University of California Berkeley DALE L. MORGAN MEMORIAL FUND ^ / ..* THE LIFE OF HON. WILLIAM F. CODY KNOWN AS BUFFALO BILL THE FAMOUS HUNTER, SCOUT AND GUIDE. AN AUTOBIOGRAPHY: HARTFORD, CONN: FRANK E. BLISS. COPYRIGHT, 1879, by F. E. BLISS. All rights reserved. GENERAL PHILIP II. SHERIDAN, THIS BOOK IS MOST RESPECTFULLY DEDICATED BY THE AUTHOK. (Fac-Simile of commendatory letter from Lieut. Gen. Philip P. Sheridan.) ^Headquarters Military ^Division of the Missouri, INTRODUCTORY. The life and adventures of Hon. Wijliam F. Cody Buffalo Bill as told by himself, make up a narrative which reads more like romance than reality, and which in many respects will prove a valuable contribution to the records of our Western frontier history. While no literary excellence is claimed for the narra- tive, it has the greater merit of being truthful, and is verified in such a manner that no one can doubt its veracity. The fre- quent reference to such military men as Generals Sheridan, Carr, Merritt, Crook, Terry, Colonel Royal, and other officers under whom Mr. Cody served as scout and guide at different times and in various sections of the frontier, during the numerous Indian campaigns of the last ten or twelve years, affords ample proof of of his genuineness as a thoroughbred scout. There is no humbug or braggadocio about Buffalo Bill. He is known far and wide, and his reputation has been earned honest- ly and by hard work. ly a combination of circumstances he was educated to the life of a plainsman from his youth up ; and not the least interesting portion of his career is that of his early life, passed as it was in Kansas during the eventful and trouble- ous times connected with the settlement of that state. Spend- ing much time in the saddle, while a mere boy he crossed the plains many times in company with bull-trains ; on some of these trips he met with thrilling adventures and had several hair- breadth escapes from death at the hands of Indians. Then, for a while, he was dashing over the plains as a pony-express rider. Soon afterwards, mounted on the high seat of an overland stage- coach, he was driving a six-in-hand team. We next hear of vi INTRODUCTORY. him cracking the bull-whacker's whip, and commanding a wagon- train through a wild and dangerous country to the far West. During the civil war he enlisted as a private, and became a scout with the Union army ; since the war he has been emplo3 r ed as hunter, trapper, guide, scout and actor. As a buffalo hunter he has no superior ; as a trailer of Indians he has no equal. For many yeafls he has taken an active part in all the principal Indi- an campaigns on the Western frontier, and as a scout and guide he has rendered inestimable services to the various expeditions which he accompanied. During his life on the plains he not only had many exciting adventures himself, but he became associated with many of the other noted plainsmen, and in his narrative he frequently refers to them and relates many interesting incidents and thrilling events connected with them. He has had a fertile field from which to produce this volume, and has frequently found it neces- sary to condense the facts in order to embody the most interesting events of his life. The following from a letter written by General E. A. Carr, of the Fifth Cavalry, now commanding Fort McPher- son, speaks for itself : " I first met Mr. Cody, October 22d, 1868, at Buffalo Station, on the Kansas Pacific railroad, in Kansas. He was scout and guide for the seven companies of the Fifth Cavalry, then under Colonel Royal, and of which I was ordered to take the command. * * * * "From his services with my command, steadily in the field for nine months, from October, 1868, to July, 1861), and at subsequent times, I am qualified to bear testimony to his qualities and character. " He was very modest and' unassuming. I did not know for a long time how good a title he had to the appellation, 'Buffalo Bill.' I am apt to dis- count the claims of scouts, as they will occasionally exaggerate; and when I found one who said nothing about himself, I did not think much of him, till I had proved him. He is a natural gentleman in his manners as well as in character, and has none of the roughness of the typical frontiersman. He can take his own part when required, but 1 have never heard of his using a knife or a pistol, or engaging in a quarrel where it could be avoided. His personal strength and activity are such that he can hardly meet a man whom he cannot handle, and his temper and disposition are so good that no one has reason to quarrel with him. "His eye-sight is better than a good field glass; he is the best trailer I ever heard of; and also the best judge of the 'lay of country,' that is, INTRODUCTORY. v ii he is able to tell what kind of country is ahead, so as to know how to act. He is a perfect judge of distance, and always ready to tell correctly how many miles it is to water, or to any place, or how many miles have been inarched. * * * * "Mr. Cody seemed never to tire and was always ready to go, in the dark- est night or the worst weather, and usually volunteered, knowing. what the emergency required. His trailing, when following Indians or looking for stray animals or game, is simply wonderful. He is a most extraordinary hunter. I could not believe that a man could be certain to shoot antelope running till I had seen him do it so often. " In a fight Mr. Cody is never noisy, obstreperous or excited. In fact, I never hardly noticed him in a fight, unless I happened to want him, or he had something to report, when he was always in the right place, and his in- formation was always valuable and reliable. " During the winter of 1C63, we encountered hardships and exposure in terrific snow storms, sfeet, etc., etc. On one occasion, that winter, Mr. Cody showed his quality by quietly offering to go with some dispatches to General Sheridan, across a dangerous region, where another principal scout was reluctant to risk himself. " On the 13th of May, 1C69, he was in the fight at Elephant Rock, Kansas, and trailed the Indians till the IGth, when we got another fight out of them on Spring Creek, in Nebraska, and scattered them after following them one hundred and fifty miles in three days. It was at Spring Creek where ( ody was ahead of the command about three miles, with the advance guard of forty men, when two hundred Indians suddenly surrounded them. Our men dismounted and formed in a circle, holding their horses, firing and slowly re- treating. They all, to this day, speak of C'ody's coolness and bravery. This was the Dog Soldier band winch captured Mrs. Alderdice and Mrs. Weichel in Kansas. They strangled Mrs Alderdice's baby, killed Mrs. Weichel's husband, and took a great deal of property and stock from differ- ent persons. We got on their trail again, June 28th, and followed it nearly two hundred miles, till we struck the Indians on Sunday, July llth, 1 69, at Summit Spring. The Indians, as soon as they saw us coming, killed Mrs. Alderdice with a hatchet, and shot Mrs. Weichel, but fortunately not fatally, and she was saved. " Mr. Cody has since served with me as post guide and scout at Fort Mc- Pherson, where he frequently distinguished himself. * * * * " In the summer of 1R76, Cody went with me to the Black Hills region^ where he killed Yellow-Hand. Afterwards he was with the Big Horn and Yellowstone expedition. I consider that his services to the country and the army by trailing, finding and fighting Indians, and thus protecting the frontier settlers, and by guiding commands over the best and most practi- cable routes, have been far beyond the compensation he has received. His friends of the Fifth Cavalry are all glad that he is in a lucrative business, and hope that he may live long and prosper. Personally, I feel under viii INTRODUCTORY. obligations to him for assistance in my campaigns which no other man could, or would, have rendered. Of course I wish him, and his, every success. FORT McPHEEsoN, NEBRASKA, ) E. A. CARR, Lt. Col. 5th Cav., July 3d, 1878 $ Brev. Maj. Gen'l U. S. Army. Buffalo Bill is now an actor, and is meeting with success. He owns a large and valuable farm adjoining the town of North Platte, Nebraska, and there his family live in ease and comfort. He has also an extensive cattle ranch on the Dismal river, sixty- five miles north of North Platte, his partner being Major Frank North, the old commander of the celebrated Pawnee scouts. While man) r events of his career are known to the public, yet the reader will find in this narrative much that will be entirely new and in- tensely interesting to both young and old. THE PUBLISHER. Jllustraiions. PAG*. THE AUTHOR, PORTRAIT, ON STEEL FRONTISPIECE YOUTHFUL ADVENTURES ^. 19 SAMUEL'S FATAL ACCIDENT ! 21 BILLINGS AS A BOCARBO 81 BILLINGS RIDING LITTLE GBAY 35 EXCITING SPORT (FULL PAGE) 36 STAKING OUT LOTS 40 MY FATHER STABBED 42 MY FATHER'S ESCAPE k 43 LIFE OR DEATH 45 BOYISH SPORT 52 TWOTOO.VE 54 KILLING MY KIRST INDIAN (FULLPAGE) 60 A PRAIRIE SCHOONER (FULL PAG E) 67 WILD BILL (PORTRAIT) 71 HOLDING THE FORT (FULL PAGE; 81 CAMPING IN A SEPULCHRE. (FULL PAGK) 87 RAFTING ON THE PLATTE 90 RIDING POXY EXPRESS 92 SAVED BY CHIEF RAIN IN-THE-FACE (FULL PAGE)...' ... 96 CHANGING HORSES 105 ATTACK ov STAGE COACH 106 ALF. SLADE Ki I.LING THE DRIVER '. 109 TH HORSE THIEVES DE.V (FULLPAGE) 113 MY ESCAPE FROM THE HORS'E THIEVES 116 BOB SCOTT'S FAMOUS COACH RIDE (FULL PAGE) 122 "NEARLY EVERY MAN HAD Two HORSES" 126 WILD BILL AND THE OUTLAWS (FULLPAGE) 12 WILD BILL'S DUEL 133 GENER \LGEO. A. CUSTER (PORTRAIT) 147 DEPARTING RICHES. 151 TONGUES AND TENDERLOINS 156 THR INDIAN HORSE THIEVES. . 159- THE MAN WHO FIRED THE GUN 160 BUFFALO Bi I.L (FULL PAGE) 163 "DOWN WENT His HORSE" 165 THE FIRE SIGNAL 169 KIT CARSON (PORTRAIT) 170 A GOOD HORSE 177 A BIG JOKE 179 AMBUSHING THE INDIANS (FULL PAGE) 184 WHOA THERE! - 189 DELIVERING DISPATCHES TO GENERAL RHKRIDAN 191 THE Two TRAMPS Wl x ILLUSTRATIONS. CARRYING DISPATCHES 199 GEN'L PHIL. SHERIDAN (PORTRAIT) 201 BATTLE ONTHE AKICKAREE 204 BRINGING MEAT INTO CAMP 208 "INDIANS!" 209 GENERAL E. A. CARR (PORTRAIT) 210 A CRACK SHOT 213 A HARD CROWD 217 CAMPING IN THE SNOW (FULL PAGE) 220 A WELCOME VISITOR 225 ANTELO : ES 228 THE RECAPTURE OF BEVINS (FULL PAGE) 239 BOBBING A STAGE COACH 242 INDIAN VILLAGE (FULL PAGE) 257 THE KILLING OF TALL BULL 261 AN OLD BONE 267 A WEDDING CEREMONY 278 A HIDE FOR LIFE 279 PRAIRIE DOG VILLAGE 285 MCCARTHY'S FRIGHT 291 FINDING THE KEMAINS OF THE BUCK PARTY (FULL PAGE) 293 SPOTTKD TAIL (FOR RAIT) 297 GRAND DUKE ALEXIS (PORTRAIT) 299 INDIAN EXERCISES 300 TWO-LANCE KILLING A BUFFALO SOS AN EMBARRASSING SITUATION 307 TEXAS JACK (PORTRAIT) 316 RIFLES 319 STUDYING THE PARTS 324 BEHIND THE FOOTLIGHTS 326 LEARNING THE GAME 832 GETTING SATISFACTION 834 A DUKL WITH CHIEF YELLOW-HAND (FULL PAGE) 345 SCOUTING ON A STEAMBOAT , 354 CLOSE QUARTERS 358 ONE OP THE TROUPE 364 CHAPTER I. CHILDHOOD. Early Days in Iowa A Brother's Death Th0 Family Move to a New- Country Incidents on the Road The Horse Race Our "Little Gray " Victorious A Pleasant Acquaintance Uncle Elijah Cody Our New Home My Ponies 17 CHAPTER II. EARLY INFLUENCES. Dress Parade atFort Leavenworth The Beautiful Salt Creek Valley The Mormon Emigrants The Wagon Trains The Cholera A Lively Scene My Eirst Sight of Indians " Dolly " and " Prince '' A Long-Lost Relative Turns up Adventurous Career of Horace Billings His Splendid Horsemanship Catching Wild Horses. ... 26 CHAPTER III BOY DAYS IN KANSAS. My Indian Acquaintances An Indian Barbecue Beginning of the Kansas Troubles An Indiscreet Speech by my Father, who is Stabbed for his Boldness -Persecutions at the Hands of the Missourians A Strategic Escape A Battle at Hickory Point A Plan to Kill Father is Defeated by Myself -He is Elected to the Lecompton Legislature I Enter the Employ of William Russell Herding Cattle A Plot to Blow Up our House A Drunken Missourian on the War-Path. .... 38 CHAPTER IV. YOUTHFUL EXPERIENCES. At School My First Love Scrape I Punish my Rival, and then Run Away -My First Trip Across the Plains Steve Gobel and I are Friends once more Death of my Father I Start forSalt Lake Our Wagon Train Surprised by Indians, who Drive us off, and Capture our Outfit I Kill my First Indian Our Return to Leaven- worth I am Interviewed by a Newspaper Reporter, who gives me a Good "Send-Off".. 53 xii CONTENTS. CHAPTER V. IN BUSINESS. My Second Trip Across the Plains The Salt Lake Trail Wild Bill- He Protects me from the Assault of a Bully A Buffalo Hunt Our Wagon Train Stampeded by Buffaloes We are Taken Pris- oners by the Mormons We Proceed to Fort Bridger 64 CHAPTER VI. HARD TIMES. A Dreary Winter At Fort Bridger Short Rations Mule Steaks Homeward Bound in the Spring A Square Meal Corraled by Indians A Mule Barricade We Hold the Fort Home Again Off for the West Trapping on the Chugwater And Laramie Rivers We go to Sleep in a Human Grave A Horrifying Dis- covery A Jollification at Oak Grove Ranch Home Once More I go to School The Pike s Peak Gold Excitement Down the Platte River on a Raft I Become a Pony Express Rider 78 CHAPTER VII. ACCIDENTS AND ESCAPES. Trapping on Prairie Dog Creek -An Accident whereby we Lose one of our Oxen I Fall and Break my Leg Left Alone in Camp Unwel- come Visitors A Party of Hostile Sioux Call upon me and Make Themselves at Home Old Rain-in-the-Face Saves my Life Snow- Bound A Dreary Imprisonment Return of my Partner A Joy- ful Meeting We Pull Out for Home Harrington Dies. . .- 93 CHAPTER VIII. ADVENTURES ON THK OVERLAND ROAD. Introduction to Alf. Slade He Employs me as a Pony Express Rider I Make a Long Ride Indians Attack an Overland Stage Coach Wild Bill Leads a Successful Expedition against the Indians A Grand Jollification at Sweetwater Bridge Slade Kills a Stage Driver The End of the Spree A Bear Hunt I fall among Horse Thieves My Escape I Guide a Party to Capture the Gang 103 CHAPTER IX. FAST DRIVING. Bob Scott, the Stage Driver The Story of the Most Reckless Piece of Stage Driving that ever Occurred on the Overland Road 119 CHAPTER X. QUESTIONABLE PROCEEDINGS. The Civil War Jayhawking Wild Bill's Fight with the McCandless Gang of Desperadoes I become Wild Bill's Assistant Wagon- Master We Lose our Last Dollar on a Horse Race He becomes a Government Scout He has a Duel at Springfield 125 CONTENTS. .A. Ill CHAPTER XI. A SOLDIER. Scouting against the Indians in the Kiowa and Comanche country The Red-Legged Scouts A Trip to Denver Death of my Mother I Awake one Morning to Find myself a Soldier I am put on De- tached Service as a Scout The Chase after Price An Unexpect- ed Meeting with Wild Bill An Unpleasant Situation Wild Bill's Escape from the Southern Lines The Charge upon Price's Army We return to Springfield - 134 CHAPTER XII. A WEDDING. I Fall in LoreA Successful Courting Expedition I am Married The Happiest Event of my Life Our Trip up the Missouri River The Bushwhackers Come after me I become Landlord of a Hotel Off for the Plains once more Scouting on the Frontier for the Government A Ride with General Custer An Expedition from Fort Hays has a Lively Chase after Indians Cholera in Camp.. 141 CHAPTER XIII. A MILLIONAIRE. A Town Lot Speculation" A Big Thing "I become Half-Owner of a City Corner Lots R?served Rome's Rapid Rise We consider ourselves Millionaires Dr. Webb Hays City We Regard our- selves as Paupers A Race with Indians Captain Graham's Scout after the Indians 149 CHAPTER XIV. EARNING A TITLE. Hunting for the Kansas Pacific How I got my Name of " Buffalo Bill" The Indians give me a Lively Chase They get a Dose of their own Medicine Another Adventure Scottyand myself Corraled by Indians A Fire Signal brings Assistance Kit Carson 161 CHAPTER XV. CHAMPION BUFFALO KILLER. A Buffalo Killing Match with Billy Comstock An Excursion party from St. Louis come out to Witness the Sport I win the Match, and am declared the Champion Buffalo Killer of the Plains 171 CHAPTER XVI. A COURIER Scouting Captured by Indians A Strategic Escape A Hot Pursuit The Indians led into an Ambush Old Satanta's Tricks and Threats Excitement at Fort Lamed ' lerders and Wood-Choppers Killed by the Indians A Perilous Ride I get into the wrong Pew Safe arrival at Fort Hays Interview with General Sheridan My ride to Fort Dodge I return to Fort Lamed My Mule gets away from me A long Walk The Mule Passes In his Chips 178 xiv CONTENTS. CHAPTER XVII. AN APPOINTMENT. General Sheridan appoints me Guide ,and Chief of Scouts of the Fifth Cavalry The Dog Soldiers General Forsyth's Fight on the Arickaree Fork 200 CHAPTER XVIII. SCOUTING. Arrival of the Fifth Cavalry at Fort Hays Out on a Scout A little Skirmish with Indians A Buffalo Hunt A False Alarm in camp A Scout on the Beaver The Supply Camp is Surprised Arrival of General Carr The new Lieutenant and his Reception Another Indian Hunt An Engagement A Crack Shot I have a little Indian fight of my own Return to Fort Wallace While hunting Buffaloes with a small Party, we are Attacked by Fifty Indians. . . . 