldinohis torch 0 above his head, and looking round eagerly for his ,palC'face foes. Suddenly there was a tremend o us explosion. The natural gas that filled the cave ha:d i g nited. Screams and yells followed, but most of tpe redskins in

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18 THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. the cave had been blown to pieces at once, and were given no time even to utter their death cry. The greater number of the Tejons, however, had not gone into the cave, and therefore escaped the explosion, though some of them were blown off their feet. Their frantic cries showed that they were determined to have vengeance for what they doubtless thought was a trick played on them by their paleface 0es. "It's high time we were going," said Buffalo Bill, in a whisper. "They must know that we are not in the cave, or we should have been blown up by the explosion they think we arranged. They will search around for us, and they will be sure to find us, because they will see the bal loon." Suiting the action to the word. the king of the scouts rose to his feet and started off down the tree-clad slope at a smart run, followed by his comrades. They had not gone far before they were seen by some of the Tejons, who started in hot pursuit, uttering loud yells as they ran. Luckily Jh
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22 THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. "When they get hold of a lonely settler or trapper, they will not hesitate to capture him and torture him to death, in spite of all the fine promises they are making now." ''Then, we must still be on our guard?" "Yes. I think we are safe enough when we are with the balloon, even on the ground, for they are scared to death of it." "I hope they have not destroyed it." "Little fear _of that. I don't think there's a Tejon who would dare to touch it, after what the redskins have seen it do." "Well, let us hasten to the cave, and see whether it i s all right. If so, I will fill the bag with the natural gas, and we will sail back to 'Frisco." CHAPTER XIII. TH;E LAST OF THE BALLOON. The four friends bade farewell to the Mullinses and the soldiers who had come to their rescue so opportunely, and then made their way back to the cave. As Buffalo Bill had foreseen, the Indians had not harmed the balloon or its car in any way. They had not even stolen any of the stores in the car, though some of them were things highly prized by the redskins. This was to be accounted for, in a measure by the fact that they had hastened to pursue the whites when the latter fled to the log hut; but it was mainly due to the super stitious fear in which the Tejons held the Wind Spirit. "Goldurn it, professor, but how are we goin' to blow up yer blessed bag ag'in ?" asked old Nick Wharton. "All the nateral gas got blown up in thet thar big explosion when the Tejon fooled around with a light." The professor smiled at the old trapper's ignorance. "Mon ami you are a great hunter, but you know very little about natural laws he retorted. "This natural gas comes bubbling up from nature's vast reservoir all the time, just as artificial gas is supplied through a pipe. The gas that was ignited has been replaced by a fresh supply long before this, so we shall have all we need to expand th e b a lloon." The sc o uts discovered that this was the far::t, and they aided the professor in his work so effectually that the balloon was ready for another ascension in a few hours. "If we strike favorable air currents, we ought to reach San Francisco in a day and a half," said the professor. "But we are like a ship at sea. We depend upon the wind entirely. We may be becalmed." "Or even wrecked," said Cody. "That is not so likely. The main danger is running into the top of a mountain, as we have already done. We must look out for that, but when you are among the clouds it is not easy to see ahead quick enough to make an ascension and dodge the danger. "There is only one other great peril in ballooning, to my mind, and that is being caught in the center of a bad thunderstorm. A flash of lightning may split the bag and let the gas escape. Then you may say your prayers, if you are pious men. This. has never happened to me, but it did happen to a friend of mine who made an ascension at the time I was away at the South Pole, exploring the mar velous mysteries of the Antarctic Circle, where--" "Say, professor," Cody cut in ,. eager to keep the excit able monomaniac off this pet subject of his, "doesn't the bag of a balloon ever burst from the pressure of the gas inside it?" The Frenchman's lips curled. "Not if the balloonist knows anything of his business," he said "You would not let your gun burst by keeping it in suclt bad condition that rust choked up the barrel, would you?" "No." "Well, so it is with us. We have a valve to let the gas escape from if its pressure becomes too great." "Profe sor, said Wild Bill, breaking into the conver sation and interrupting the Frenchman's little scientific dissertation. "You were talking about the danger of a thunderstorm just now. Here is one coming up! Do you see that heavy bank of clouds over there? We are driving right into them, and the storm will burst pretty soon The profess9r looked at the bank of clouds with consid erable apprehension. "This is the worst peril we have faced yet," he said. "It i s g reat e r than when we were towed by the buffaloes oi be sieg ed by the fodi a ns in that hut. I will try to dod&e the storm, but I fear I can't do

