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.


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


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

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.


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'

THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. 5 brave who had previously spoken "We make him yell steadily on the little speck in the sky which was corning soon-we make him cry out for mercy like a squaw "No, goldurn you, you won't!" cried Nick Wharton. "You and all your tribe kin--"' He stopped in the middle of the sentence, arid strained his eyes eagerly at the distant horizon. He had seen a sight which made him think he must be dreami.1g. Surely it could not be-surely he must be imaginingand yet the speck came nearer and nearer, until at Jast there could no longer be any possible doubt. It was the professor's balloon coming toward him at a rapid rate, at the height of about half a mile from the ground. In it, as he well knew, were his two best friends and comrades Buffalo Bill and Wild Bill. As soon as they saw the peril in which he was placedand probably Buffalo Bill's eagle eye had already seen itthey would hasten to his rescue. Indeed, they were already heading straight in his direc ti o n the balloon being guided as the Frenchman had said, quite as well as a ship at sea. The Indians, meanwhile, had been clamoring to be all o wed to torture the prisoner and only the stern com mands of th e ir chief-the man who had spoken-had kept th e m back. He wanted to think of some new device by which he could inflict more exquisite agony on the white man than anything yet dreamed of. A nd while he was doing that wanted the paleface to suffei; the bitter mental t o rture of suspense. So taken up were the Indians with their cruel worktheir evil thoughts-that they did not notice the little speck coming swiftly toward them through the blue heavens. Suddenly a tomahawk hurtled o ver the chief' shoulder, and buried itself in the stake, a few only from the head of ick Wharton. They are getting beyond his control-they won't wait," muttered the old trapper to himself "If thet gas bag doesn t c ome up purty soon, I'll be a gone coon." The chi e f turned to his followers, see ing that they were intent on executing the pri s oner at once, and ordered them to fetch brushwood and logs with which to burn him at the stake. They eagerly dispersed on this task, while the chief re m ained b y the side of the bound borderer and continued to taunt him with the agonies he wa s about to endure Nick Wharton made no reply. His eyes were fixed nearer and nearer and growing larger and larger every moment. "Goldurn it, but I wish there was more wind he mut tered to himself. "It's so light thet they hev ter travel mighty slow. Waal it begins ter lo.pk as ef they will come too late, after all." Even as he said these words, a stronger gust of wind, blowing through the gorge, fanned his cheeks. He smiled with satisfaction, and thought that he might still have a chance. It was a race against time Would the strengthening breeze bring the balloon along in time to save him? It would be a close thing, either way, and the man whose life was ,to be the prize could not tell how the race would end. He could only watch and hope. A number of the Indians now came up with their arms full of small sticks, dried sagebrush and other fuel. \ They piled this around the feet of the captive, while the other braves recommenced their infernal dance around him, whooping and yelling in savage glee as they shrieked out the tortures they meant to inflict upon him before he died. Nick Wharton's stern, weather-beaten face showed not the slightest trace of emotion. He remained unmoved, and apparently almost unconscious of the savage demon stration His eyes were fastened at the dim speck in the western sky, which grew every second larger and larger, like the form of a down-swooping bird. The hideous -t>reparations were almost complete, the death dance was at its height. A sinewy savage was kneeling at the foot of the faggot heap, blowing into flame a tiny spark of fire which he held on the end of a stick between his hollowed hands. The spark was just kindling into a blaze, and the pris oner seemed doomed beyond hope of rescue, when the chief suddenly gave a shriek. This time it was not a shriek of rage or of menace, like those which had been ringing in Nick Wharton's ears. It was a cry of ibsolute, craven superstitious fear. He pointed to the western sky and the savages, for the first time in their lives saw a balloon coming down upon them like an immense and threatening bird. Like their chief they were completely terrified. The spark f ell, flamele s s an

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

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.

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

THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. 9 I expedition, and been capturecl and tied to the stake by the Tejons. "That tribe is always giving trouble," said Buffalo Bill. "They pretend to be friendly, but when they can get a white man alone--a hunter or a prospector-they will torture: him to death as soon as look at him, just as they were going to do with you." "They ought to be taught a thundering, good lesson," remarked Wild Bill. we 'll let the authorities know about what hap pened to old Nick and what would have happened if we hadn't turned up just in time to save him," said Buffalo Bill. "It is possible that they will do something to pun ish them, but I doubt it. The government is petting the I Indians too much just now, and it won't listen to a word against its red favorites." Goldurn all redskins and all In jun agents, say I!" growled Nick Wharton. "One is as bad as t'other." "There is one thing about this balloon that bothers me, professor," said Cody, rolling over on his side and talking to Lemoine. "And what is that, my friend?" "The supply of gas is running short. You cannot cruise forever on one filling of the bag. You cannot cruise for many days, in fact. We have been up now for some time, and it seems to me that the bag is getting flabby. The gas is leaking out fast, and soon we will have to descend. What will you do then. You will probably lose the balloon." "You have learned a good deal about the business in a short time, my friend, but you have not yet learned it all, replied the Frenchman. "I did not come out on this trip without carefully thinking of all that and providing for it. "I learned that there is a reservoir-a geyser-call it what you will-of. natural gas in a cave on the other side of the mountains. I had a map of its location carefully made for me. It will not be difficult to find the place. :'I have the pipes here in the car with which I fill the bag. can be fi'xed easily, and the natural gas will be as good as the artificial kind for the balloon." Buffalo Bill could not help admiring the thoughtfulness and resource with which the had provided for all contingencies. He might be a madman, but there cer tainly was a great deal of method in his madness "What is the exact location of this cave where the gas is found?" he asked. The Frenchman took the chart of the position out of his pocket and showed it to him. "Why, that is in the very heart of the Tejon country," exclaimed the king of the scouts. "It will be a particu larly dangerous place to descend I donlt know that cave, but I see by the chart that it is not more than four miles from their chief village. Those Indians from whom we rescued Nick Wharton were Tejons, and, if the news has had time to get back to the village, the braves there will all be crazy to take our scalps. "Let them try," said the aeronaut, calmly. "A man in a balloon has the men below him at his mercy. They could do nothing against us." "All very well, if we are sailing at the time," remarked the border king. "But if a hundred of their warriors should happen to catch us when we had descended, and were not ready to go up again, they would make us look pretty sick, I fancy.'" Well, we must trust to luck," said Lemoine. "It has never failed me yet. Now, when I crossed the icy bar riers of the Arctic Sea in the year--" But a snore from Buffalo Bill prevented the recounting of any more of these imaginary reminiscences ., The border king had got very tired of that subject, and, as soon as Lemoine open e d up on it, he pretend e d to be asleep. The professor looked round at the other two scouts, but they also took good care to appear to be in the arms of Morpheus; so, with a sigh, he gave up the idea of telling his story and resigned himself to his own thoughts. It was now night time, and the stars over his head ap peared unusually bright, for the balloon was sailing in the rarefied air above the clouds. Lemoine sat on watch for some hours, for they were in a mountainous country. The balloon had sunk some what, and he had to keep a good lookout that they did not "run aground by striking some forest-clad peak and getting tangled up in the trees. That would probably mean the destruction of the whole party, and it could only be avoided, at the critical moment, by throwing over. board some more ballast, so that the balloon would sud denly shoot up into the air. After watching for about two hours, the professor became worried. Heavy banks of clouds obscured the face of the sky. and he could hardly see fifty yards ahead of him. The balloon was drivin g along at a great' rate in a powerful air current, and Lemoine knew full well that


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


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.