206 CHAPTER XIX. A TOUGH TIME. A Winter's Campaign in the Canadian River Country Searching for Penrose's Command A Heavy Snow- Storm Taking the Wagon Train down a Mountain Side Camp Turkey Darkey Deserters from Penrose's Command Starvation in Penrose's Camp We reach the Command with Timely Relief Wild Bill A Beer Jollifi- cation Hunting Antelopes Return to Fort Lyon 218 CHAPTER XX. AN EXCITING CHASE. A Difficulty with a Quartermaster's Agent I give him a Severe Pound- ing A Stormy Interview with General Bankhead and Captain Laufer I put another "Head'' on the Quartermaster's Agent I am Arrested In the Guard-House General Bankhead Releases me A Hunt after Horse Thieves Their Capture Escape of Bevins His Recapture Escape of Williams Bevins Breaks Out of Jail His Subsequent Career 229 CHAPTER XXI. A MILITARY EXPEDITION. The Fifth Cavalry is Ordered to the Department of the Platte Liquids vs. Solids A Skirmish with the Indians Arrival at Fort McPher- son Appointed Chief of Scouts Major Frank North and the Pawnee Scouts Belden the White Chief The Shooting Match- Review of the Pawnee Scouts An Expedition against the Indians " Buckskin Joe " 243 CONTENTS. CHAPTER XXII. XV A DESPERATE FIGHT. Pawnees vs. Siouxs We strike a Large Trail The Print of a Woman's Shoe The Summit Springs Fight A Successful Charge Capture of the Indian Village Rescue of a White Woman One hundred and forty Indians Killed I kill Tall Bull and Capture his Swift Steed The Command proceeds to FortSedgwick Powder Face / A Scout after Indian Horse-Thieves "Ned Buntline " "Tall Bull " as a Racer Powder Face wins a Race without a Rider An Expedition to the Niobrara An Indian Tradition 254 CHAPTER XXIII. ADMINISTERING JUSTICE. I make my Home at Fort McPherson Arrival of my Family Hunting and Horse Racing An Indian Raid-y Powder Face Stolen A Lively Chase An Expedition to the Republican River Country General Duncan A Skirmish with the Indians A Stern Chase An Addition to my Family Kit Carson Cody I am made a Justice of the Peace A Case of Replevin I perform a Marriage Cere- monyProfessor Marsh's Fossil- Hunting Expedition 268 CHAPTER XXIV. HUNTING EXPEDITIONS. The Grand Hunt of General Sheridan, James Gordon Bennett, and other Distinguished Gentlemen From Fort McPherson to Fort Hays Incidents of the Trip "Ten Days on the Plains" Gen- eral Carr's Hunting Expedition A Joke on McCarthy A Search for the Remains of Buck's Surveying Party, who had been Mur- dered by the Indians 281 CHAPTER XXV. HUNTING WITH A GRAND DUKE. The Grand Duke Alexis Hunt Selection of a Camp I Visitr Spotted Tail's Camp The Grand Duke and Party arrive at Camp Alexis- Spotted Tail's Indians give a Dance The Hunt Alexis Kills his First Buffalo Champagne The Duke Kills another Buffalo More Champagne End of the Hunt Departure of the Duke and his Party ... 295 CHAPTER XXVI. SIGHT-SEEING. My Visit in the East Reception in Chicago Arrival in New York I am well Entertained by my old Hunting Friends I View the Sights of the Metropolis Ned Buntline The Play of " Buffalo Bill "I am Called Upon to make a Speech A Visit to my Relatives Return to the West 306 CONTENTS. CHAPTER XXVII. Arrival of the Third Cavalry at Fort McPherson A Scout after Indians A Desperate Fight with Thirteen Indians A Hunt with the Earl of Dunraven A Hunt with a Chicago Party Milligan's Bravery Neville I am Elected to the Nebrask i Legislature ............. 313 CHAPTER XXVIII. AN ACTOR. I resolve to go upon the Stage I resign my Seat in the Legislature Texas Jack" The Scouts of the Plains "A Crowded House A Happy Thought A Brilliant Debut A Tour of the Country ....... 320 CHAPTER XXIX. STARRING, The Theatrical Season of 1773-74 -Wild Bill and his Tricks He Leaves us at Rochester lie becomes a " Star" A Bogus " Wild Bill "A Hunt with Thomas P. Medley, an English gentleman A Scout on the Powder River and in the Big Horn Country Cali- fornia Joe Theatrical Tour of 1^74 and Io75 Death of my son, Kit L arson Cody .............................................. 329 CHAPTER XXX. A RETURN TO THE PLAINS. The Sioux Campaign of 1376 I am appointed Guide and Chief of Scouts of the Fifth Cavalry An Engagement with eight hundred C heyennes A Duel with Yellow Hand Generals Terry and Crook meet, and co-operate '1 ogether ......... . ....................... 340 CHAPTER XXXI. DANGEROUS WORK. Scouting on a Steamboat Captain Grant Marsh A Trip down the Yellowstone River Acting as Dispatch Carrier I Return East and open my Theatrical Season with a New Play Immense Audiences I go,into the Cattle Business in company with Major Frank North My Home at North Platte .......................... . ........ 353 CHAPTER XXXII. . CONCLUSION. A Cattle " Round-up" A Visit to My Family in our New Home A A Visit from my Sisters I go to Denver Buying more < attle Pnwnee and Nez-Perccs Indians Engaged for a Theatrical Tour The Season of 1878-79 An experience in Washington Home Once More. . ............... 362 CHAPTER I. CHILDHOOD. MY debut upon the world's stage occurred on February 26th, 1845. The scene of this first important event in my adventurous career, being in Scott county, in the State of Iowa. My parents, Isaac and Mary Ann Cody, who were numbered among the pioneers of Iowa, gave tome the name of William Frederick. I was the fourth child in the family. Martha and Julia, my sisters, and Samuel my brother, had preceded me, and the children who came after me were Eliza, Nellie, Mary and Charles, born in the order named. At the time of my birth the family resided on a farm which they called " Napsinekee Place," an Indian name and here the first six or seven years of my childhood were spent. When I was about seven years old my father moved the family to the little town of LeClair, located on the bank of the Mississippi, fifteen miles above the city of Davenport. Even at that early age my adventurous spirit led me into all sorts of mischief and danger, and when I look back upon my childhood's days I often wonder that I did not get drowned while swimming or sailing, or my neck broken while I was stealing apples in the neighboring orchards. I well remember one day that I went sailing with two other boys ; in a few minutes we found ourselves in the middle of the Mississippi ; becoming frightened at the situation we 2 17 18 LIFE OF BUFFALO BILL. lost our presence of mind, as well as our oars. We at once set up a chorus of pitiful yells, when a man, who fortu- nately heard us, came to our rescue with a canoe and towed us ashore. We had stolen the boat, and our trouble did not end until we had each received a merited whipping, which impressed the incident vividly upon my mind. I recol- lect several occasions when I was nearly eaten up by a large and savage dog, which acted as custodian of an orchard and also of a melon patch, which I frequently visited. Once, as I was climbing over the fence with a hatful of apples, this dog, which had started forme, caught me by the seat of the pantaloons, and while I clung to the top of the fence he literally tore them from my legs, but fortunately did not touch my flesh. I got away with the apples, however, by tumbling over to the opposite side of the fence with them. It was at LeClnir that I acquired my first experience as an equestrian. Somehow or other I had managed to corner a horse near a fence, and had climbed upon his back. The next moment the horse got his back up and hoisted me into the air, I fell violently to the ground, striking upon my side in such a way as to severely wrench and strain my arm, from the effects of which I did not recover fur some time. I abandoned the art of horsemanship for a while, and was induced after considerable persuasion to turn my attention to letters my A, B, C's which were taught me at the village school. My father at this time was running a stage line between Chicago and Davenport, no railroads then having been built west of Chicago. In 1849 he got the California fever and made up his mind to cross the great plains which were then and for years afterwards called the American Desert to the Pacific coast. He got ready a complete outfit and started with quite a party. After proceeding a few miles, all but my father, and greatly to his disappointment, changed their minds for some reason and abandoned the enterprise. They all returned home, and soon afterwards father moved hia MEMORIES OF CHILDHOOD. 19 YOUTHFUL ADVENTURES. y out to Walnut Grove Farm, in Scott county. "While living there I was sent to school, more for the purpose *>f being kept out of mischief than to learn any- thing. Much of my time was spent in trapping quails, which were very plentiful. I greatly enjoyed studying the habits of the little birds, and in devising traps to take them in. I was most successful with the common figure " 4 " trap which 1 could build my- self. Thus I think it was that I acquired my love for hunt- ing. I visited the quail traps twice a day, morning and evening, and as I had now become quite a good rider I was allowed to have one of the farm horses to carry me over my route. JVlany a jolly ride I had and many a boyish prank was perpetrated after getting well away from and out of the sight of home with the horse. 20 LIFE OF BUFFALO BILL. There was one event which occurred in my childhood, which I cannot recall without a feeling of sadness. It was the death of my brother Samuel, who was accidently killed in his twelfth year. My father at the time, being considerable of a politician as well as a farmer, was attending apolitical convention; for he was well known in those days as an old line Whig. He had been a member of the Iowa legislature, was a Justice of the Peace, and had held other offices. He was an excellent stump speaker and was often called upon to canvass the country round about for different candidates. The con- vention which he was attending at the time of the accident was being held at a cross-road tavern called " Sherman's," about a mile away. Samuel and 1 had gone out together on horseback for the cows. He rode a vicious mare, which mother had told him time and again not to ride, as it had an ugly disposition. We were passing the school house just as the children were being dismissed, when Samuel undertook to give an exhibition of his horsemanship, he being a good rider for a boy. The mare, Betsy, became unmanageable, reared and fell back- ward upon him, injuring him internally. He was picked up and carried amid great excitement to the house of a neighbor. I at once set out with my horse at the top of his speed for my father, and informed him of Samuel's mishap. lie took the horse and returned immediately. When I arrived at Mr. Burns' house, where my brother was, I found my father, mother and sisters there, all weeping bitterly at Samuel's bedside. A physician, after examining him, pronounced his injuries to be of a fatal character. He died the next morning. My brother was a great favorite with everybody, and his death cast a gloom upon the whole neighborhood. It was a great blow to all of the family, and especially to father who seemed to be almost heart broken over it. Father had been greatly disappointed at the failure of his THE FAMILY REMOVES FROM IOWA. 21 California expedition, and still desired to move to some new country. The death of Samuel no doubt increased this desire, and he determined to emigrate. Accordingly, early in the spring of 1852,' he disposed of his farm,' and late in March we took our departure for SAMUEL'S FATAL ACCIDENT. Kansas, which was then an unsettled territory. Onr outfit consisted of one carnage, three wagons and some fine blooded horses. The carriage was occupied by my mother and sisters. Thus we left our Iowa home. 'Father had a brother, Elijah Cody, living at Weston, Platte county, Missouri. He was the leading merchant of the place. As the town was located near the Kansas line father determined to visit him, and thither onr journey was directed. Our route lay across Iowa and Missouri, and the trip proved of interest to all of us, and especially to me. There was something new to be seen at nearly every turn of the road. At night the family generally " put up " at hotels or cross-road taverns along the way. 22 LIFE OF BUFFALO BILL. One day as we were proceeding on our way, we were met by a horseman who wanted to sell his horse, or trade him for another. He said the horse had been captured wild in Cal- ifornia ; that he was a runner and a racer ; that he had been sold by his different owners on account of his. great desire to run away when taking part in a race. The stranger seemed to be very frank in his statements, and appeared to be very anxious to get rid of the animal, and as we were going to Kansas where there would be plenty of room for the horse to run as far as as he pleased, father concluded to make a trade for him ; so an exchange of animals was easily and satisfactorily effected. The new horse being a small gray, we named him "Little Gray." An opportunity of testing the racing qualities of the horse was soon afforded. One day we drove into a small Missouri town or hamlet which lay on our route, where the farm- ers from the surrounding country were congregated for the purpose of having a holiday the y>rincipal amusement being horse-racing. Father had no trouble in arranging a race for Little Gray, and selected one of his teamsters to ride him. The Missonrians matched their fastest horse against him and were confident of cleaning out ''the emigrant," as they called father. They . were a hard looking crowd. They wore their pantaloons in their boots; their hair was long, bushy and untrimed ; their faces had evidently never made the acquaintance of a razor. They seemed determined to win the race by fair means or foul. They did a great deal of swearing, and swaggered about in rather a ruffianly style. All these incidents attracted my attention everything being new to me and became firmly impressed upon my memory. My father, being unaccustomed to the ways of such rough people, acted very cautiously ; and as they were all very anxious to bet on their own horse, he could not be induced to wager a very large sum on Little Gray, as he was afraid of foul play. LITTLE GRAY WINS A RACE. 23 " Wa-al, now, stranger," exclaimed one of the crowd, " what kind o'critter have you got anyhow, as how you're afraid to back him up very heavy?" " I'll bet five to one agin the emergrant's gray," said another. " I'm betting the same way. I'll go yer five hundred dollars agin a hundred that the gray nag gits left behind. Do I hear any man who wants to come agin me on them yer terms?" shouted still another. " Hi ! yer boys, give the stranger a chance. Don't scare him out of his boots," said a man who evidently was afraid that my father might back out. Father had but little to say, however, and would not venture more than fifty dollars on the result of the race. " Gentlemen, I am only racing my horse for sport," said he, "and am on^y betting enough to make it interesting. I have never seen Little Gray run, and therefore don't know what he can do;" at the same time he was confident that his horse would come in the winner, as he had chosen an excellent rider for