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' BUFFALO BILL STORIES Containing the, Most Thrilling Adventures of the Celebrated Government Scout "BUFFALO BILL" (Hon. William f. Cody) 185-Buffalo Bill's Best Shot; or, Saving Uncle Sam's Troopers. 186-Buffalo Bill's Girl Pard; or, The Mystery of the Blindfold Club. 187-Buffalo Bill's Eagle Eye; or, The Battle of the Staked Plains. 188-Buffalo Bill's Arizona Alliance; or, Nav ajos Against Apaches. 189"-Buffalo Bill's Mexican Adventure; or, The White Indians of Yucatan. Bill After the Bandits; or, Chasing the W yarning Bank Robbers. 191-Bu:ffalo Bill's Red Traijer; or, The Hole-in the-Wall Outlaws of Wyoming. 192-Buffalo Bill in the Hole-in-the-Wall; or, Fighting the Wyoming Bank Robbers. 193-Buffalo Bill and the Bandit in Armor; or, The Mysterious Horseman of the Moun tains. 194-Buffalo Bill and the Masked Mystery; or, The Wild Riders of the Wilderness. 195-Buffalo Bill in the Valley of Death; or, The Masked Brotherhood. 196-Buffalo Bill in the Land of Fire; or, Nick Nomad the Mountain Wanderer. 197-Buffalo Bill in the Den of Snakes; or, The Search for a Ton of Gold. 198-Buffalo Bill's Nebraskan Quest; or, The Secret Brotherhood of the Platte1 199-Buffalo Bill and the Hounds of the Hills; or. The Traitor Trooper. 200-Buffalo Bill's Young Partner; or, The Out law Queen's Cipher Message. 201-Buffalo Bill's GreaJ Search; or, Bagging Bad Birds in Wyomin g. 202-Buffalo Bill and the Boy in Blue; or, The Ghost Dancers of the Bad Lands 203-Buffalo Bill's Long Chase; or, Nervy Frank's Leap for Life. 204-Buffalo Bill's Mine Mystery; or, Conquer ing the Brotherhood of the Crimson Cross. 205-Buffalo Bill's Stratel"ic Tactics; or, Trail ing the Terrible Thirty-nine. 2o6-Buffalo Bill's Big Jack Pot; or, A Game for a Life. 207-Buffalo Bill's Last Bullet; or, Solving the Mystery of Robber's Rock. 208-Buffalo Bill's Deadliest Peril; or, The Pursuit of Black Barnett, the Outlaw. 209"-Buffalo Bill's Great Knife Duel; or, The White Queen of the Sioux. 2 o-Buffalo Bill's Blind Lead; or, The Treasure of the Commander. 2II-Buffalo Bill's Sacrifice; or, For a Woman's Sake. 212-Buffalo Bill's 'Frisco Feud; or, California Joe to the Rescue. :213-Buffalo Bill's Diamond Hunt; or, The King of Bonanza Gulch. 214-Buffalo Bill's Avenging Hand; or, Lariat Larry's Last Thr9w. 215-Buffalo Bill's Mormon Quarrel; or, At War with the Danites. 216-Buffalo Bill's Deadshot Pard; or, The Evil Spirit of the Plains. 217-Buffalo Bill's Cheyenne Comrades; or, The Brand of th e Death Brotherhood. 218-Buffalo Bill's Fiery Trail; Lone Bear's Paleface Pard. 219"-Buffalo Bill's Sioux Foes; or, The Noosing of Big Elk. 220-Buffalo Bill's Cold Trail ; or, The Medicine Woman of the Apaches. 221-Buffalo Bill's Iron Fist; or, The Tiger of the Kiowas. 1 222-Buffalo Bill's Race with Fire; or, Saving His Enemies. 223-Buffalo Bill's Florida Foes; or, Hunting Down the Seminoles. 224-Buffalo Bill's Grim Climb; or, Fighting In dians in Mexico. 225-Buffalo Bill's Red Enemy; or, The Wizard of the Comanches. 226-Buffalo Bill on a Traitor's Track; or, The White Chief of the Crows. 227-Buffalo Bill's Last Bullet; or, Red Cloud's Smoke Signal. 228-Buffalo Bill's Air Voyage; or, Fighting Redskins from a Balloon. 229"-Buffalo Bill's Death Thrust; or, Snake Eye's Silent Doom. All of the above numbers always on hand. If you cannot "ct them from your newsdealer, five cents per copy wi1t bring them to you by mail, postpaid . STRT & SMITH, Publishers, 79 ... 89 Seventh Aveo, N\V YORK '

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.Exciting Tales of .the Western Border "' The uff alo Bill Stories THE upbuilding of the West was due to a large extent to the brave scouts and pioneers who fought the Redskins, using their own tactics and who taught the savages such a severe lesson that the settlers were destined to remain unmolested. Fore most among these brave scouts stands Col0nel William F. Cody, or as he is better known, Buffalo Bill. He is the hero of a thousand adventures on the plains. These are given to our boys only in the Buffalo Bill Stories. They are bound to interest and you ._ ._ .. Beware of wild West imitations of the Buffalo Bill Stories. They are about fictitious characters. The Library containing the Buffalo Bill Stories is the only weekly per mitted to recount the adventures of Buffalo Bill, who is known all over the world as "The King of Scouts." ===Price, 5 Cents=== For Sale by all Newsdealers, or sent, post paid, upon receipt Qf price by the Publishers STREET & SMITH, 79 to 89 Seventh Avenue, NEW YORK_

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