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

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

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.


THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. "Buffalo, said the border king, briefly. "A large herd ?" "Yes." "Then, let us head for it." "Good," said the professor. He worked his steering apparatus, and headed the balloon in the direction which Buffalo Bill pointed out. Soon the vast gas bag drew near the herd. The buffalo were feeding in immense The leader of the herd an animal of extraordinary size seemingly as big as at least two ordinary cattle, raised his head fr o m freding as the balloon met his vision and snuffed the air suspiciouslr But, after a brief scrutiny of what, to him must have been a most extraord!nary apparition, he -went back to his feeding. He had never seen a balloon before, and apprehended no danger from it. Reassured by his indifference the rest of the herd ceased to notice the balloon, and it was soon rushing over their heads at a height of some twenty or thirty feet. As the car swung directly above the backs of the ru minating animals a shot from Cody s rifle brought down a fine young bull calf : As his death bellow sounded, the entire herd raiseq their heads with angry roars of defiance. But, as Wild Bill and Nick Wharton followed the example of their leader, and with equal success, the attitude of the herd changed. They wheeled in terror at these new enemies, who fought them from the air, and soon the whole herd was tearing, in a wild stampede, over the prairie. The ground trembled as the rush progressed, and the humps of the reat animals rose and fell as they ran tin, to those in the balloon, they looked like the bil lows of an angry sea. Cod y who had foreseen the stampede as the result of his shot, had laid down his rifle and thrown his lariat at the great leader of the herd. Many buffaloes as he had seen in the course of his ad venturous life, the scout had never before set eyes on such a splendid specimen of his kind and he was ambitious t o catch him with th e cowboy's weapon-the' rope. He onl y succeeded, however, in leashing the hind leg of a fine young cow, who was easily dispatched by a bullet from Wild Bill s rifl e He had to cut loose his lariat, however and this was a s erious loss to Cody. On swept the vast herd, with loud thunder of hoofs, and enveloped in a cloud of dust through which, at times, was hard to see them. They had now gone about three miles. The ground they were traveling over was broken and uneven. This hampered the speed of the herd and Cody, who had borrowed Wild Bill's lariat, made a second trial at roping the giant leader of the herd. The rawhide loop whirled out over the galloping beast and settled, fair and square, the shoulders of their great leader. The monster let out a bellow of rage, that sounded loud even above the thunder of the stampeding hoofs. Ee shook his great, shaggy head in a wild attempt to free himself. The rope of rawhide held true, however, but those in the balloon no'w found themselves in what looked as ii it might tum out a rather serious situation. The bull, finding he could not free himself from Cody's noose by his original tactics, placed his head between his legs and rushed on with the rest of the herd, towing the balloon with him as if it were a boy's kite. Almost at the instant that Buffalo Bill had made his lucky, or, as it now seemed likely to prove, unlucky, throw, the professor, urged by the excitement of the mo ment, threw out the grapnel. By some strange chance it caught securely in the shaggy mane of an old cow, who promptly followed her leader when she realized her predicament. So Buffalo Bill and his companions now found themselves tearing through the air at the best speed a team of terrified bison could make. The car swung wildly frorn side to side as they rushed through the air. It was like being at sea in a small boat on a rough day. Cody clung on for dear life;' and the professor and the others followed his example. Their position may seem ludicrous, but at times the bot tom of the car scraped the backs of the herd, and at these moments they realized very clearly that to be thrown out of the wildly swinging basket meant a terrible death be neath the feet of the maddened herd. "Don't lose your grip, or we're goners!" cried Buffalo Bill to the white-faced professor. "This is the very worst I ever saw, and no mistake." "It is a most remarkable experience in natural history, Bill," replied the professor, who, despite their perilous po sition, retained his philosophy.


THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. The motion of the car had thrown him to the floor of it. The small stove, which fortunately was not lighted at the time of their adventure, lay on his chest, and a pile of ropes and blankets had landed on his face, almost smother ing the unfortunate scientist. 'If this gait up, we'.re goners," said Cody, be tween his teeth. "If we only could strike a gate, I'd ask the man who owned it to please shut it," grumbled the professor, from under the blankets. "\i\Tell, you'll l'arn more natural history here in a month than you will in France in ten years," was Nick unsympathetic commept. "Hullo, there, what's that out y onder?" exclaimed Wild Bill, suddenly. The plainsman had been scrutinizing the country as well as he was able, in the forlorn hope of see ing some chance of escape from their quandary. "Gosh my suspenders, ef it ain't a band of Injuns in huntin' dress," cried Nick Wharton, who had followed his c o mpanion's gaze, "That's go od!" chimed in Cody. "That means that they <:re probably friendly. Maybe they'll get us out of our predicament." The Indians whom Wild Bill had indicated were by this time in full view of the balloon party. There were about twenty of them in the band, and, as Nick had suggested, they were on an expedition after buf falo. They were, of course, d\!lighted at the sight of the herd of fat bison bearing down upon them. By this time the balloon was being dragged over level ground, and the speed of the two buffaloes drawing it was increased tenfold. As they swept by, with the speed of the wind, one of the Indians, by his dress a chief, raised his bow and, taking aim while urging his pony to keep up with the herd, let fly his arrow. The shaft sped straight through the eye of the giant leader of the herd, and he rolled over with a groan. The res'l: of the herd kept right on, and their hoofs speedily crushed out what life was left in their wounded monarch. The old cow whom the professor's grapnel had hooked was dragged down with the monster bull, and the balloon, relieved of their weight, was shooting upward, wl1en Cody "Say, there, professor, that's an old friend of mine!" '.'He came mighty near being your worst enemy, if the .i:ndian had not shot him," was the reply. "I mean the Indian, not the buffalo," replied Cody. The professor was so grateful to the man who had saved him and his companions from what be had been sure would have been their death, had they not met him, the next moment the car of the balloon was touchmg the earth, and Cody was warmly grasping the hand of a tall and majestic-looking Indian chief. "Big Horn!" he exclaimed. "The Pawnees have always been my best friends, and you are the best friend I have among them. I am friends are as grateful as I am for your assistance in our escape." "I'm in on that, too, pard cried Nick. "It was a wonderful deliverance," said the professor. "Well, we've got enough fresh meat to last us the rest of our lives,., remarked Wild Bill, as he stooped over the carcass of the monster buffalo. The Pawnees had a great feast off the slaughtered buf falo, and their amazement at the balloon, which they ex amined with the greatest care was beyond words. "Truly it is the Wind Spirit of the Great Manitou Big Horn has never seen anything like it," observed the chief. "It is the white man's greatest medicine," replied Cody. "To all hostile red men, it is a terrible foe, but it is the friend of the Pawnees and all good Indians who keep their treaties with the white men." The red chieftain was duly impressed, but when Le moine asked him, through Buffalo Bill, if he would like to take a short ride up in the clouds, and then be landed back safely on earth again, he recoiled in the utmost horror. "Big Horn's moccasin will press the earth, or he will ride on his pony," he said, most decidedly: "Never, until he goes to the happy hunting grounds of the Great Mani tou, will he sail through the skies. This was the feeling of all the other Indians when the same invitation was addressed to them. They had a vast respect for the balloon, but all the wealth of the white men would not have induced them to set foot in it. "Come," said the professor, at last, "we must be going. The supply of gas is running lower and lower, and we must sail to that cave and replenish it without delay. We have wandered too far afield already in search of these sporting adventures that you are so fond of." Bidding farewell to the friendly Pawnees, the four friends climbed into the car, drew up the ai;ichor,' and were soon sailing away, followed by the admiring and som e what terrified gaze of the redskins I.