him. Finally all the preliminaries of the contest were arranged. The judges were chosen and the money was deposited in the hands of a stake-holder. The race was to be a single dash of a mile. The horses were brought side by side and mount- ed by their riders. At the signal " One, two, three, go ! " off they started like a flash. The Missouri horse took the lead for the first quarter of amilo; at the half-mile, however, he began to weaken. The Missourians shouted themselves hoarse in urging their horse, but all to no avail. The Little Gray passed him and continued to leave him farther and farther behind, easily winning the race. The affair created a great deal of enthusiasm ; but the race was conducted with honor and fairness, which was quite an agreeable surprise to my father, who soon found the Missourians to be at heart very clever men thus showing that outside appearances are sometimes very deceptive; 24: LIFE OF BUFFALO BILL. they nearly all came up and congratulated him on his success, asked him why he had not bet more money on the race, and wanted to buy Little Gray. " Gentlemen," said he, " when I drove up here and ar- ranged for this race, I felt confident that my horse would win it. I was among entire strangers, and therefore I only bet a small amount. I was afraid that you would cheat me in some way or other. I see now that 1 was mistaken, as I have found you to be honorable men." " Wa-all, you could have broke me" said the man who wanted to bet the live hundred dollars to one hundred, "for that there nag o' yourn looks no more like a runner nor I do." During our stay in the place they treated us very kindly, and continued to try to purchase Little Gray. My father, however, remained n'rm in his determination not to part with him. The next place of interest which we reached, after resum- ing our journey, was within twenty miles of Weston. We had been stopping at farm houses along the road, and could not get anything to eat in the shape of bread, except corn bread, of which all had become heartily tired. As we were driving along, we saw in the distance a large and handsome brick residence. Father said : " They probably have white bread there." We drove up to the house and learned that it was owned and occupied by Mrs. Burns ; mother of a well-known law- yer of that name, who is now living in Leavenworth. She was a wealthy lady, and gave us to understand in a pleasant way, that she did not entertain travelers. My father, in the course of the conversation with her, said : " Do you know Elijah Cody?" "Indeed, I do," said she; "he frequently visits us, and we visit him ; we are the best of friends." " He is a brother of mine," said father. " Is it possible ! " she exclaimed ; " Why, you must remain here all night. Have your family come into the house at once. You must not go another step to-day." OUR ARRIVAL AT WESTON. 25 The kind invitation was accepted, and we remained there over night. As father had predicted, we found plenty of white bread at this house, and it proved quite a luxurious treat. My curiosity was considerably aroused by the many ne- groes which I saw about the premises, as I had scarcely ever seen any colored people, the few, being on the steamboats as they passed up and down the Mississippi river. The next day my father and mother drove over to Wes- ton in a carriage, and returned with my Uncle Elijah. We then all proceeded to his house, and as Kansas was not yet open for settlement as a territory, we remained there a few days, while father crossed over into Kansas on a prospecting- tour. He visited the Kickapoo agency five miles above Weston on the Kansas side of the Missouri river. He became acquainted with the agent, and made arrangements- to establish himself there as an Indian trader. He then returned to Weston and located the family on one of Elijah Cody's farms, three miles from town, where we were to re- main until Kansas should be thrown open for settlement.. After completing these arrangements, he established a trad- ing-post at Salt Creek Valley, in Kansas, four miles from the Kickapoo agency. One day, after he had been absent some little time, he came home and said that he had bought two ponies for me, and that next morning he would take me over into Kansas. This was pleasant news, as I had been very anxious to go there with him, and the fact that I was now the owner of two ponies made me feel very proud. That night I could not sleep a wink. In the morning I was up long before the sun, and after an early breakfast, father and I started out on our trip. Crossing the Missouri river at the Rialto Ferry, we landed in Kansas and passed along to Fort Leavenworth, four miles distant. CHAPTER II. EARLY INFLUENCES. ENEKAL HAKNEY was in command at Fort Leaven. \J worth at the time of our visit, and a regiment of cavalry was stationed there. They were having a dress parade when we rode up, and as this was the first time that I had ever seen any soldiers, I thought it was a grand sight. I shall never forget it, especially the manoeuvres on horseback. After witnessing the parade we resumed our journey. On the way to my fathers trading camp we had to cross over a high hill known as Salt Creek Hill, from the top of which we looked down upon the most beautiful valley I have ever seen. It was about twelve miles long and five miles wide. The different tributaries of Salt Creek came down from the range of hills at the southwest. At the foot of the valley another small river Plum Creek, also flowed. The bluffs fringed with trees, clad in their full foliage, added greatly to the picturesquene>s of the scene. While this beautiful valley greatty interested me, yet the most novel sight, of an entirely different character, which met my enraptured gaze, was the vast number of white-covered wagons, or " prairie-schooners," which were encamped along the different streams. I asked my father what they were and where they were going ; he explained to me that they were emigrant wagons bound for Utah and California. 26 SALT CREEK VALLEY. 27 At that time the Mormon and California trails ran through this valley, which was always selected as a camping place. There were at least one thousand wagons in the valley, and their white covers lent a pleasing contrast to the green grass. The cattle were quietly grazing near the wagons, while the emigrants were either resting or attending to camp duties. A large number of the wagons, as I learned from my father, belonged to Majors & Russell, the great go veiL merit freighters. They had several trains there, each consisting of twenty-live wagons, heavily loaded with government sup- plies. They were all camped and corraled in a circle. While we were viewing this scene, a long wagon train came pulling up the hill, bound out from Fort Leaven worth to some distant frontier post. The cattle were wild and the men were whipping them fearfully, tho loud reports of the bull-whips sounding like gun-shots. They were " doubling- up," and some of the wagons were being drawn by lilUen yokes of oxen. I remember asking my father a great immy questions, and he explained to me all about the freighting business across the great plains, and told me about the differ- ent government posts. Pointing over to the army of wagons camped below us, he showed me which were the Mormons' and which were the Californians', and said that we must steer clear of the former as the cholera was raging among them. Five hun- dred had died that spring 1853 and the grave-yard was daily increasing its dimensions. The -unfortunate people had been overtaken by the dreadful disease, and had been compelled to halt on their journey until it abated. While we were looking at the Mormons they were holding a funeral service over the remains of some of their number who had died. Their old cemetery is yet indicated by various land-marks, which, however, with the few remaining head-boards, are fast disappearing. We passed on through this " Yalley of Death," as it might then have been very appropriately called, and after 28 LIFE OF BUFFALO BILL. riding for some time, my father pointed out a large hill and showed me his camp, which afterwards became our home. There was another trading-post near by, which was con- ducted by Mr. M. P. Rively, who had a store built, partly frame, and partly of logs. We stopped at this establishment for a while, and found perhaps a hundred men, women and children gathered there, engaged in trading and gossipping. The men had huge pistuls and knives in their belts ; their pantaloons were tucked in their boots; and they wore large broad-rimmed hats. To me they appeared like a lot of cut-throat pirates who had come ashore for a lark. It was the first time I had ever seen men carrying pistols and knives, and they looked like a very dangerous crowd. Some were buying articles of mer- chandise ; others were talking about the cholera, the various camps, and matters of interest; while others were drinking whisky freely and becoming intoxicated. It was a busy and an exciting scene, and Rively appeared to be doing a rushing trade. At some little distance from the store I noticed a small party of dark-skinned and rather fantastically dressed peo- ple, whom I ascertained were Indians, and as I had never be fore seen a real live Indian, I was much interested in them. I went over and endeavored to talk to them, but our conver- sa io'i was very limited. That evening we reached our camp, which was located two miles west of Rively 's. The first thing I did was to hunt up my ponies, and from my father's description of them, I had no difficulty in finding them. They were lariated in the grass, and I immediately ran up to them supposing them to be gentle animals. I was greatly mistaken, however, as they snorted and jumped away from me, and w r ould not allow me to come near them. My father, who was standing not far distant, informed me that the ponies were not yet broken. I was somewhat dis- appointed at this, and thereupon he and one of his men MY PONIES. 29 Caught one of the animals and bridled her, then putting me on her back, led her around, greatly to my delight. I kept petting her so much that she soon allowed me to approach her. She was a beautiful bay, and I named her " Dolly ; " the other pony was a sorrel, and 1 called him " Prince." In the evening some Indians visited the camp which as yet consisted only of tents, though some logs had been cut preparatory to building houses and exchanged their furs for clothing, sugar and tobacco. Father had not learned their language, and therefore communicated with them by means of signs. We had our supper by the camp-fire, and that night was the first time I ever camped out and slept upon the ground. The day had been an eventful one to me, for all the inci- dents were full of excitement and romance to my youthful mind, and I think no apology is needed for mentioning so many of the little circumstances, which so greatly interested me in my childhood's days, and which no doubt had a great influence in shaping my course in after years. My love of hunting and scouting, and life on the plains generally, was the result of my early surroundings. The next morning father visited the Ivickapoo agency, taking me along. He rode a hoive, and putting me on my pony "Dolly," led the. animal all the way. He seemed anx- ious to break me in, as well as the pony, and I greatly en- joyed this, my first day's ride on a Kansas prairie. At the Kickapoo village I saw hundreds of Indians, some of whom were living in lodges, but the majority occupied log cabins. The agent resided in a double-hewed log house, one of the apartments of which was used as a school for the Indians. The agency store was opposite this structure. All the buildings were whitewashed, and looked neat and clean. The Kickapoos were very friendly Indians, and we spent much of our time among them, looking about and studying their habits. After a while we returned to our own camp, and just as 30 LIFE OF BUFFALO BILL. we arrived there, we saw a drove of horses there were three or four hundred in all approaching from the west, over the California trail. They were being driven by seven or eight mounted men, wearing sombreros, and dressed in buckskin, with their lariats dangling from their saddles, and they were followed by two or three pack-mules or horses. They went into camp a little below us on the bank of the stream. Presently one of the men walked out towards our camp, and my father called to me to come and see a genuine West- ern man ; he was about six feet two inches tall, was well built, and had a light, springy and wiry step. He wore a broad-brimmed California hat, and was dressed in a complete suit of buckskin, beautifully trimmed and beaded. He saluted us, and father invited him to sit down, which he did. After a few moments conversation, he turned to me and said: u Little one, I see you are working with your ponies. They are wild yet." I had been petting Dolly and trying to break her, when my father called me to come and look at the Californian. " Yes," I replied, " and one of them never has been rid- den." " Well, I'll ride him for you ; " and springing lightly to his feet, he continued : " come on. Where is the animal ? " Accordingly we all went to the place where Prince was lariated. The stranger untied the rope from the picket pin, and taking a half-loop around the pony's nose, he jumped on his back. . In a moment he was flying over the prairie, the untamed steed rearing and pitching every once in a while in his efforts to throw his rider; but the man was not unseated. He was evidently an experienced horseman. I watched his every movement, i was unconsciously taking another les- son in the practical education which has served me so well through my life. The Californian rode the pony until it was completely BREAKING IN PRINCE. 31 mastered, then coming up to me, jumped to the ground., handed me the rope, and said : " Here's your pony. Pie's all right now." I led Prince away, while father and the stranger sat down in the shade of a tent, and began talking about the' latter's horsemanship, which father considered very remark- able. " Oh, that's nothing ; I was raised on horseback," said the Calif ornian ; " I ran away from home when a boy, went to sea, and finally landed in the Sandwich Islajuds, where I fell BILLINGS AS A BOCARRO. in with a circus, with which I remained two years. During that time I became a celebrated bare-back rider. I then went to California, being attracted there by the gold excite, ment, the news of whicli had reached the Islands. I did not go to mining, however, but went to work as a bocarro catching and breaking wild horses, great numbers of which were roaming through California. Last summer we caught this herd that we have brought with us across the plains, 32 LIFE OF BUFFALO BILL. and are taking it to the States to sell. I came with the outfit, as it gave me a good opportunity to visit my relatives, who live at Cleveland, Ohio. I also had an uncle over at Weston, across the river, when I ran away, and to-morrow I am going to visit the town to see if he is there yet." "I am acquainted in Weston," said father, "and perhaps I can tell you about your uncle. What is his name? " " Elijah Cody," said the California!!. " Elijah Cody ! " exclaimed father, in great surprise ; "why Elijah Cody is my brother. I am Isaac Cody. Who are you ? " " My name is Horace Billings," was the reply. "And you are my nephew. You are the son of my sister Sophia." Both men sprang to their feet and began shaking hands in the heartiest manner possible. The next moment father called me, and said : " Come here, my son. Here is some one you want to know." As I approached he introduced us. "Horace, this is my only son. We call him little Billy ; " and turning to me said : "Billy, my boy, this is a cousin of yours, Horace Bil- lings, whom you've often heard me speak of." Horace Billings had never been heard of from the day he ran away from home, and his relatives had frequently won- dered what had become of him. His appearance, therefore, in our camp in the guise of a California!! was somewhat of a mystery to me, and 1 could hardly comprehend it until I had heard his adventurous story and learned the accidental man- ner in which he and father had made themselves known to each other. Neither father nor myself would be satisfied until he had given us a full account of his wanderings and adventures, which were very exciting to me. Late in the afternoon and just before the sun sank to rest, the conversation again turned upon horses and horseman- ship. Father told Billings all about Little Gray, and his A DARING RIDER. 33 great fault of running away. Billings laughed and said Little Gray could not run away with him. After supper he went out to look at the horse, which was picketed in the grass. Surveying the animal carefully, he untied the lariat and slipped a running noose over his nose ; then giving a light bound, he was on his back in a second, and away went the horse and his rider, circling round and round on the prairie. Billings managed him by the rope alone, and convinced him that he was his master. When half a mile away, the horse started for camjp at the top of #*4*4fatS BILLINGS RIDING LITTLE GRAY. his speed. Billings stood straight up on his back, and thus rode him into camp. As he passed us he jumped to the ground, allowed the horse to run to the full length of the lariat, when he threw him a complete somersault. " That's a pretty good horse," said Billings. " Yes, he's a California horse ; he was captured there wild," replied father. 3 34: LIFE OF BUFFALO BILL. The exhibition of horsemanship given by Billings on this occasion was really wonderful, and was the most skillful and daring feat of the kind that I ever witnessed. The remain- der of the evening was spent around the camp, and Horace, who remained there, entertained us with several interesting chapters of his experiences. Kext morning he walked over to his own camp, but soon returned, mounted on a beautiful horse, with a handsome saddle, bridle and lariat. I thought he was a magnificent looking man. I envied his appearance, and my ambition just then was to become as skillful a horseman as he was. lie had rigged himself out in his best style ih order to make a good impression on his uncle at Weston, whither "father and I accompanied him on horseback. He was cordially received by Uncle Elijah, who paid him every possible attention, and gave me a handsome saddle and bridle for my pony, and in the evening when we rode out to the farm to see my mother and sisters, I started ahead to show them my present, as well as to tell them who was coin- ing. They were delighted to see the long-lost Horace, and invited him to remain with us. When we returned to camp next day, Horace settled up with the proprietor of the horses, having concluded to make his home with us for that summer at least. Father employed him in cutting house logs and building houses, but this work not being adapted to his tastes, he soon gave it up, and obtained government employment in catch- ing United States horses. During the previous spring the government herd had stampeded from Fort Leavenworth, and between two and three hundred of the horses were running at large over the Kansas prairies, and had become quite wild. A reward of ten dollars was offered for every one of the horses that was captured and delivered to the quartermaster at Fort Leaven worth. This kind of work of course just suited the roaming disposition of Billings, especi- ally as it was similar to that in which he had been engaged LASSOING HORSES. 37 in California. The horses had to be caught with a lasso, with which he was very expert. He borrowed Little Gray, who was fleet enough for the wildest of the runaways, and then he at once began his horse hunting. Everything that he did, I wanted to do. He was a sort of hero in my eyes, and I wished to follow in his footsteps. At my request and with father's consent, he took me with him, and many a wild and perilous chase he led me over the prai- rie. I made rapid advances in the art of horsemanship, for I could have had no better teacher than liorace Billings. He also taught me how to throw the lasso, which, though it was a difficult thing to learn, I finally became, quite skillful in. Whenever Horace caught one of the horses which acted obstinately, and would not be led, he immediately threw him to the ground, put a saddle and bridle on him, and gave me Little Gray to take care of. He would then mount the cap- tive horse and ride him into Fort Leaven worth. I spent two months with Horace in this way, until at last no more of the horses were to be found. By this time I had become a remarkably good rider for a youth, and had brought both of my ponies under easy control. Horace returned to assist father in hauling logs, which were being used in building a dwelling for the family who had moved over from Missouri. One day a team did not work to suit him, and he gave the horses a cruel beating. This greatly displeased father, who took him to task for it. Horace's anger flew up in a moment ; throwing down the lines he hurried to the house, and began packing up his traps. That same day he hired out to a 1 Mormon train, and bidding us all good-bye started for Salt Lake, ariving six yokes of oxen. CHAPTER III. BOY DAYS IN KANSAS. DTJKING the summer of 1853 we lived in our little log house, and father continued to trade with the Indians, who became very friendly ; hardly a day passed without a social visit from them. I spent a great deal of time with the Indian boys, who taught me how to shoot with the bow and arrow, at which I became quite expert. I also took part in all their sports, and learned to talk the Kickapoo language to some extent. Father desired to express his friendship for these Indians, and accordingly arranged a grand barbecue for them. He invited them all to be present on a certain day, which they were ; he then presented them with two fat beeves, to be killed and cooked in the various Indian styles. Mother made several large boilers full of coffee, which she gave to them, together with sugar and bread. There were about two hun dred Indians in attendance at the feast, and they all enjoyed and appreciated it. In the evening they had one of their grand fantastic war dances, which greatly amused me, it boing the first sight of the kird I had ever witnessed. My Uncle Elijah and quite a large number of gentlemen and ladies came over from "Weston to attend the entertain- ment. The Indians returned to their homes well satisfied. My uncle at that time owned a trading post at Silver Lake, 38 A DELIGHTFUL TRIP. 39 in the Pottawattamie country, on the Kansas river, and he arranged an excursion to that place. Among the party were several ladies from "Weston, and father, mother and myself. Mr. McMeekan, my uncle's superintendent, who had come to Weston for supplies, conducted the party to the post. The trip across the prairies was a delightful one, and we remained at the post several days. Father and one or two of the men went on to Fort Riley to view the country, and upon their return my uncle entertained the Pottawattamie Indians with a barbecue similar to the one given by father to the Kickapoos. During the latter part of the summer father filled a hay contract at Fort Leavenworth. I passed much of my time among the campers, and spent days and days in riding over the country with Mr. William Russell, who was engaged in the freighting business and who seemed to take a consider- able interest in me. In this way I became acquainted with many wagon-masters, hunters and teamsters, and learned a great deal about the business of handling cattle and mules. It was an excellent school for me, and I acquired a great deal of practical knowledge, which afterwards I found to be of invaluable service, for it was not long before I became employed by Majors & Russell, remaining with them in different capacities, for several years. The winter of 1853-54 was spent by father at our little prairie home in cutting house logs and fence rails, which he intended to use on his farm, as soon as the bill for the open- ing of the territory for settlement should puss. This bill, which was called the " Enabling act of Kansas territory," was passed in April, 1854, and father immediately pre- empted the claim on which we were living. The summer of that year was an exciting period in the history of the new territory. Thousands and thousands of people, seeking new homes, flocked thither, a large number of the emigrants coming over from adjoining states. The Missourians, some of them, would come laden with bottles LIFE OF BUFFALO BILL. of whisky, and after drinking the liquor would drive the bottles into the ground to mark their land claims, not wait- ing to put up any buildings. The Missourians, mostly, were pro-slavery men, and held enthusiastic meetings at which they expressed their desire that Kansas should be a slave state and did not hesitate to declare their determination to make it so. Eively's store was the headquarters for these men, and there they held their meetings. At first they thought father would coincide w r ith them on account of his . brother Elijah being a Mis- sourian,but in this they were greatly mistaken. At one of their gatherings, when there were about one hundred of the reckless men present, my father, who happened also to be there, was called upon for a speech. After consid- erable urging, he mounted the box and began speaking, as nearly as I can recollect, as follows : " Gentlemen and Fellow-citizens: You have called upon me for a speech, and I have accepted your invitation rather against my will, as my views may not accord w r ith the senti- ments of the rest of this assembly. My remarks, at this time, will be brief and to the point. The question before us to-day is, shall the territory of Kansas be a free or a slave state. The question of slavery in itself is a broad one, and one which I do not care at this time and place to discuss at length. I apprehend that your motive in calling upon me STAKING OUT LOTS. AN INDISCREET SPEECH. 41 Is to have me express my sentiments in regard to the intro- duction of slavery into Kansas. I shall gratify your wishes in that respect. I was one of the pioneers of the State of Iowa, and aided in its settlement when it was a territory, and helped to organize it as a state. " Gentlemen, I voted that it should be a white state that negroes, whether free or slave, should never be allowed to locate within its limits ; and, gentlemen, I say to you now, and I say it boldly, that I propose to exert all my power in making Kansas the same kind of a state as Jowa. I believe in letting slavery remain as it now exists, and I shall always oppose its further extension. These are my sentiments, gen- tlemen, and let me tell you He never finished this sentence, or his speech. His expressions were anything but acceptable to the rough-look- ing crowd, whose ire had been gradually rising to fever heat, and at this point they hooted and hissed him, and shouted, 46 You black abolitionist, shut up ! " " Get down from that box ! " " Kill him ! " "Shoot him ! " and so on. Father, however, maintained his position on the dry-goods box, not- withstanding the excitement and the numerous invitations to step down, until a hot-headed pro-slavery man, who was in the employ of my Uncle Elijah, crowded up and said : " Get off that box, you black abolitionist, or I'll pull you off." Father paid but little attention to him, and attempted to resume his speech, intending doubtless to explain his position and endeavor to somewhat pacify the angry crowd. But the fellow jumped up on the box, and pulling out a huge bowie knife, stabbed father twice, who reeled and fell to the ground. The man sprang after him, and would have ended his life then and there, had not some of the better men in the crowd interfered in time to prevent him from carrying out his mur- derous intention. The excitement was intense, and ' another assault would probably have been made on my father, had not Rively hur- riedly carried him to his home. There was no doctor within 42 LIFE OF BUFFALO BILL. any reasonable distance, and father at once requested that he be conveyed in the carriage to his brother Elijah's house in Weston. My mother and a driver accordingly went there with him, where his wounds were dressed. He remained in "Weston several weeks before he was able to stir about again, but he never fully recovered from the wounds, which event- ually proved the cause of his death. My uncle of course at once discharged the ruffian from his MY FATHER STABBED. employ. The man afterwards became a noted desperado, and was quite conspicuous in the Kansas war. My father's indiscreet speech at Kively's brought upon our family all of the misfortunes and difficulties which from that time on befell us. As soon as he was able to attend to his- business again, the Missourians began to harass him in every possible way, and kept it up with hardly a moment's cessa- tion. Kickapoo City, as it was called, a small town that had MY FATHER DRIVEN FROM HOME. 4.3 sprung into existence seven miles up the river from Fort Leavenworth, became the hot-bed of the pro-slavery doctrine and the headquarters of its advocates. Here was really the beginning of the Kansas troubles. My father, who had shed the first blood in the cause of the freedom of Kansas, was notified, upon his return to his trading post, to leave the territory, and he was threatened with death by hanging or shooting, if he dared to remain. One night a body of armed men, mounted on horses, rode MY FATHER'S ESCAPE. up to our house and surrounded it. Knowing what they had come for, and seeing that there would be but little chance for him in .an encounter with them, father determined to make his escape by a little stratagem. Hastily disguising- himself in mother's bonnet and shawl, he boldly walked out of the house and proceeded towards the corn-field. The darkness proved a great protection, as the horsemen, between whom he passed, were unable to detect him in his disguise; 44 LIFE OF BUFFALO BILL. supposing him to be a woman, they neither halted him nor followed him, and he passed safely on into the corn-field, where he concealed himself. The horsemen soon dismounted and inquired for father ; mother very truthfully told them that he was away. They were not satisfied with her statement, however, and they at once made a thorough search of the house. They raved and swore when they could not find him, and threatened him with death whenever they should catch him. I am sure if they had captured him that night, they would have killed him. They carried off nearly everything of value in the house and about the premises; then going to the pasture, they drove off all the horses ; my pony Prince afterward succeeding in breaking away from them and came back home. Father lay secreted in the corn-field for three days, as there were men in the vicinity who were watching for him all the time ; he finally made his escape, and reached Fort Leavenworth in safety, whither the pro-slavery men did not dare to follow him. While he was staying at Fort Leavenworth, he heard that Jim Lane, Captain Cleveland and Captain Chandler were on their way from Indiana to Kansas with a body of Free State men, between two and three hundred strong. They were to cross the Missouri river near Doniphan, between Leaven- worth and Nebraska City ; their destination being Lawrence. Father determined to join them, and took passage on a steam- boat which was going up the river. Having reached the place of crossing, he made himself known to the leaders of the party, by whom he was most cordially received. The pro-slavery men, hearing of the approach of the Free State party, resolved to drive them out of the territory. The two parties met at Hickory Point, where a severe battle was fought, several being killed ; the victory resulted in favor of the Free State men, who passed on to Lawrence without much further opposition. My father finally left them, and seeing that he could no longer live at home, went to Grasshopper A HOT PURSUIT Falls, thirty-five miles west of Leavenwortli ; there he began the erection of a saw-mill. While he was thus engaged we learned from one of our hired workmen at home, that the pro-slavery men had laid another plan to kill him, and were on their way to Grass- hopper Falls to carry out their intention. Mother at once started me o ff on Prince to warn father of the coming danger. When I had gone about seven miles I suddenly came upon a party of men, w h o were camped at the crossing of Stranger Creek. As I passed along I heard one of them, who recog- nized me, say, " That's the son of the old abolitionist we are after; " and the next moment I was commanded to halt. Instead of stopping I instantly started my pony on a run, and on looking back I saw that I was being pursued by three or four of the party, who had mounted their horses, no doubt supposing that they could easily capture me. It was LIFE OR DEATH. 