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


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

THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. "'vVell, a miss is good as a mile," remarked the pro fessqr. Cody then turned to one of the Mullins boys and in qired concerning the stock of provisions they had, in case they were called upon to stand a siege of several days. "I reckon there's grub enough for a week," was the .re ply. "As fur water, thar's a fine well just outside, and a barrel full in the next room. As fur the guns, we've got lots of shells fur them." "What about the roof?" was the question of the king of the scouts, who never let any point of pass when he was learning the strength and possibilities of defense a place offered. The boy and his mother exchanged glances. "We did intend to put on a green hide or bark roof, but "" it never got done. The roof we have now is just plain dry thatch." "As good a mark for flaming arrows as the Indians could desire," was the short reply df the scout. "Flaming arrows !" exclaimed the woman, bursting into tears. "''That all comes along of your shiftlessness, Ji Oh! sir," she exclaimed, turning to Cody, "do you think they'll burn the house about our ears?" "That, madam, will depend on how we defend it," was the reply of the king of the scouts. "But from what I know of the Tejons they aren't a nation to quit right off like this." "You think they'll come back, then?" "I am sure of it." "We'll give them a warm reception," said Nick. "Yes, a few g o od volleys at close range will do some good,' : remarked the professor, with a martial air. His experienc s with Buffalo Bill and his friends had made him feel like a veteran Indian fighter. Supper was served and dispatched, and there was no sign of the Indians After the meal, Buffalo Bill assigned the little garrison to sentry duty. The Mullins boys were take the first watch. There was a bright moon shining. and as it had ris.en at almost the same time as daylight had faded from the sky, Buffalo Bill knew that no interval of darkness had elapsed in which the crafty redskins could have got near to the house unseen. after he had posted the sentries, however, he ob s e rved, with some concern, that clouds were rapidly drift ing across the sky-heavy rain clouds that threatened shortly to eclipse the moonlight altogether. An hour later, the night was black as a pocket. Buffalo Bill redoubled his vigilance in this misfortune. It was well he did so, for, as the clouds broke for a rhoment and the radiance of the moonlight streamed through, his keen eyes at once perceived something that the others had not yet discovered. A band of Tejons in full war paint were creeping on the house under the cover of the darkness At the same moment the rifle of one of the VIullins boys and Nick Wharton's weapon cracked, and two of the advancing braves fell. I "Steady, boys!" said the kp.ight of the plains, as he observed the execution his companions had done. "Wait till we get 'em near the house, and at close range." In accordance with their chief's advice, the defenders of the Mullins ranch reserved their fire. When the Indians were within a few feet of the door Cody gave the word to fire. Spurts of flame darted out from the loopholes, and half a dozen of the redskins were stretche d upon the ground, either dead or wounded. Howling with rage, and in many cases with the pains of wounds also, the survivors beat a hasty retreat, intend ing to work out other plans for the capture of the little fort tha t was being so well defended. Before long they began to creep toward the house on their stomachs through the long grass, and to fire lighted arrows at the roof, as the border. king had expected they would do. The arrows fell short at first for the Tejons had ac quired such a healthy respect for the rifles of the defenders that they were chary of aJ?proaching near to the house. By degrees, however, they gained courage, spurred on by their chiefs. It was not long, then, before several blazing arrows were sticking in the roof and setting fire to the sun-dried thatch. The smell of the burning thatch, and the volume of smoke that came from it, soon warned the defenders of the peril that confronted them Mullins seized a bucket and filled it with water from a big barrel which was standing in the kitchen. "I'm to blame for this, and it's up to me to put it out," he shouted. In another moment he would have unbarred the do o r and dashed outside to climb upon the roof, but he wa s prevented by Buffalo Bill. "That's no gpod," said the border king. "You'd only


20 THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. throw your life away for no g!)Od purpose. I've got a bet"Pard, you're the bravest and coolest hand I ever met," ter scheme." said Mullins to him, warmly. "What is it?" "Nonsense/' was the modest reply of the knight of the The knight of the plains mounted 011 the table, snatched plains. "Anyone here would have done the same thing if up the lamp, removed the glass, and held the flame to the they had happened to think of it. I am easier in my mind inside of the thatched roof which, with his tall stature, he now. could easily reach. "So long as they don't set fire to the place, I think we With great care he burned a hole right through th(;' can hold out until help comes, or until they get tired of the roof from the inside, dashing water around the of siege and give it up as a bad business." the burning hole, so that the fire should not become general, and set the whole cabin blazing. His comrades watched his strange maneuver, breathless with ihterest. When he had burned the hole through, Cody mounted on a chair, which he placed on the table, and pushed his head and shoulders out irtto the air. He called for buckets of water. and proceeded to throw them down over the thatch. In a few minutes he had extinguished the flames caused by the redskins' fiery missiles. "Come down!" cried Mullins. "The Injuns will pot you, sure." It seemed as if it would be impossible for the gallant sc out to escape the fire of the enemy, which was now concentrated upon him. Bullets whistled around his head, and many arrows w e re sent whizzing toward him, but the border king would n o t desert his post of honor and danger. Turning his head downward for a moment, he called to his comrades to soak blankets and pass them up to him, so that the fiery arrows of the Indians would fall harm les s ly upon them and go out. When he had got the blankets, he climbed right through the hole onto the roof, in full view of the redskins and spread them out all over the thatch. / This was his time of greatest peril. The moon showed through a rift in the clouds, revealing him plainly standing there, occupied with his task. The war whoops of the redskins greeted him upon every hand, and a perfect fusillade of bullets began to strike the roof like hail. With his usual remarkable good luck, however, the bor- der king was not even touched. He finished his work, taking care that there was not an inch of the roof left uncovered by a wet blanket, and then he waved his hand defiantly toward his hidden foes, and then swung himself back through the hole in the roof down to the ground. CHAPTER XII. THE TEJONS ARE BADLY BEATEN. Although baffled in their effo r ts to burn down the house, the Tejons did not show any disposition to give ttp the siege. They kept a close ring around the place all night, firing a few shots every now and then to remind the defenders that they were on the alert, and that it was hopeless to try to break through and seek safety in flight. Just before daylight they gathered themselves together for a supreme effort. They hoped that they had worn the palefaces out by giving them no rest all night. They rushed suddenly in a body toward door of the cabin, carrying a huge tree trunk for a battering ram. "Steady, boys!" said Buffalo Bill, who, by a sort of natural instinct, was looked to by all the other men as their commander in this emergency. "Pick off the men with the trunk. Don t mind so much about the others. We can attend to them later." His words were heeded, and the result was that the battering ram fell to the ground before it ever touched the doot. All the men who were carrying it had been shot down. Others stooped to pick up the fallen log, btlt they also were marked men, easily picked off by the sharpshooters inside the cabin who were all fine marksmen. Y\' hile the Indians were hesitating over the log, at a distance of about thirty yards from the door, a b gle rang out on the other side of the house. Next moment, a troop of the Seventh Cavalry accom panied by half a dozen scouts well known to Cody and his comrades, came galloping around to the front. In the dim grayness of the early morning, both defend ers and attackers had been too much taken up with the fighting to notice the approach of this new force; but now th e Tejons halted, panic-stricken, as the s ol<;liers charged down aniong them, cutting them down with their sabers


THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. ...! 1 and shooting them with their revolvers and carbines right and left. Escape was out of the question. for the redskins had no horses, and the troopers were all well mounted. There was no good cover near by to which to flee. The survivors of that first terrible charge at once threw down their arms, put their h:mds abbve their head, a11d begged for quarter. The officer in tommand shouted to his men to stop their work of slaughter, and the Indians were collected together in a group as prisoners under a guard. Buffalo Bill was soon shaking hands with the officer, a major named Wheatley, whom he knew very well, as they had taken part in more than one Irtdian campaign to gether. "We heard rumors of troubles among the Tejons at the fort, said the mhjor, '1so that luckily we were on the alert. We had scouting parties out and a force of ttt:>bp crs waiting, with their horses saddled -and bridled, all ready to ride to the first point where danger threatened. The sound of the firing here was heard by some of our scouts, and here we are.1> "And i'lbne too soon for us, I t:a11 Msure you, major," said Cody. "But what are you goh1g to dt;> with the pris oners? Will you take them a11 to the fort?" The officer looked perplexed. There were about forty prisoners, afld over seventy of their comrades lay upon the ground a.round the house. "We have 110 accommodation at the fort for so many, and I doubt whether the commandant would thank me for bringing them to him," said the major. "Would it not be well to pick out three or four of the head men, and let the others go back to their village?" "Yes, I think it would," said Cody. "The tribe has had a lesson that will t10t be forgotten in a hurry. I dot1bt whether it would be advisable to take the prisoners to the fort, and have them tried. "The great thing to do is to prevent this little trouble with the Tejons from developing into a serious Indian up risirtg. The best way to do that, it seenis to me, would, be to let these men go back to their tribe and tell what has happened to them.'' "I quite agree with you," said the major. "\Ve will set them all at liberty, extept thte'e of the chief, ot head braves, whom my scouts will pick out." ''Will you let me sp e ak to the prisoners before they go?'' asked Buffalo Bill. "I would like to play on their super stitions a bit, so as to make them still more anxious to bury the hatchet.'' The major gladly consented, and the king of the scouts walked over toward the dejected looking band of Indians, and ordered them to be ranged up in front of him. Speaking to them in their own barbarous Tejon tlJalect, he st:iid: "Listen carefully to the words of Long Hair, Oh, )"{ foolish and wicked ones, and take care that ye profit thereby. You know me, and you know that I speak with a straight tongue. "You thought that because the Wind Spirit of the Grtat Manitou had descended to earth, to rest there for a brief season, you had us at your mercy. But you have seen that the Great Manitou cati look after his children whether they are with the Wind Spirit cir without it. "Impious ones, who would fight against the wisdom and power of the Wind Spirit, go your way to your tribe and to the other tribes, and say to thetn that the red mm must bury the hatchet, unless they would be utterly destroyed. "If you should fight against the white men, lacking the magical power of the Wind Spirit to aid you, your defeat r and death will surely follow. "Your young braves will be cut down like young sap lings before the breath of the storm. Your children will die of wasting diseases, your crops will fail, and your old chiefs and counsellors will become foolish. "But if you till the land and live in peace, the Wind Spirit shall work you no harm, and your tribe shall in crease and prosper." This little oration, , they filed past the bordier king rom\si.ng to obey his commands, ;i.nd offering three of their as hostages for their good behavior it1 the future. ''Will they keep their word, Monsieur Cody?" asked the professor, who had been standing just behind him when he was making his speech. "They will keep it for a time, at all events," said the border king, "but it is not in the nature of some Indian tribes to ever keep the hatchet buried for very long. "'It is so with the Blackfeet, the Sioux, the Ap2.ches, and so it is w ith these Tejons, from what I've seen and heard of them.


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


THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. 23 better than skirt along the edge of it. Still, to avoid the center will be a great point gained." The Frenchman, as his companions had proved, did not lack courage, but his face was now the color of ashes. He thoroughly understood the danger to which he was exposed, but the scouts, not knowing so much about bal looning, were not so nervous. The ban of clouds spread with alarming rapidity until it covered the sky. The wind rose in eddying gusts, rock ing the car violently, and making the scouts feel as if they were in a ship in a heavy sea. Crash crash crash Heaven's artillery was discharged with frightful vio lence, a11d the storm burst in all its fury. In all their experience on the plains, the three scouts had nevP.r known one like it-never known one half so violent The rain came down in sheets, drenching them to the skin; and then the lightning began to play all around them. "We must at once," the professor shouted in Cody's ear. "We are taking too many chances up here." The words were hardly out of his mouth when a thun derbolt the bag of the balloon. The four men were imrled to the bottom of the car by the force of the stroke, and for a moment they were blinded and stunned. "What's the damage?" called out Buffalo Bill, rising gi9dily to his feet. The professor looked upward. There was no need for him to speak. The loud whistling of the gas as it poured through a huge rent in the sioe of the balloon showed that the dam age was beyond repair. Already they were shooting downward at a frightful rate, as the bag grew every moment limper and limper. "Heave out ballast-but not too much," shouted the professor. "We shall need some ba dly when we get near the earth." Two bags were thrown over, slightly checking the downward rush, but only for a moment. Bag after bag had to be hurled down to make up in a me asure for the escape of the gas, and when they were within about three-quarters of a mile of the earth they had none left, and were downward more quickly than ever. "Overboard with everything-quick! A second may make the difference between life and death." Suiting the action to the word, the professor seized the iron stove and sent it whirling down. Provisions, water, guns, ammunition, scientific instru ments, every article in the car followed, but still they were coming down to earth with a speed that threatened to break every bone in their bodies. Frantically, the professor rushed to his steering apparatus, and turned the guiding wheel over hard. He had seen a smail lake a little to the right, and he wanted to fall into it, instead of onto the ground. Flabby though the balloon was, it responded to his effort. Splash! The car hit the water, throwing the spray right over'the top of the balloon, so great was the violence of the de scent. The car floated, held up by the buoyancy of the little gas still left in the bag. "We must swim ashore," said the professor, as soon as he found that none of his comrades was hurt. "The car will not float long. The gas will soon be all out of the bag, and when the silk is saturated with water it will sink and drag us down with it. "The balloon is done for," he continued, almost with tears in his eyes. "It only remains to save our lives." The men swam to the shore of the lake, which was not more than half a mile distant, and there they were greeted by a party of friendly Indians, who had seen their fright ful fall from the clouds, and were inclined to treat them as i.f they were gods, because they had escaped death. CHAPTER XIV. AN EXCITING HUNT. The adventurers stayed amongthe friendly redskins for a few days, and then they started to make the best of their way back to San Francisco.