46 LIFE OF BUFFALO BILL. very fortunate that I had heard the remark about my being " the son of the abolitionist," for then I knew in an instant , that they were en route to Grasshopper Falls to murder rny father. I at once saw the importance of my escaping and warning father in time. It was a matter of life or death to him. So I urged Prince to his utmost speed, feeling that upon him and myself depended a human life a life that was dearer to me than that of any other man in the world. I led my pursuers a lively chase for four or five miles ; finally, when they saw they could not catch me, they re- turned to their camp. I kept straight on to Grasshopper Falls, arriving there in ample tiaie to inform him of the approach of his old enemies. That same night father and I rode to Lawrence, which had become the headquarters of the Free State men. There he met Jim Lane and several other leading characters, who were then organizing what was known as the Lecompton Legisla- ture. Father was elected as a member of that body, and took an active part in organizing the first legislature of Kansas, under Governor Reeder, who, by the way, was a Free State man and a great friend of father's. About this time agents were being sent to the East to induce emigrants to locate in Kansas, and father was sent as one of these agents to Ohio. After the legislature had been organized at Lawrence, he departed for Ohio and was absent several months. A few days after he had gone, I started for home by the way of Fort Leavenworth, accompanied by two men, who were going to the fort on business. As we were crossing a , stream called Little Stranger, we were fired upon by some unknown party; one of my companions, whose name has escaped my memory, was killed. The other man and myself put spurs to our horses and made a dash for our lives. We succeeded in making our escape, though a farewell shot or two was sent after us. At Fort Leavenworth I parted com- OUR HOME IS KEPT. 4.7 pany with my companion, and reached home without any further adventure. My mother and sisters, who had not heard of my father or myself since I had been sent to warn him of his danger, had become very anxious and uneasy about us, and were uncertain as to whether we were dead or alive. I received a warm welcome home, and as I entered the house, mother seemed to read from the expression of my countenance that father was safe ; of course the very first question she asked was as to his whereabouts, and in reply I handed her a long letter from him which explained everything. Mother blessed me again and again for having saved his life. While father was absent in Ohio, we were almost daily visited by some of the pro-slavery men, who helped them- selves to anything they saw fit, and frequently compelled my mother and sisters to cook for them, and to otherwise submit to a great deal of bad treatment. Hardly a day passed with- out some of them inquiring " where the old man was," say- ing they would kill him on sight. Thus we passed the sum- mer of 1854,'remaining at our home notwithstanding the unpleasant surroundings, as mother had made up her mind not to be driven out of the country. My uncle and other friends advised her to leave Kansas and move to Missouri, because they did not consider our lives safe, as we lived so near the headquarters of the pro-slavery men, who had sworn vengeance upon father. Nothing, however, could persuade mother to change her determination. She said that the pro-slavery men had taken everything except the land and the little home, and she pro- posed to remain there as long as she lived, happen what might. Our only friends in Salt Creek valley were two families ; one named Lawrence, the other Hathaway, and the peaceable Indians, who occasionally visited us. My uncle, living in Missouri and being somewhat in fear of the pro- slavery men, could not assist us much, beyond expressing his sympathy and sending us provisions. 48 LIFE OF BUFFALO BILL. In the winter of 1854-55 father returned from Ohio, but as soon as his old enemies learned that he was with us, they again compelled him to leave. He proceeded to Lawrence, and there spent the winter in attending the Lecompton Legis- lature. The remainder of the year he passed mostly at Grasshopper Falls, where he completed his saw -mill. He occasionally visited home under cover of v the night, and in the most secret manner; virtually carrying his life in his hand. In the spring of this year (1855) a pro-slavery party came to our house to search for father; not Ending him, they de- parted, taking with them my pony, Prince. I shall never forget -the man who stole that pony. He afterwards rose from the low level of a horse thief to the high dignity of a justice of the peace, and I think still lives at Kickapoo. The loss of my faithful pony nearly broke my heart and bank- rupted me in business, as I had nothing to ride. One day, soon afterwards, I met my old friend, Mr. Rus- sell, to whom I related all my troubles, and his generous heart was touched by my story. " Billy, my boy," said he, "cheer up, and come to Leavenworth, and I'll employ you. I'll give you twenty-five dollars a month to herd cattle." I accepted the offer, and heartily thanking him, hurried home to obtain mother's consent. . She refused to let me go, and all my pleading was in vain. Young as I was being then only in my tenth year, my ideas and knowledge of the world, however, being far in advance of my age I deter- mined to run away from home. Mr. Russell's offer of twen- ty-five dollars a month 'was a temptation which I could not resist. The remuneration for my services seemed very large to me, and I accordingly stole away and walked to Leaven- worth. Mr. Badger, one of Mr. Russell's superintendents, imme- diately sent me out, mounted on a little gray mule, to herd cattle. I worked at this for tw r o months, and then came into Leavenworth. I had not been home during all this time, but MY FIRST EARNINGS. 4.$ mother had learned from Mr. Russell where I was, and she no longer felt uneasy, as he had advised her to let me remain in his employ. He assured her that I was all right, and said that when the herd came in he would allow me to make a visit home. Upon my arrival in Leavenworth with the herd of cattle,, Mr. Russell instructed his book-keeper, Mr. Byers, to pay me my wages, amounting to fifty dollars. Byers gave me "the sum all in half-dollar pieces. I put the bright silver coins* into a sack, which I tied to my mule, anc^ started home,, thinking myself a millionaire. This money I gave to mother, who had already forgiven me for running away. Thus began my service for the firm of Russell & Majors, afterwards Russell, Majors & Waddell, with whom I spent eeven years of my life in different capacities such as caval- lard-driver, wagon-master, pony express rider and driver. I continued to work for Mr. Russell during the rest of the summer of 1855, and in the winter of 1855-56 I attended school. Father, who still continued to secretly visit home, was anx- ious to have his children receive as much of an education as- possible, under the adverse circumstances surrounding us, and he employed a teacher, Miss Jennie Lyons, to come to our house and teach. My mother was well educated more so- than my father and it used to worry her a great deal because her children could not receive better educational advantages. However, the little school at home got along exceedingly well, and we all made rapid advances in our studies, as Miss Lyons was an excellent teacher. She after- wards married a gentleman named Hook, who became the first mayor of Cheyenne, where she now lives. The Kansas troubles reached their highest pitch in the spring of 1856, and our family continued to be harassed as much as ever by our old enemies. I cannot now recol- lect one-half of the serious difficulties that we had to encounter ; but I very distinctly remember one incident well 50 LIFE OF BUFFALO BILL. worth relating. I came home one night on a visit from Leavenworth, being accompanied by a fellow-herder a joung man. During the night we heard a noise outside of the house, and soon the dogs began barking loudly. We looked out to ascertain the cause of the disturbance, and saw that the house was surrounded by a party of men. Mother had become accustomed to such occurrences, and on this occasion she seemed to be master of the situation from the start. Opening a window, she coolly sang out, in a firm tone of voice : " Who are you ? What do you want here ? " " We are after that old abolition husband of yours," was the answer from one of the crowd. " He is not in this house, and has not been here for a long time," said my mother. " That's a lie ! We know he is in the house, and we are bound to have him," said the spokesman of the party. I afterwards learned they had mistaken the herder, who had ridden home with me, for my father for whom they had been watching. "My husband is not at home," emphatically repeated my heroic mother for if there ever was a heroine she certainly was one " but the house is full of armed men," continued she, "and I'll give you just two minutes to get out of the yard ; if you are not out by the end of that time I shall order them to fire on you." She withdrew from the window for a few moments and hurridly instructed the herder to call aloud certain names any that he might think of just as if the house was full of men to whom he was giving orders. He followed her di- rections to the very letter. He could not have done it any better had he rehearsed the act a dozen times. The party outside heard him, as it was intended they should, and they supposed that my mother really had quite a force at her command. While this little by play was being enacted, she stepped to the open window again and said : " John Green, you and your friends had better go away or the men will surely fire on you." MY MOTHER'S BRAVERY. 51 At this point the herder, myself and my sisters commenc- ed stamping on the floor in imitation of a squad of soldiers, and the herder issued his orders in a lond voice to his imag- inary troops, who were apparently approaching the window preparatory to firing a volley at the enemy. This little stratagem proved eminently successful. The cowardly villains began retreating, and then my mother fired an old gun into the air which greatly accelerated their speed, caus- ing them to break and run. They soon disappeared from view in the darkness. * The next morning we accidentally discovered that they had intended to blow up the house. Upon going into the cellar which had been left open on one side, we found two kegs of powder together with a fuse secreted there. It only required a lighted match to have sent us into eternity. My mother's presence of mind, which had never yet deserted her in any trying situation, had saved our lives. Shortly after this affair, I came home again on a visit and found father there sick with fever and confined to his bed. One day my old enemy rode up to the house on my pony Prince, which he had stolen from me. " What is your business here to-day ? " asked mother. "I am looking for the old man," he replied. "I. am going to search the house, and if I rind him I am going to kill him. Here, you girls," said he, addressing my sisters, u get me some dinner, and get it quick, too, for I am as hungry as a wolf." " Yery well ; pray be seated, and we'll get you something to eat," said one of my sisters, without exhibiting the least sign of fear. He sat down, and while they were preparing a dinner for him, he took out a big knife and sharpened it on a whet- stone, repeating his threat of searching the house and killing my father. I had witnessed the whole proceeding, and heard the threats, and I determined that the man should never go up 4 52 LIFE OF BUFFALO BILL. stairs where father was lying in bed, unable to rise. Taking a double-barreled pistol which I had recently bought, 1 went to the head of the stairs, cocked the weapon, and waited for the ruffian to come up, determined, that the moment he set foot on the steps I would kill him. I was relieved, however, from the stern necessity, as he did not make his appearance. The brute was considerably intoxicated when he came to the house, and the longer he sat still the more his brain became muddled with liquor, and he actually forgot what he had come there for. After he had eaten his dinner, he mounted his horse and rode off, and it was a fortunate thing for him that he did. Father soon recovered and returned to Grasshopper Falls^ while I resumed my cattle herding. t CHAPTER IV. YOUTHFUL EXPERIENCES. IN July, 1856, the people living in the vicinity of our home feeling the necessity of more extensive educational facilities for their children than they had yeu had started a subscription school in a little log cabin on the bank of the creek, which for a while proved quite a cuccess. My mother being very anxious to have me attend this school, I acceded to her oft-repeated wishes, and returning home, I became a a pupil of the institution. I made considerable progress in my studies such as they were and was getting along very well in every other respect, until I became involved in my first love affair. Like all school-boys, I had a sweetheart with whom I was "dead in love" in a juvenile way. Her name was Mary Hyatt. Of course I had a rival, Stephen GobeJ, a boy about three years my senior the c * bully " of the school. He was terribly jealous, and sought in every way to revenge himself upon me for having won the childish affections of sweet little Mary. The boys of the school used to build play-houses or arbors among the trees and bushes for their sweethearts. I had built a play-house for Mary, when Steve, as we called him, leveled it to the ground. We immediately had a very lively fight, in which I got badly beaten. The teacher heard of our 53 54: LIFE OF BUFFALO BILL. quarrel and whipped us both. This made matters worse than ever, as I had received two thrashings to Steve's one ; I smothered my angry feelings as much as possible under the humiliating circumstances, and during the after- noon recess built another play-house, thinking that Gobel would not dare to destroy a second one; but I was mis- taken, for he pushed the whole structure over at the first opportunity. I came up to him just as he finished the job, and said : " S t e v e Gobel, the next time you do that, I'll hurt you." And I meant it, too; but he laughed and called me names. At recess, next morn- ing, I began the construc- tion of still another play- house, and when I had it about two-thirds finished, Steve slyly sneaked up to the spot and tipped the whole thing over. I jumped for him with the quickness of a cat, and clutching him by the throat for a moment I had TWO TO ONE. t h e advantage of him. But he was too strong for me, and soon had me on the ground and was beating me severely. While away from home I had someway come into possession of a very small pocket dagger, which I had carried about with me in its sheath, using it in place of a knife. During the struggle this fell from my pocket, and my hand by accident rested upon it as it lay upon the ground. Exasperated beyond measure at -Steve's persis- tence in destroying my play-houses, and smarting under his A LOVE AFFAIR. 55 blows, I forgot myself for the moment, grasped the dagger and unthinkingly thrust it into Steve's thigh. Had it been larger it would probably have injured him severely ; as it was, it made a small wound, sufficient to cause the blood to flow freely and Steve to cry out in affright : " I am killed ! O, I am killed ! " The school children all rushed to the spot and were terri- fied at the scene. " What's the matter ? " asked one. " Bill Cody has killed Steve Gobel," replied*another. The uproar reached the teacher's ear, and I now saw him approaching, with vengeance in his eye and a big club in his hand. I knew that he was coming to interview me. I was dreadfully frightened at what I had done , and undecided whether to run away or to remain and take the conse- quences; but the sight of that flag-staff in the school teacher's hand was too much forme. I no longer hesitated, but started off like a deer. The teacher followed in hot pursuit, but soon became convinced that he could not catch me, and gave up the chase. I kept on running, until I reached one of Russell, Major & Waddell's freight trains which I had noticed going over the hill for the west. Fortunately for me I knew the wagon-master, John "Willis, and as soon as I recovered my breath I told him what had happened. " Served him right, Billy," said he, " and what's more, we'll go over and clean out the teacher." " Oh, no ; don't do that," said I, for I was afraid that I might fall into the hands of the wounded boy's friends, who I knew would soon be looking for me. "Well, Billy, come along with me ; I am bound for Fort Kearney ; the trip will take me forty days. I want you for a cavallard driver." " All right," I replied, " but I must go home and tell mother about it, and get some clothes." " Well then, to-night after we make our camp, I'll go back with you." 56 LIFE OF BUFFALO BILL. The affray broke up the school for the rest of the day as the excitement was too much for the children. Late in the afternoon, after the train had moved on some consider- able distance, I saw Steve's father, his brother Frank, and one of the neighbors rapidly approaching. " Mr. Willis, there comes old Gobel, with Frank and some- body else, and they are after me what am I going to do ? " I asked. " Let 'em come," said he, " they can't take you if I've got anything to say about it, and I rather think I have. Get into one of the wagons keep quiet and lay low. I'll man- age this little job. Don't you fret a bit about it." 1 obeyed his orders and felt much easier. Old Gobel, Frank and the neighbor soon came up and inquired for me. " He's around here somewhere," said Mr. "Willis. " We want him," said Gobel ; " he stabbed my son a little while ago, and I want to arrest him." " Well, you can't get him ; that settles it ; so you needn't waste any of your time around here," said Willis. Gobel continued to talk for a few minutes, but getting no greater satisfaction, the trio returned home. When night came, Willis accompanied me on horseback to my home. Mother, who had anxiously searched for me everywhere being afraid that something had befallen me at the hands of the Gobels was delighted to see me, notwith- standing the difficulty in which 1 had become involved. I at once told her that at present I was afraid to remain at home, and had accordingly made up my mind to absent myself for a few weeks or months at least until the excite- ment should die out. Mr. Willis said to her that he would take me to Fort Kearney with him, and see that 1 was prop- erly cared for, and would bring me back safely in forty days. Mother at first periously objected to my going on this trip fearing I would fall into the hands of Indians. Her fears, however, were soon overcome, and she concluded to let me STEVE AND I ARE FRIENDS AGAIN. 57 go. She fixed me up a big bundle of clothing and gave me a quilt. Kissing her and rny sisters a fond farewell, I started off on my first trip across the plains, and with a light heart too, notwithstanding my trouble of a few hours before. The trip proved a most enjoyable one to me, although no incidents worthy of note occurred on the way. On my return from Fort Kearney I was paid off the same as the rest of the employees. The remainder of the summer and fall I spent in herding cattle and working for Russell, Majors & Waddell. I finally ventured home not without some fear, however, of the Gobel family and was delighted to learn that dur- ing my absence mother had had an interview with Mr. Gobel, and having settled the difficulty with him, the two families had become friends again, and I may state, inciden- tally, that they ever after remained so. I have since often met Stephen Gobel, and we have had many a laugh together over our love affair and the affray at the school-house. Mary Hyatt, the innocent cause of the whole difficulty, is now married and living in Chicago. Thus ended my first love scr ipe. In the winter of 185657 my father, in company with a man named J. 0. Boles, went to Cleveland, Ohio, and organ- ized a colony of about thirty families, whom they brought to Kansas and located on the Grasshopper. Several of these families still reside there. It was during this winter that father, after his return from Cleveland, caught a severe cold. This, in connection with the wound he had received at Rively's from which he had never entirely recovered affected him seriously, and in April, 1857, he died at home from kidney disease. This sad event left my mother and the family in poor cir- cumstances, and I determined to follow the plains for a live- lihood for them and myself. I had no difficulty in obtaining work under my old employers, and in May, 1857, I started 58 LIFE OF BUFFALO BILL. for Salt Lake City with a herd of beef cattle, in charge of Frank and Bill McCarthy, for General Albert Sidney John- son's army, which was then being sent across the plains to fight the Mormons. Nothing occurred to interrupt our journey until we reached Plum Creek, on the South Platte river, thirty-five miles west of Old Fort Kearney. We had made a morning drive and had camped for dinner. The wagon-masters and a majority of the men had gone to sleep under the mess wagons ; the cattle were being guarded by three men, and the cook was preparing dinner. No one had any idea that Indians were anywhere near us. The first warning we had that they were infesting that part of the country was the firing of shots and the whoops and yells from a party of them, who, catching us napping, gave us a most unwelcome surprise. All the men jumped to their feet and seized their guns. They saw with astonishment the cattle running in every direction, they having been stampeded by the Indians, who had shot and killed the three men who were on day- herd duty, and the red devils were now charging down upon the rest of us. I then thought of mother's fears of my falling into the hands of the Indians, and I had about made up my mind that such was to be my fate ; but when I saw how coolly and determinedly the McCarthy brothers were conducting them- x selves and giving orders to the little band, I became con- vinced that we would " stand the Indians off,'' {i s the saying is. Our men were all well armed with Colt's revolvers and Mississippi yagers, which last, carried a bullet, and two buck- shots. The McCarthy boys, at the proper moment, gave orders to fire upon the advancing enemy. The volley checked them, although they returned the compliment, arid shot one of our party through the leg. Frank McCarthy then sang out, " Boys, make a break for the slough yonder, and we can then have the bank for a breast-work." KILLING MY FIRST INDIAN. I KILL MY FIRST INDIAN. g^ "We made a run for the slough which was only a short dis- tance off, and succeeded in safely reaching it, bringing with us the wounded man. The bank proved to be a very effec- tive breast-work, affording us good protection. We had been there but a short time when Frank McCarthy, seeing that the longer we were corraled the worse it would be for us, said : " Well, boys, we'll try to make our way back to Fort Kearney by wading in the river and keeping the bank for a breast- work." v We all agreed that this was the best plan, and we accord- ingly proceeded down the river several miles in this way, managing to keep the Indians at a safe distance with our guns, until the slough made a junction with the main Platte river. From there down we found the river at times quite deep, and in order to carry the wounded man along with us,, we constructed a raft of poles for his accommodation, and in this way he was transported. Occasionally the water would be too deep for us to wade r and we were obliged to put our weapons on the raft arid swim. The Indians followed us pretty close, and were con- tinually watching for an opportunity to get a good range and give us a raking fire. Covering ourselves by keeping well under the bank, we pushed ahead as rapidly as possible, and made pretty good progress, the night finding us still on the way and our enemies still on our track. I beinor the youngest and smallest of the party, became somewhat tired, and without noticing it I had fallen behind the others for some little distance. It was about ten o'clock and we were keeping very quiet and hugging close to the bank, when I happened to look up to the moon-lit sky and saw the plumed head of an Indian peeping over the bank. In- stead of hurrying ahead and alarming the men in a quiet way, I instantly aimed my gun at the head and fired. The report rang out sharp and loud on the night air, and was immediately followed by an Indian whoop, and the next 62 LIFE OF BUFFALO BILL. moment about six feet of dead Indian came tumbling into the river. I was not only overcome with astonishment, but was badly scared, as I could hardly realize what I had done. I expected to see the whole force of Indians come down upon us. While I was standing thus bewildered, the men, who had heard the shot and the war-whoop and had seen the Indian take a tumble, came rushing back. " Who fired that shot ? " cried Frank McCarthy. " I did," replied I, rather proudly, as my confidence re- turned and I saw the men coming up. " Yes, and little Billy has killed an Indian stone-dead too dead to skin," said one of the men, who had approached nearer than the rest, and had almost stumbled upon the corpse. From that time forward I became a hero and an Indian killer. This was, of course, the first Indian I had ever shot, and as I was not then more than eleven years of age, my exploit created quite a sensation. The other Indians, upon learning what had happened to their " advance guard," set up a terrible howling, and fired several volleys at us, but without doing any injury, as ve were so well protected by the bank. We resumed our jour- ney down the river, and traveled all night long. Just before daylight, Frank McCarthy crawled out over the bank and discovered that we were only five miles from Fort Kearney, which post we reached in safety in about two hours, shortly after reveille bringing the wounded man with us. It was indeed a relief to us all to feel that once more we were safe. Frank McCarthy immediately reported to the commanding officer and informed him of all that had happened. The commandant at once ordered a company of cavalry and one of infantry to proceed to Plum Creek on a forced march- taking a howitzer with them to endeavor to recapture the cattle from the Indians. The firm of Russell, Majors & Waddell had a division agent at Kearney, and this agent mounted us on mules so MY NAME IN THE PAPERS. 63 that we could accompany the troops. On reaching the place where the Indians had surprised us, we found the bodies of the three men whom they had killed and scalped, and liter- ally cut into pieces. We of course buried the remains. We caught but few of the cattle ; the most of them having been driven off and stampeded with the buffaloes, there being numerous immense herds of the latter in that section of the country at that time. The Indian's trail was discovered run- ning south towards the Republican river, and the troops fol- lowed it to the head of Plum Creek, and there abandoned it, returning to Fort Kearney without having seen a single red-skin. The company's agent, seeing that there was no further use for us in that vicinity as we had lost our cattle and mules sent us back to Fort Leavenworth. The company, it is proper to state, did not have to stand the loss of the expe- dition, as the government held itself responsible for such depredations by the Indians. On the day that I got into Leavenworth, sometime in July, I was interviewed for the first time in my life by a newspa- per reporter, and the next morning I found my name in print as " the youngest Indian slayer on the plains." I am candid enough to admit that I felt very much elated over this notoriety. Again and again I read with eager interest the long and sensational account of our adventure. My exploit was related in a very graphic manner, and for a long time afterwards I was considerable of a hero. The reporter who had thus set me up, as I then thought, on the highest pinnacle of fame, was John Hutohinson, and I felt very grateful to him. He now lives in Wichita, Kansas. CHAPTER V. IN BUSINESS. IN the summer of 1857, Russell, Majors & "Waddell were sending a great many trains across the plains to Salt Lake with supplies for General Johnston's army. Men were in great demand, and the .company was paying teamsters forty dollars per month in gold. An old and reliable wagon-master, named Lewis Simpson who had taken a great fancy to me, and who, by the way, was one of the best wagon-masters that ever ran a bull train was loading a train for the com- pany, and was about to start out with it for Salt Lake. He asked me to go along as an " extra hand." The high wages that were being paid were a great inducement to me, and the position of an " extra hand" was a pleasant one. All that I would have to do would be to take the place of any man who became sick, and drive his wagon until he recovered. I would have my own mule to ride, and to a certain extent I would be a minor boss. My mother was very much opposed to my taking this long trip, as I would be absent nearly a year, and there was a pos- sibility that something might arise to prevent me from ever coming back, as we could not then tell how the Mormon difficulty would terminate. Then again, owing -to the Indi- ans, a journey over the plains in those days w^as a perilous undertaking. She said that as I had recently returned from 6-i I FIND EMPLOYMENT. $5 the plains, and had had a narrow escape from death at the hands of the Indians, she did not want rne to risk my life a second time. I told her that inasmuch as I had determined to follow the plains for an occupation, nothing could now stop me from going on this trip, and if it became necessary I would run away. Seeing that it was impossible to keep me at home, she reluctantly gave her consent, but not until she had called upon Mr. Russell and Mr. Simpson in regard to the matter, and had obtained from the latter gentleman his promise that I should be well taken care of, if we had to winter in the mountains. She did not like the appearance of Simpson, and upon inquiry she^learned, to her dismay, that he was a desperate character, and that on nearly every trip he had made across the plains he had killed some one. Such a man, she thought, was not a n't master or companion for her son, and she was very anxious to have me go with some other wagon-master; but I still insisted upon remaining with Simpson. " Madam, I can assure you that Lew. Simpson is one of the most reliable wagon-masters on the plains," said Mr. Rus- sell, u and he has taken a great fancy to Billy. If your boy is bound to go, he can go with no better man. No one will dare to impose on him while he is with Lew. Simpson, whom I will instruct to take good care of the boy. Upon reaching Fort Laramie, Billy can, if he wishes, exchange places with some fresh man coming back on a returning train, and thus come home without making the whole trip." This seemed to satisfy mother, and then she had a long talk with Simpson himself, imploring him not to forget his promise to take good care of her precious boy. He prom- ised everything that she asked. Thus, after much trouble, I became one of the members of Simpson's train. Before taking our departure, I arranged with Russell, Majors & Waddell that when my pay should fall due it should be paid over to mother. . <5(5 LIFE OF BUFFALO BILL. As a matter of interest to the general reader, it may be well in this connection to give a brief description of a freight train. The wagons used in those days by Hussell, Majors & Waddell were known as the " J. Murphy wagons," made at St. Louis specially for the plains business. They were very large and were strongly built, being capable of carrying seven thousand pounds of freight each. The wagon-boxes were very commodious being as large as the rooms of an ordi- nary house and were covered with two heavy canvas sheets to protect the merchandise from the rain. These wagons were generally sent out from Leavenworth, each loaded with six thousand pounds of freight, and each drawn by several yokes of oxen in charge of one driver.