,., ... BILL STORIES. The Indians, a poor branch of the Digger tribe, were not able to provide them with hor.ses; and therefore they wet:e obliged to travel on foot. They were more than two hundred miles from 'Frisco, and they had to journey through a country which at that time was wild and unsettled. Their trip proved to be an exciting and adventurous one In getting rid of the bal loon, they had by no means finished with their adventures. On the second day after they left the Digger village, they were faced with the problem of having to hunt for their dinner. They had brought only a little jerked meat with them, and that had already been finished. But they in th e car o f the balloon although he had never it except in the blockhouse fight, where he done very little execution. No, I am not afraid of all the w.ild beasts in all of your Wild West." "I don t believe there's any thing you are afraid of, pro. fessor and that's a fact! said Buf:(alo Bill, who had conceived a great admiration for the pluck of the Frenchman Lemoine blu s h e d with pleasure at this compliment, for he had a great o pinion of the border king, and valued his words highly. The hunt was a s uccessful one from the start. Old Nick Wharton bag ged a couple o f s malJ deer and Wild Bill shot were in a good game country, and three such excellent a black bear. Buffalo Bill had no luck for several hours, hunters as Buffalo Bill. Wild Bill and Nick Wharton had and neither had the professor. no reason to be afraid that they would starve under the The latter at first heeded the warning of the border king circumstances. "You had better remain behind in the camp, professor, while we go out with our rifles and see what we can get said Buffalo Bill. to the Frenchman. "And for why, mon (111ni, should I remain behind? Why should I not accompany you on your hunt ? "Well, you see you don't know much about hunting, do you?" "No, I do not I know nothing of it." "Have you ever handled a gun?" "I fired a pistol once. It was in Paris. I fought a duel with a brother scientist, because we quarreled as to what was the proper way to steer balloons." "If that is all the experience you have had with firearms, I would advise you not to come with us. What would you do if you got cornered by a grizzly -?" "I would do the best I could, my friend. And permit me t o tell you that I know as much about hunting as you knew ballooning when you came with me in what l\fonsieur Wharto n was pleased to call my gas bag." "By thunder you have caught me fairly there profes s o r I \ V ell c o me along ; but stick as closely to us as you can. In this country there are not only grizzlies and mountain lions, but plenty of other bears and w olves, too." I am not afraid of an y of them ," said L e moine, pic k ing up a heavybore rifle which he had brought with him to stay with the others but afterward he wandered away by himself for about half a looking for game ; and then, feeling tired, he stretched himself out under a tree, intending to rest for a short time. He was more tired than he thought, and in a few utes he had fallen fast asleep-a very foolish thing to do in a countr y where wild beasts of at least half a dozen different kinds abounded I}e had not slept for more than about a quarter of an hour when he was aroused by a low, deep growl, almost I in his very ear. The Frenchman, aJthough not fafuiliar with grizzlies and their ways felt instinctively that he was at the mercy of one even before he opened his eyes. The most dreaded of all bears-the worst foe of the Western hunter -had come creeping up9n him as he slept. He was lying on his left side and the beast had com l up behind him. Lemoine was n o t o nly an exceptionally brave man, but a man of th e coolest nerve in the presence of danger. At other times he was apt to be excitable, but when peril threatened he was as cool as a cucumber No w he opened his e yes cautiously, but he did not move ev e n so much as a finger. The beast's nose t o uched the man s shoulder, and he sniff e d at hi s fac e His muzzle tickled the man's cheek, bu t s till L e m o ine did n o t m o ve, although he expected to be s e ized by those terrible teeth ever y moment.


THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. If he had raised his hand or had tried to get to his feet, He took hold of the man's watch chain in his teeth, but the bear would almost certainly have seized him at once. there was a sharp-pointed charm attached to it which But as it was, the bea t believed that he had found a dead man, and was inclined to investigate the matter. He had his lair, as was afterward found out within a few hundred feet of the place which the professor had chosen for his nap. After a minute or two of sniffing, a paw was placed upon the man's shoulder and he was turned over on the broad of his back. Opening his eyes very slightly, and peering through the .. slits he caught sight of the paw. As he had supposed, he was indeed in the clutch of a grizzly, and it was one of the largest of its kind. Appalled though he was by this terrible knowledge the plucky Frenchman did not lose his wits or abandon hope that he would come safely out of the adventure. He knew li'ttle about hunting, but in the course of his scientific stud ies he had read a great deal about natural history, and he was therefore aware that most savage animals would not feed upon anything that they have not killed with their own paws--at least, when they are in a wild state. hurt his tongue. With a low growl he drew back, and seemed to wonder what he would do next. Then a faint sound in the wood near oy-the cracking of a twig-gave him a sudden alarm. It had doubtless been made by one of the other three hunters, thought the professor. He wished most profoundly that they would come up, shoot the beast, and rescue him from his very unpleasant predicament. At the sound in the wood, the animal turned like a fl.ash and stood on guard, rearing up on his haunches. For five minutes he stood and sniffing and growling. His ears were laid back, his fur bristled with rage and one of his forepaws was uplifted, as if in readi ness to strike. Had any of the hunters happened to come that way at that moment, they would have run the most imminent danger of death. As the sound was not repeated, the bear finally turned round and lay down on the ground, with his head on his forepaws, and he steadily fastened his eyes on the profesWhen the man had been !urned over on his back, the sor's face. There followed a long five minutes of this bear sat up like a dog and growled again a low and fierce growl that might well make the blood of the bravest man run cold. Lemoine was wearing a black frock coat, just as he would have done in Paris, and upon it there were two rows of pearl buttons. These seemed to be objects of the greatest curiosity to the beast. He touched all of them in succes sion, and even pulled at them slightly with his paw. The professor s black silk hat of the latest Parisian style was lying on the grass near to his head. The bear reached for it and began to play with it in a frolicsome way, as a puppy plays with a glove or a rag. First, he struck it with his paw to the right, and then with the other paw to the left, and--then he jumped after it, seized it with his teeth and gave it a toss into the air, repeating the performance again and again. He played with the hat for at least ten minutes, and then he sat up, yaw ned several times, and presently returned to his vic tim. watchfulness, during which the Frenchman seemed to live a month at least for every minute Then the beast slowly rose up, and with a soft touch of his right paw turned the man over on his face. After snif fing at his head ran his nose down the body and leg, . clear down to the ankle. One leg of the professor s trousers had be.en pulled up, leaving the ankle bare. The beast licked the flesh two or three times with his tongue, anti it felt like the rasp of a file. The taste did not seem to tickle his palate, for some rea-1 son or other, and he returned to his former playful mood. Once, as he pawed at the coat a claw caught 1t and ripped it open, like a sharp knife would have done. Once, too, he stood with his paw on the back of the n{an's hand, but luckily the claws were sh;athed, and so the paw felt as soft as a ball of velvet. For at least a dozen times the professor was rolled over l;ly the bear ; and the beast leaped over him, back and forth,


. THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. like a dog at play. He seemed to get a great deal of amusement out of this, which was lucky, as it kept him good-natured. He finally fastened his teeth in the man's vest and lifted him clear off th'e ground, as easily as a boy might lift a kitten. Lemoine had a revolver in his pocket, which had been lent to him by Wild Bill. As his right hand fell down when the beast swung him from the ground he felt this weapon. He might have drawn it and had the good luck to kill the bear, or a shot might have frightened it away; but these chances were too remote to be worth taking into ac count. felt that the animal was holding him up to see if there was any life in him, and was hoping to feel him some move. If there had been so much as the twist of a hand or the opening of an eye, death would in all probability have come and certain. But by a supreme effort of his will power, the professor held himself rigid and did not move a muscle. After swinging the man in pendulum fashion for a full minute, the beast laid him down ad care ,f ully as if he had been a baby, gnawed his vest in two and pulled it off Carrying a fragment of it in his mouth, he ambled away, and was hidden in a few moments in the thick brushwood near by. After. lying still for a quarter of an hour or more, the professor arose cautiously and hastened back to the camp near with his rifle in hand, ready for use in case he met the bear again. The three scouts were already there, and when he told them of his thrilling experience they immediately volun teered to hunt down the bear and get revenge for the :fright had suffered. Buffalo Bill, leading the party, soon picked up the beast's trail. In a short time he had tracked it to its lair in the thickest part of the bush where it had a small cave. As they to the mouth of this cave they saw the bear sitting up on his haunches, and growling fiercely. He was w0rking himse i f up into a as he scented his worst enemy-man. Suddenly he charged out with a terrible growl, and leaped at \i\Tild Bill, who had ventured too near, him down with a single blow of his huge paw. At that moment the rifles of Buffalo Bill, Nick Whar. ton and of the professor cracked simultaneously. The bear, with two bullets in its brain and one through the heart bounded high in the air, and then fell dead. Wild Bill was badly scratched and dazed by the knock down blow he had received, but he was not seriously in jured. "I guess that this is about the biggest grizzly that I ever saw," said Buffalo Bill, as he skinned the beast and ct off some choice steaks for the evening meal, As the professor touched the terrible claws and .looked upon the rows of strong teeth in the blood-stained mouth, he realized how wonderful had peen his escape when the beast caught him napping. ,CHAP'TER XV. A BRUSH WITH ROAD AyENTS. At sundown, two days later, as they nearing Frisco, Buffalo Bill and his companions reached the cabin of a settler. The king of the scouts asked an old woma11 who was smoking a pipe on the doorstep if cou,ld find lodging there for the night, for which they would be willing to pay. "Stranger," she replied, as she s lowly sized the border king up, "my old man tackied a b'ar up there by them rocks three years ago and got so badly bitten and clawed that he died next day." "You have my sympathy," Buffalo Bill replied. "I had a son Joe and a son Bill," she continued "but Joe he climbed a tree to shake down a coon, and fen fifty feet and broke his neck. He was dead a doornail whei1 he struck the airth." "His was a sad fate, ma'am." "Then, my son Bill must go loo\in' among the ro eks for a wounded wild cat. He found She al?O found him. Bill lived a week after they brung him heme, ? "You have been truly unfortunate," Buffalo Bill ven: tured to say.


.. THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. 27 "Old man gone; Joe gone; Bill gone and only me and Linda left. That's Linda there choppin' a rabbit out of a "And when it's noon and yo' are hangin' about I says that hoecake and co'n coffee is ready." log," pointing to an ill. favored woman near by. "Yes." "And do you think you could put us up for the night?" "And when it's candlelight I sort o' jerks my head and "Is that all yo' is wantin' ?" 1 yo' hitches up to sorghum and hoecake and wants to know "Yes, that's all." why we don't hev bacon. Ain't thet talk 'nuff, stranger?" "Don't want me for a wife?" "Well, hardly." "And don't want Linda?" "No." "Nor your pards, neither?" "I guess not." "Jest want supper and breakfast and lodgings?" "That's all, and I shall take it as a great favor and pay you well." "Well, you kin come right in-and we'll do the best -we kin, but I'm tellin' yo' that if some critter comes along who wants to marry me or Linda, you'll have to rout out in the middle the night and walk on. We shall feel sorry to disturb yo' both, but as a lone widder and a lone gal we ain't lettin' any golden chances slip by tts." On this half-hearted invitation, Buffalo Bill and his three companions entered. The cabin was situated in such a lonely place, and so far from a neighbor's, that the bottler king had a curiosity to know how the old moun tain woman and her daughter entertained each other. When they had talked for a little while, he asked: "Do you and your daughter see many people here?" "Skassly ever see anybody," was her reply. "Then, you have to depend entirely upon yourselves for society?" "That's it." "And what do you find to talk about?" he continued, having noticed that neither mother nor daughter was in dined for conversation. "What do we find, Linda?" the mother appealed to her I daughter. "Heaps, I reckon," she said. "When breakfast is ready in the mawnin' I says to you to sot down to co'n coffee and hoecake." "Yes." "But there's the evenings," Buffalo Bill suggested. "Yes, ther's the evenings, of co'se, and I says I reckon it will be a fine day to-morrer .. and ma, she reckons the same thing, and we wind ttp the clock and go to bed. Oh, I don't reckon we ar' sufferin' to death for the want of somebody to gab to." "Well, boys," said Buffalo Bill, "we had better go to bed early. We've done some pretty strenuous traveling, and we've got some more before us yet before we get to 'Frisco." The four companions found no trouble m getting to sleep, for they were thoroughly tired out. They had not been in bed more than two or three hours when the king of the scouts, who was in the habit of sleeping with one eye open, was awakened by the clatter of horses riding up to the door of the cabin. This noise was followed immediately by a couple of pistol shots. "Road agents, I'll wager," muttered the border king to himself. He rose softly, took up his revolvers, and peered out through a crack in the door. By the light of the moon, he saw three men outside, and one glance was enough to show him that his suspicion of their character was correct. 7 One of the men, whose pistol was still smoking from the shots he had fired to awaken the inmates, had dismounted from his horse and was walking up to hammer on the door. The other two men sat upon their horses, holding their rifles ready to fire, if it was necessary. All three men wore black masks, and looked what they were-road agents and frontier desperadoes of the worst type. "Now, then, old woman, get up and open the door," yelled the leader of the party. "We hear you've got some guests to-night, and we're going to hold them up."


THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. The women sprang out of their beds in the other room and rushed to Buffalo Bill, in wild alarm, when they dis covered who their midnight visitors were. "Open the door," whispered the king of the scouts. "As they come in, my friends and I will shoot them down. When you've opened the door, both of you must run back into your rooms without a second's delay." Nick and Wild Bill had awakened by this time and had come to the side of their friend, ready with their guns. The woman was used through many years' experience to the peri,1 and adventure of the frontier. Recovering from her fright, she did as Buffalo Bill commanded just as the road agent outside, growing impatient, was beginning to batter the door down. "Now, then, old woman, where in thunder--" he began. Before he could say any more his eyes fell upon the three scouts, who were standing before him, grim and silent, with their guns in their hands. He turned as white as a sheet and his jaw dropped. He realized that his last hour had come. Falling back a pace, he plucked out his revolver, which he had put back into his belt when the door was opened. Before he could get the drop, Nick Wharton shot him through the head, and he died almost before his body struck the floor. The two other bandits had dismo{mted from their horses to follow their leader into the house, but when they heard the shot they hastily turned and ran toward their animals. Before they could mount, the three scouts were outside, shouting to them ts> halt. They did so, but instead of throwing up their hands, they began to fire upon their pursuers. One bullet grazed Nick Wharton's temple, but in the return volley both of the outlaws were slain. The scouts returned to the hut, found a couple of shovels, and dug a deep grave some distance away, in which they buried the three bodies. When they went back to their room, they found the not awakened him. The widow, however, was wide awake and waiting for them. "I'm truly sorry, madam," said the knight of the plains, "that your sleep should have been disturbed in this very manner." "I'm mighty glad, boss, that it was/' returned the woman. "Those rascals have been the pest of the country for months, and they are well out of the way." "Nevertheless, it must have been a great shock to you to see them killed like that," remarked Buffalo Bill. "Nary a shock," replied the tough old widow. "I've seen too many good. men shot to worry about a few bad ones now." They all slept undisturbed for the rest the night, and the four friends reached 'Frisco safely, without any fuf' ther perils or adventures. The professor wanted them to come with him on another balloon trip at some future time, but they thanked him warmly and declined. Their opinion: of ballooning was tersely summed up by old Nick Wharton. "Waal, gosh durn it, I wouldn't hev missed it fur half a dozen ranches; but may I be everlastingly scalped if I wants any more of it." As for the professor, he continued his career as an aero naut, but it was in other lands. Never again did he frighten the Indians of the Far West with his Wind Spirit. THE END. The next story in THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES to be published next week, will be called "Buffalo Bill s Death Thrust; or, Snake Eye's Silent Doom." It tells of one of the great est perils ever encountered by the border king, and the marvelous manner in which he escaped from a party of hostile Indians, who thought they had him cornered. Snake Eye was one of the worst enemies Buffalo Bill ever encountered among the redskins, and the story of how he finally overcame him will make good reading for any boy who has a healthy taste for the literature of the Wild Frenchman was still peacefully sleeping. The shots had West. Don't forget to buy the story next week, No. 229. Bewate of Wild W4'st Imitations of the Buffalo Bill Stories. They arl'e about fictitious characters. Tiae Buffalo Bill weekly is the only weekly containing the of Bill, (Col. W. r. Cody), wbJ known en over the world .t!I the ki'lg oV uouts.