^ A train consisted of twenty -five wagons, air in charge of one man, who was known as the wagon-master. The second man in command was the assistant wagon-master ; then came the " extra hand," next the night herder; and lastly, the cavallard driver, whose duty it was to drive the lame and loose cattle. There were thirty-one men all told in a train. The men did their own cooking, being divided into messes of seven. One man cooked, another brought wood and water, another stood guard, and so on, each having some duty to perform while getting meals. All were heavily armed with Colt's pistols and Mississippi yagers, and every one always had his weap- ons handy so as to be prepared for any emergency. The wagon-master, in the language of the plains, was called the " bull-wagon boss " ; the teamsters were known as " bull-whackers " ; and the whole train was denominated a " bull-outfit." Everything at that time was called an " out- fit." The men of the plains were always full of droll humor and exciting stories of their own experiences, and many an hour I spent in listening to the recitals of thrilling adventures and hair-breadth escapes. Eussell, Majors & Waddell had in their employ two hun- dred and fifty trains, composed of 6,250 wagons, 75,000 oxen, and about eight thousand men ; their business reaching THE SALT LAKE TRAIL. 39 to all the government frontier posts in the north and west, to which they transported supplies, and they also carried freight as far south as New Mexico. The trail to Salt Lake ran through Kansas to the north- west, crossing the Big Blue river, then over the Big and Little Sandy, coining into Nebraska near the Big Sandy* The next stream of any importance was the Little Blue, along which the trail ran for sixty miles ; then crossed a range of sand-hills and struck the Platte river ten miles- below Old Fort Kearney ; thence the course lay up the South Platte to the old Ash Hollow Crossing, tTience eighteen miles across to the North Platte near the mouth of the Blue Water, where General Harney had his great battle in 1855 with the Sioux and Cheyenne Indians. From this- point the North Platte was followed, passing Court House Rock, Chimney Rock and Scott's Bluifs, and then on to Fort Laramie, where the Laramie River was crossed. Still fol- lowing the North Platte for some considerable distance, the trail crossed this river at old Richard's Bridge, and followed it up to the celebrated Red Buttes crossing the Willow creeks to the Sweet Water, passing the great Independence Rock and the Devil's gate, up to the Three Crossings of the Sweet Water, thence past the Cold Springs, where, three feet under the sod, on the hottest day of summer, ice can be found ; thence to the Hot Springs and the Rocky Ridge, and through the Rocky Mountains and Echo Canon, and thence on to the Great Salt Lake valley. We had started on our trip with everything in good shape, following the above described trail. During the first week or two out, I became well acquainted with most of the train men, and with one in particular, who became a life-long and intimate friend of mine. His real name was James B. Hickok ; he afterwards became famous as " Wild Bill, the Scout of the Plains " though why he was so called I never could ascertain and from this time forward I shall refer to him by his popular nickname. He was ten years my senior 70 LIFE OF BUFFALO BILL. tall, handsome, magnificently built and powerful young fellow, who could out-run, out-jump and out-tight any man in the train. He was generally admitted to be the best man physically, in the employ of Eussell, Majors & Waddell ; and of his bravery there was not a doubt. General Ouster, in his "Life on the Plains," thus speaks of Wild Bill: li Among the white scouts were numbered some of the most noted of their class. The most prominent man among them was ' Wild Bill,' whose highly varied career was made the subject of an illustrated sketch in one of the popular monthly periodicals a few years ago. ' Wild Bill ' was a strange character, just the one which a novelist might gloat over. He was a plains-man in every sense of the word, yet unlike any other of his class. In person he was about six feet and one inch in height, straight as the straightest of the warriors whose implacable foe he was. He had broad shoulders, well-formed chest and limbs, and a face strikingly handsome ; a sharp, clear blue eye, which stared you straight in the face when in conversation ; a finely-shaped nose, in- clined to be aquiline ; a well-turned mouth, with lips only partially concealed by a handsome moustache. His hair and complexion were those of the perfect blonde. The former was worn in uncut ringlets, falling carelessly over his power- fully formed shoulders. Add to this figure a costume blending the immaculate neatness of the dandy with the extravagant taste and style of the frontiersman, and you have Wild Bill. * * * * Whether on foot or on horseback, lie was one of the most perfect types of physical manhood I ever saw. " Of his courage there could be no question ; it had been brought to the test on too many occasions to admit of a doubt. His skill in the use of the pistol and rifle was unerr- ing ; while his deportment was exactly the opposite of what might be expected from a man of his surroundings. It was entirely free from all bluster or bravado. He seldom spoke himself unless requested to do so. His conversation, strange WILD BILL. to say, never bordered either on the vulgar or blasphemous. His influence among the frontiersmen was unbounded, his word was law; and many are the personal quarrels and disturbances which he has checked among his comrades by his simple announcement that ' This has gone far enough,' if need be followed by the ominous warning that when per- sisted in or renewed the quarreler < must settle it with me ' "Wild Bill was anything but a quarrelsome man; yet no one but him- self could enumerate the many conflicts in which he had been engaged, and which had almost always resulted in the death of his adversary. I have a personal knowledge of at least half a dozen men whom he had a t various times killed, one of these being at the time a member of my com- mand. Others had been severely wounded, yet he always escaped unhurt. " On the plains every man openly carries his belt with its invariable appendages, knife and revolver often two of the latter. Wild Bill always carried two handsome ivory- handled revolvers of the large size ; he was never seen with- out them. * * * * Yet in all the many affairs of this kind in which Wild Bill has performed a part, and which have come to my knowledge, there was not a single instance in which the verdict of twelve fair-minded men would not have been pronounced in his favor." Such is the faithful picture of Wild Bill as drawn bjr WILD BILL. 72 LIFE OF BUFFALO BILL. General Ouster, who was a close observer and student of personal character, and under whom Wild Bill served as a scout. The circumstances under which I first made his acquaint- ance and learned to know him well and to appreciate his manly character and kind-heartedness, were these. One of the teamsters in Lew. Simpson's train was a surly, overbear- ing fellow, and took particular delight in bullying and tyr^ annizing over me, and one day while we were at dinner he asked me to do something for him. I did not start at once, and he gave me a slap in the face with the back of his hand, knocking me off an ox-yoke on which I was sitting, and sending me sprawling on the ground. Jumping to my feet I picked up a camp kettle full of boiling coffee which was setting on the fire, and threw it at him. I hit him in the face, and the hot coffee gave him a severe scalding. He sprang for me with the ferocity of a tiger, and would un- doubtedly have torn me to pieces, had it not been for the timely interference of my new-found friend, "Wild Bill, who knocked the man down. As soon as lie recovered himself, he demanded of Wild Bill what business it was of his that he should " put in his oar." " It's my business to protect that boy, or anybody else, from being unmercifully abused, kicked and cuffed, and I'll whip any man who tries it on,' ? paid Wild Bill ; " and if you ever again lay a hand on that boy little Billy there I'll give you such a pounding that you won't get over it for a month of Sundays." From that time forward Wild Bill was my protector and intimate friend, and the friendship thus begun continued until his death. Nothing transpired on the trip to delay or give us any trouble whatever, until the train struck the South Platte river. One day we camped on the same ground where the Indians had surprised the cattle herd, in charge of the Mc- Carty brothers. It was with difficulty that we discovered any traces of anybody ever having camped there before, the BUFFALOES ON THE RAMPAGE. 73 only landmark being the single grave, now covered with grass, in which we had buried the three men who had been killed. The country was alive with buffaloes. Vast herds of these monarchs of the plains were roaming all around us, and we laid over one day for a grand hunt. Besides killing quite a number of buffaloes, and having a day of rare sport, we captured ten or Twelve head of cattle, they being a por- tion of the herd which had been stampeded by the Indians, two months before. The next day we pulled out of camp, and the train was strung out to a considerable length along the road which ran near the foot of tire sand-hills, two miles from the river. Between the road and the river we saw a large herd of buffaloes grazing quietly, they having been down to the stream for a drink. Just at this time we observed a party of returning Califor- nians coming from the West. They, too, noticed the buffalo herd, and in another moment they were dashing down upon them, urging their steeds to the greatest speed. The buffalo herd stampeded at once, and broke for the hills ; so hotly were they pursued by the hunters that about five hundred of them rushed through our train pell-mell, frightening both men and oxen. Some of the wagons were turned clear round, and many of the terrified oxen attempted to run to the hills, with the heavy wagons attached to them. Others turned around so short that they broke the wagon tongues off. Nearly all the teams got entangled in their gearing, and became wild and unruly, so .that the perplexed drivers were unable to manage them. The buffaloes, the cattle, and the drivers, were soon run- ning in every direction, and the excitement upset nearly everybody and everything. Many of the cattle broke their yokes and stampeded. One big buffalo bull became entan- gled in one of the heavy wagon-chains, and it is a fact that in his desperate efforts to free himself, he not only actually snapped the strong chain in two. but broke the ox-yoke to which it was attached, and the last seen of him he was run- 74: LIFE OF BUFFALO BILL. * ning towards the hills with it hanging from his horns. A dozen other equally remarkable incidents happened during the short time that the frantic buffaloes were playing havoc with our train, and when they had got through and left us, our outfit was very badly crippled and scattered. This caused us to go into camp and spend a day in replacing the broken tongues, and repairing other damages, and gathering up our scattered ox-teams. The next day we rolled out of camp, and proceeded on our way towards the setting sun. Everything ran along smoothly with us from that point until we came within about eighteen miles of Green river, in the Rocky moun- tains where we camped at noon. At this place we had to drive our cattle about a mile and a half to a creek to water them. Simpson, his assistant, George Woods and myself, accompanied by the usual number of guards, drove the cat- tle over to the creek, and while on our way back to camp, we suddenly observed a party of twenty horsemen rapidly approaching us. We were not yet in view of our wagons, as a rise of ground intervened, and therefore we could not signal the train-men in case of any unexpected danger befalling us. We had no suspicion, however, that we were about to be trapped, as the strangers were white men. When they had come up to us, one of the party, who evi- dently was the leader, rode out in front and said : " How are you, Mr. Simpson ? " "You've got the best of me, sir," said Simpson, who did not know him. " Well, I rather think I have," coolly replied the stranger, whose words conveyed a double meaning, as we soon learned. We had all come to a halt by this time, and the strange horsemen had surrounded us. They were all armed with double-barreled shot guns, rifles and revolvers. We also were armed with revolvers, but we had had no idea of danger, and these men, much to our surprise, had "got the drop" on us ? and had covered us with their weapons, so that we were CAPTURED BY THE DANITES. 75 completely at their mercy. The whole movement of corral- ing us was done so quietly and quickly that it was accom- plished before we knew it. " I'll trouble you for your six shooters, gentlemen," now said the leader. > " I'll give 'em to you in a way you don't want," replied Simpson. The next moment three guns were leveled at Simpson. (i If you make a move you're a dead man," said the leader. Simpson saw that he was taken at a great disadvantage, and thinking it advisable riot to risk the lives of the party by any rash act on his part, he said : " I see now that you have the best of me, but who are you, anyhow ? " "I am Joe Smith," was the reply. " What ! the leader of the Danites ? " asked Simpson. "You are correct," said Smith, for he it wus. " Yes," said Simpson, ;< I know you now ; you are a spy- ing scoundrel." Simpson had good reason for calling him this and applying to him a much more apprubrious epithet, for only a short time before this, Joe Smith had visited our train in the dis- guise of a teamster, and had remained with us two days. He suddenly disappeared, no one knowing where he had gone or why he had come among us. But it was all explained to us now that he had returned with his Mormon Danites. After they had disarmed us, Simpson asked, " Well, Smith, what are you going to do with us ? " " Ride back with us and I'll soon show you," said Smith. We had no idea of the surprise which awaited us. As we came upon the top of the ridge, from which we could view our camp, we were astonished to see the remainder of the train men disarmed and stationed in a group and surrounded by another squad of Danites, while other Mormons were searching our wagons for such articles as they wanted. "How is this?" inquired Simpson. " How did you sur- prise my camp without a struggle ? I can't understand it." 76 LIFE OF BUFFALO BILL. " Easily enough," said Smith ; " jour men were all asleep under the wagons, except the cooks, who saw us coming and took us for returning Californians or emigrants, and paid no attention to us until we rode up and surrounded your train. With our arms covering the men, we woke them up, and told them that all they had to do was to walk out and drop their pistols which they saw was the best thing they could do under circumstances over which they had no control and you can just bet they did it." " And what do you propose to do with us now ? " asked Simpson. " I intend to burn your train," said he ; " you are loaded with supplies and ammunition for Sidney Johnson, and as I have no way to convey the stuff to my own people, I'll see that it does not reach the United States troops." " Are you going to turn us adrift here ? " asked Simpson, who was anxious to learn what was to become of himself and his men. "No; I hardly am as bad as that. I'll give you enough provisions to last you until you can reach Fort Bridger," re- plied Smith ; " and as soon as your cooks can get the stuff out of the wagons, you car? start." " On foot?" was the laconic inquiry of Simpson. "Yes sir," was the equally short reply. " Smith, that's too rough on us men. Put yourself in our place and see how you would like it," said Simpson; "you can w r ell afford to give us at least one wagon and six yokes of oxen to convey us and our clothing and provisions to Fort Bridger. You're a brute if you don't do this." "Well," said Smith, after consulting a minute or two with some of his company, " I'll do that much for you." The cattle and the wagon were brought up according to his orders, and the clothing and provisions were loaded on. " Now you can go," said Smith, after everything had been arranged. " Joe Smith, I think you are a mean coward to set us . THE MARCH TO FORT BRIDGER. 