YOUN6 ROU6H RIDERS WEEKLY 28-Ted Strong's Chase; or, The Young Rough Riders on the Trail. 29-Ted Strong's Enemy; or, An Uninvited Guest. 30-Ted Strong's Triumph; or, The End of the> Contest. 31-Ted Strong in Nebraska; or, The Trail to Fremont. 32-Ted Strong in Kansas City; or, The Last of the Herd. 33-The Rough Riders in Missouri; or, In the Hands of His Enemy. 34-The Young Rough Riders in St. Louis; or, The League of the Camorra. 35-The Young Rough Riders in Indiana; or, The Vengeance of the Camorra. 36-The Young Rough Riders in Chicago; or, Bud Morgan's Day Off. 37-The Young Rough Riders in Kansas; or, The Trail of the Outlaw. 38-The Young Rough Riders in the Rockies; or, Fighting in Mid Air. 39--The Young Rough Rider's Foray; or, The Mad Horse of Raven Hill. 40-The Young Rough Rider's Fight to the Death; or, The Mad Hermit of Bear's Hole .. 41-The Young Rough Rider's Indian Trail; or, Okanaga, the Cheyenne. 42-The Young Rough Rider's Double; or, Un masking a Sham. 43-The Young Rough Rider's Vendetta; or, The House of the Sorceress. 44-Ted Strong in Old Mexico; or, The Haunted Hacienda. 45-The Young Rough Rider in California; or, The Owls of San Pablo. 46-The Young Rough Rider's Silver Mine; or, The Texas Giant. 47-The Young Rough Rider's Wildest Ride; or, Cleaning Out a Whole Town. 48-The Young Rough Girl Guide; or, The Maid of the Mountains. 49--The Young Rough Rider's Handicap; or, Fighting the Mormon Kidnapcrs. 50-The Young Rough Rider's Daring Climb; or, The Treasure of Copper Crag. 51-The Young Rough Rider's Bitterest Foe; or, The Challenge of Capt. N emo. 52-The Young Rough Rider s Great Play; or, The Mad Ally of a Villain. 53-The Young Rough Rider Trapped; or, A Villain's Desperate Play. 54-The Young Rough Rider 's Still-Hunt; or, The Mystery of Dead. Man's Pass. 55-The Young Rough Rider s Close Call; or, The Girl From Denver. 56-The Young Rough Rider's Close Call; or, Life Against Life. 57-The Young Rough Rider's Silent Foe; or, The Hermit of Satan's Gulch. 58-The Youi ;1g Rough Rider s River Route; or, A Fight Against Great Odds. 59--The Young Rough Rider's Investment; or, A Bargain With a Ghost. 6o-The Young Rough Rider's Pledge; or, The Hermit of Hidden Haunt. 61-The Young Rough Rider's Aerial Voyage; or The Stranded Circus. 62-Ted Strong's Nebraska Ranch; or, The Fra cas at Fullerton. 63-Teq Strong's Treasure Hunt; or, The Demons of Coahuila. 64-Ted Strong's Terrible Test; or, Joining a Secret Clan. 65-The Young Rough Riders in Shakerag Canyon; or, Routing the Rustlers of the Big Horn. 66-Ted Strong's Secret Service; or, The Mystic Letter. 67-Ted Strong s Decisive Tactics; or, The Man with the Evil Eye. 68-Ted Strong's Troublesome Neighbors; or, The Feud in Texas. 69--Ted Strong's Dusky Friend; or, The Gypsy Girl's Warning. 70-The YoungRough Riders in Panama; or, 'An Unpremeditated Voyage. 71-Ted Strong's Fearless Stand ; or, The Young Rough Riders in Arizona. 72-Ted Strong's Tight Squeeze; or, The Ari zona Clean Up. 73-Ted Strong's Celestial Foe; or, A Big Show Down in Pacas. 74-Ted Strong's Luck; or, The Deed to Moon Valley. 75-Ted Strong's Generosity; or, The Mystery of the Blue Butterfly. J\11 of the above numbers always on hand. If you cannot get them from your newsdealer, five cents per copy will bring them to you by mail, postpaid. STREET & SMITH, Publishers, 79-89 Seventh Ave., NEW YORK l '


YOUNG ROVER LIBRARY Adventures of THE AMERICAN HARKA WA V t THE unflagging interest taken in the fortunes of the immortal Jack Harkaway by young boys, and old boys as well, bas for thirty years been one of the marvels of the publishing world. These stories seem to be just as eagerly sought after and devoured to-day as wjien first issued, and myriads of readers Idolize the Bold and Unconquered Jack in much the same spirit as they do good old Robinson Crusoe. In fact it has become a household name. And yet, there has always been something like a spirit of keen disI appointment among American lads because this hero happened to be a Britisher. Believing that the time was ripe to remedy this one defect, we have placed upon the market this new series under the name of the Young Library, in which, from week to week, are chronicled the wonde rful adventures and madcap pranks of a genuine Yankee lad, who certainly bids fair to out.Harkaway the famous original of this type. In the energetic and restless Link Rover a unique character has been created so bold and striking that his name has already becom11 quite as familiar among our American boys as those of Frank Merriwell or Buffalo Bill. These Stories of Adventure and Frolic at school and abroad are written especially for this series by Gale Richards, who is under exclusive contract to devote his whole time and attention to this fascinating work. There is not a dull line from beginning to end, because Link Rover believes it is his especial duty and privilege to keep things constantly "humming." So be fairly warned that to commence reading of his strange experiences is to acquire the "Rover habit," which clings to one like a leech and is very hard to shake off. 20-Link Rover's Cam)' Fires; or, A Jolly Jour ney with the Hoboes. 21-Link Rover on Guard; or, Tricks Played on Travelers. 22-Link Rover's Discovery; or, A Very Hot Time at Denver. 23-Link Rover Trapped; or, The Bursting of a Bubble. 24-Link Rover and the Money Makers; or, Something Not Down on the Bills. 25-Link Rover in Chicago; or, Making Things Fairly Hum. Rover's Strategy; or, Smoking Out an Old Enemy. 27-Link Rover Among the Shanty Boatmen; or, A Roaring Voyage Down the Miss issippi 28-Link Rover s Flying Wedge; or, Football Tactics on a River Steamboat. 29-Link R ove r's Crusoe Island ; or, A Campaign of Humor in the Flood. 30-Link Rover's Surprise; or, The Mischief to Pay. 31-Link Rover Among the Cotton Pickers: or, Hustling for Fun Down in Dixie Land. 32-Link Rover's Black Double; or, Mirth and Mystery on the Old Plantation. 33-Link Rover's Tame Scarecrow; or, The As tounding Racket "Daddy" Played. 34-Link Rover's Awful Hoax; or, Comical Doings Among the Lynchers. 35-Link Rover in Trouble; or, A Picnic Not Down on the Bills. Rover's Success; or, High Jinks Among the Moonshiners. 37-Link Rover on Deck ; or, Screaming Larks With Drummers. 38-Link Rover in Florida; or, Hilarious Times Under the Palmettos. 39-Link Rover Stumped; or, The Prank That "Froggie" Planned. 40-Link Rover's Houseboat; or, A Howling Cruise Down Indian River. 41-Link Rover Wrecked; or, Stirring Up the Oyster Dredgers. 42-Link Rover's Little Joke; or, Warm Work at Palm Beach. 43-Link Rover on His Mettle; or, Out For Fun All the Time. 44-Link Rover's Best Scheme; or, a Hurricane 1 of Humor Along the Coast. 45-Link Rover's Journey; or, The Happy-Go Lucky Farce by "Jonsey." Rover in Cuba; or, the Sleepy Dons. 47-Link Rover ,' Afloat and Ashore; or, Not So Simple as He Looked. 48-Link Rover's Magic Salve; or, A Doctor in Spite of Himself. 49-Link Rover in Old Mexico; or, Doing "Stunts" Among the Greasers. 50--Link Rover's Triiimph; or, Whooping Things Up Along the Roa<;l. 51-Link Rover Among the Fire-Worshipers; or, A Yankee Joker in the Land of Diaz. 52-Link Rover at Coney Island; or, Warm Times with the Fakirs. 53-Link Rover's White Elephant; or, A Sea shore Hoax That Caused a Riot. 54-Link Rover's Hoodoo Charm; or, Rounding Up the Bowery Boys. All of the above numbers always on hand. If you cannot get them from your newsdealer, five cents per copy will bring them to you by mail, postpaid. STRT & SMITH, PubHshers, 79-89 Seventh Ave", NEW YORK


------------------------------------------------Contains the Biggest and Best Stories o{ All Descriptions. A Different Complete Story Each YI eek. FOLLOWIN6-IS A LIST OF THE LATEST ISSUES : 86-Prisoners of W a r ; or, Jack Dashaway s Rise from the Ranks. By "Old T e cumseh 87-A Cha rmed Life ; or, The Boy with the Sn a ke Skin Belt. B y the author of Am o ng the M a lays ." 88-0nly an Irish Boy ; or, Andy Burk e's Fortune s By H o ratio A l ger Jr. 89-The Key t o the Cipher; or, The Boy Actor 's Strug gle. B y Frank J. Earll. 90-Thro u g h T hick a1,1d Thin; or, Foes to the 4 s t By Walter J. Newton 91-In Ru ss i a's P ower; or1 How Two Boy s Outwitted the Czar By Matt Royal. 92-Jonah M udd the Ma s c o t of Hoodooville; or, Which Was Which? By Fred Tho rpe. 93-Fig hting' t he Semino l e s ; or, Harry Emerson's Re d Fri e nd By Maj Herbert H C l yde 94-The Young Outlaw; or-, Adrift i n Street s B y H o r a tio A l ger Jr. 95-The Pas s of Gho s ts; or, A Yankee Boy i n the Far West. By C o rnelius She a -The F o rtune s of a Foundling; or, D ick the O ut ca s t By R alph Ranger 97-The H11nt for the Tali sman; or, The Fortunes of the Gold Grab Mine By J. M Merrill. 98-Mystic Is l a nd The Tale of a Hidden Treasur e By th e author of T he Wreck of the Gla11cus." 99-Capt. or, The Terror o f t h e B l ac k Range By Cornelius S hea. loo-Julius, the .Str e e t Boy; or A Waif' s Ris e from Pov e rty By Horatio Alger, Jr. IOI-Shang h aie d ; or A Wand erer Against His Will. By H C. J,m met. 102-Luke J e p s on Treachery; or, The Dwarfs of the P<1cific. y t h e author of "The Wreck of the Glauc us ." 103-Ta ngled Trails; or, The Mystery o f the Manvill e F ortun e By Clifford P a rk. 104-James, Lan g ley {:o ; or The Boy Miners of S alt River By the author of "Ca pt. Startle 105-Be n Barcl ay s Courage ; o r The Fortunes o f a St o r e Bo y By Horatio Alger J r. 106-Fred Desmond 's Mi ss ion; or, The Cruise o f t he E xplo re r By Cornelius Shea rn7-Tom Pinkney' s Fo rtune; o r Around the World with N ellie Bly By Lieut Clyde. 1o8-Detec tive Cli nk e t's Invest i gations; or, The Mys t e ry o f the Seve r ed Hand By Clifford P a rk. 109-ln t h e D e pl:h s of the Dark C ontinent; or, The Ven ge an c e of V a n Vincent By the author of "The W r e ek o f th e 'Gla ucus .' no-Barr, the D e te c ti ve; or, The Peril of Lucy G rav es. By T h o ma s P Montfort. III-A Bandit of Cos ta J;lica; or, The Story of a Stra nded Circu s By Corneliu s Sh e a n2-Da c ey D e arb o rn' s Difficulties; or, The Struggle of th e Ri va l Detectives. By Clifford Park. n 3 Ben F o lsom s Courage; or, How P l uck Won Out. By Fred Thorpe / II4-Daring Dick Goodlo e's Apprenticeship; or, The F o rtune s of a Young Newspaper Rep or te r By Phil Willoughby. n5B o wery Bill the Wharf Rat ; o r The Y oung Stre et Ai:a b s Vow. By Ed S. W h eeler II6--A F i g ht for a Sw e etheart; o r The Romance of Young Dave J\.;[-ansa rd B y C o rn e l ius Shea. l 17-Col. My s teria ; or, T he Tra cking of a Criminal to H i s Gr ave. By Launce P o yntz. II8--Elect ri c B o b 's Sea Cat ; o r T h e D ari ng Invasion of D eat h Vall e y By Robert T Toomb s II9-Th e Great W a ter Mystery ; or The Adventures of Paul H ass ard. By Matt Royal. 1 20--T h e Elec tri c Ma n in the Enchanted Valley; o r The Wonderful Adventures of Two Boy Invent o rs. By the autho r of The Wreck of t h e l2I-C apt. Cyclone, Band it; or, Purs ued by an Elec tric Man By the author o f The Wreck of the 'Glaucus.' 122-Les ter Orton' s Legacy; or, T h e St orr of t h e Trea s ure Belt By Clifford P a rk. 123-The Luck of a Four-Leaf Clover; or, T h e Reunited Twins By C o rnel i us Shea 124-Dandy Re x ; or, )\n Americ a n Boy's Adventures in Spain By Marline Manly 1 25-The Mad Hermit of the Swamp s ; or, Ned Haw ley' s Que st. By W B Lawson. 126-Fr ed Morden's Ri c h Rewa rd; or, The R es c u e of a Millionai r e B y Matt Royal. 127-In t he Wonder ful L a n d of Hez; or, The Mysterr of the Fou n tain o f You th. By the aut hor of the "Wreck of t h e Gl

' 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 '


.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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