77 afloat in a hostile country, without giving us our arms," said Simpson, who had once before asked for the weapons, and had had his request denied. Smith, after further consultation with his comrades, said : " Simpson, you are too brave a man to be turned adrift here without any means of defense. You shall have your revol- vers and guns." Our weapons were accordingly handed over to Simpson, and we at once started for Fort Bridger, knowing that it would be useless to attempt the recapture of our train. When we had traveled about two miles we saw the smoke arising from our old camp. The Mormons after taking what goods they wanted and could carry off, had set fire to the wagons, many of which were loaded with bacon, lard, hard-tack, and other provisions, which made a very hot, fierce fire, and the smoke to roll up in dense clouds. Some of the wagons were loaded with ammunition, and it was not long before loud explosions followed in rapid succession. We waited and witnessed the burning of the train, and then pushed on to Fort Bridger. Arriving at this post, we learned that two other trains had been captured and destroyed in the same way, by the Mormons. This made seventy -five wagon loads, or 450,000 pounds of supplies, mostly provisions, which never reached General Johnson's command, to which they had been consigned. CHAPTER VI. HARD TIMES. AS it was getting very late in the fall, we were compelled to winter at Fort Bridger ; and a long, tedious winter it was. There were a great many troops there, and about four hundred of Russell, Majors & WaddelPs employees. These men were all organized into militia companies, which were officered by the wagon-masters. Some lived in tents, others in cabins. It was known that our supplies would run short during the winter, and so all the men at the post were put on three-quarter rations to begin with ; before long they were reduced to one-half rations, and finally to one-quarter rations. We were forced to kill our poor worn-out cattle for beef. They were actually so poor that we had to prop them up to shoot them down. At last we fell back on the mules, which were killed and served up in good style. Many a poor, unsuspecting government mule passed in his chips that winter in order to keep the soldiers and bull-whackers from starvation. It was really a serious state of affairs. The wood for the post was obtained from the mountains, but having no longer any cattle or mules to transport it,' the men were obliged to haul it themselves. Long lariats were tied to the wagons, and twenty men manning each, they were pulled to and from the mountains. Notwithstanding all these hardships, the men seemed to be contented and to enjoy themselves. T8 JUMPED BY INDIANS. 79 The winter finally passed away, and early in the spring, as soon as we could travel, the civil employees of the govern- ment, with the teamsters and freighters, started for the Mis- souri river ; the Johnson expedition having been abandoned. On the way down we stopped at Fort Laramie, and there met a supply train bound westward. Of course we all had a square meal once more, consisting of hard tack, bacon, coffee and beans. I can honestly say that I thought it was the best meal I had ever eaten ; at least I relished it more than any other, and I think the rest of the party did the same. On leaving Fort Laramie, Simpson was made brigade wagon-master, and was put in charge of two large trains,, with about four hundred extra men, who were bound for Fort Leavenworth. "When we came to Ash Hollow, instead of taking the usual trail over to the South Platte, Simpson concluded to follow the North Platte down to its junction with the South Platte. The two trains were traveling about fifteen miles apart, when one morning while Simpson was with the rear train, he told his assistant wagon-master, George Woods and myself to saddle up our mules, as he wanted us to go with him and overtake the head train. We started off at about eleven o'clock, and had ridden about seven miles when while we were on a big pla- teau, back of Cedar Bluffs we suddenly discovered a band of Indians coming out of the head of a ravine, half a mile distant, and charging down upon us at full speed. I thought that our end had come this time, sure. Simpson, however, took in the situation in a moment, and knowing that it would be impossible to escape by running our played-oufe mules, he adopted a bolder and much better plan. He jumped from his own mule, and told us to dismount also, He then shot the three animals, and as they fell to the ground he cut their throats to stop their kicking. He then jerked them into the shape of a triangle, and ordered us inside of the barricade. All this was but the work of a few moments, yet it waa gO LIFE OF BUFFALO BILL. not done any too soon, for the Indians had got within three hundred yards of us, and were still advancing, and uttering their demoniacal yells or war-whoops. There were forty of the red-skins and only three of us. We were each armed with a Mississippi yager and two Colt's revolvers. " Get ready for them with your guns, and when they come within fifty yards, aim low, blaze away and bring down your man ! " Such was the quick command of Simpson. The words had hardly escaped from his mouth, when the three yagers almost simultaneously belched forth their contents. We then seized our revolvers and opened a lively fire on the enemy, at short range, which checked their advance. Then we looked over our little barricade to ascertain what effect our fire had produced, and were much gratified at seeing three dead Indians and one horse lying on the ground. Only two or three of the Indians, it seemed, had fire-arms. It must be remembered that in those days every Indian did not own a needle gun or a Winchester rifle, as they now do. Their principal weapons were their bows and arrows. Seeing that they could not take our little fortification, or drive us from it, they circled around us several times, shoot- ing their arrows at us. One of the arrows struck George Wood in the left shoulder, inflicting only a slight wound, however, and several lodged in the bodies of the dead mules ; otherwise they did us no harm. The Indians finally galloped off to a safe distance, where our bullets could not reach them, and seemed to be holding a council. This was a lucky move for us, for it gave us an opportunity to reload our guns and pistols, and prepare for the next charge of the enemy. During the brief cessation of hostilities, Simpson extracted the arrow from Wood's shoulder, and put an immense quid of tobacco on the wound. Wood was then ready for business again. The Indians did not give us a very long rest, for with an- other desperate charge, as if to ride over us, they came dash- HOLDING THE FORT. WE HOLD THE FORT. 83 ing towards the mule barricade. "We gave them a hot recep- tion from our yagers and revolvers. They could not stand, or understand, the rapidly repeating fire of the revolvers, and we again checked them. They circled around us once more and gave us a few parting shots as they rode off, leav- ing behind them another dead Indian snd a horse. o For two hours afterwards they did not seem to be doing anything but holding a council: We made good use of this time by Digging up the ground inside the barricade with our knives and throwing the loose earth around and over the mules, and we soon had a very respectable fortification. We were not troubled any more that day, but during the night the cunning rascals tried to burn us out by setting fire to the prairie. The buffalo grass was so short that the fire did not trouble us much, but the smoke concealed the Indians from our view, and they thought that they could approach close to us without being seen. We were aware of this, and kept a sharp look-out, being prepared all the time to receive them. They finally abandoned the idea of surprising us/ Next morning, bright and early, they gave us one more grand charge, and again we " stood them off." They then rode away half a mile or so, and formed a circle around us. Each man dismounted and sat down, as if to wait and starve us out. They had evidently seen the advance train pass on the morning of the previous day, and believed that we be- longed to that outfit and were trying to overtake it; they had no idea that another train was on jts way after us. Our hopes of escape from this unpleasant and perilous situ- ation now depended upon the arrival of the rear train, and when we saw that the Indians were going to besiege us instead of renewing their attacks, we feit rather confident of receiving timely assistance. We had expected that the train would be along late in the afternoon of the previous day, and as the morning wore away we were somewhat anxious and uneasy, at its non-arrival. At last, about ten o'clock, we began to hear in the distance 84: LIFE OF BUFFALO BILL. the loud and sharp reports of the big bull-whips, which were handled with great dexterity by the teamsters, and cracked like rifle shots. These 'were as welcome sounds to us as were the notes of the bag-pipes to the beseiged garrison at Luck- now, when the reinforcements were coining up and the pipers were heard playing, " The Campbells are Coining." 1 In a few moments we saw the lead or head wagon coming slowly over the ridge, which had concealed the train from our view, and soon the whole outfit made its appearance. The Indians observed the approaching train, and assembling in # group they held a short consultation. They then charged upon us once more, for the last time, and as they turned and dashed away over the prairie, we sent our fare- well shots rattling after them. The teamsters, seeing the Indians and hearing the shots, came rushing forward to our assistance, but by the time they reached us the red-skins had almost disappeared from view. The teamsters eagerly asked us a hundred questions concerning our fight, admired our fort and p'raised our pluck. Simpson's remarkable presence of mind in planning the defense was the general topic of conversation among all the men. When the teams came up we obtained some water and bandages with which to dress Wood's wound, which had be- come quite inflamed and painful, and we then put him into one of the wagons. Simpson and myself obtained a remount, bade good-bye to our dead mules which had served us so well, and after collecting the ornaments and other plunder from tlie dead Indians, we left their bodies and bones to bleach on the prairie. The train moved on again and we had no other adventures, except several exciting buffalo hunts on the South Platte, near Plum Creek. We arrived at Fort Leavenworth about the middle of July, 1858, when I immediately visited home. I found mother in very poor health, as she w^as suffering from asthma. My oldest sister, Martha, had, during my absence, been married to John Crane, and was living at Leavenworth. TRAPPING ON THE CHUGWATER. 85 During the winter at Fort Bridger I had frequently talked with Wild Bill about my family, and as I had become greatly attached to him I asked him to come and make a visit at our house, which he promised to do. So one day, shortly after our return from Fort Bridger, he accompanied me home from Leavenworth. My mother and sisters, who had heard so much about him from me, were delighted to see him and he spent several weeks at our place. They did everything possible to repay him for his kindness to me. Ever after- wards, when he was at or near Leavenworth, Wild Bill came out to our house to see the family, whether I was at home or not, and he always received a most cordial reception. His mother and sisters lived in Illinois, and he used to call our house his home, as he did not have one of his own. I had been home only about a month, after returning from Fort Bridger, when I again started out with another train, going this time as assistant wagon-master under Buck Bomer. We went safely through to Fort Laramie, which was our destination, and from there we were ordered to take a load of supplies to a new post called Fort Wallach, which was being established at Cheyenne Pass. We made this trip and got back to Fort Laramie about November 1st. I then quit the employ of Russell, Majors & Waddell, and joined a party of trappers who were sent out by the post trader, Mr. Ward, to trap on the streams of the Chugwater and Lara- mie for beaver, otter, and other fur animals, and also to poison wolves for their pelts. We were out two months, but as the expedition did not prove very profitable, and was rather dangerous on account of the Indians, we abandoned the enterprise and came into Fort Laramie in the latter part of December. Being anxious to return to the Missouri river, I joined with two others, named Scott and Charley, who were also desirous of going East on a visit, bought three ponies and a pack-mule, and we started out together. We made rapid progress on our journey, and nothing worthy of note happened 86 LIFE OF BUFFALO BILL. until one afternoon, along the banks of the Little Blue River, we spied a band of Indians hunting on the opposite side of the stream, three miles away. We did not escape their notice,, and they gave us a lively chase for two hours, but they could find no good crossing, and as evening came on we finally got away from them. We traveled until late in the night ; when upon discovering- a low, deep ravine which we thought would make a comfort- able and safe camping-place, we stopped for a rest. In searching for a good place to make our beds, I found a hole, and I called to my companions that I had found a fine place for a nest. One of the party was to stand guard while the others slept. Scott took the first watch, while Charley and I made a bed in the hole. While clearing out the place we felt something rough, but as it was dark we could not make out what it was. At any rate we concluded that it was bones or sticks of wood ; we thought perhaps it might be the bones of some animal which had fallen in there and died. These bones, for such they really proved to be, we pushed one side and then we lay down. But Charley, being an inveterate smoker, could not resist the temptation of indulging in a smoke before going to sleep. So he sat up and struck a match to light his old pipe. Our subterranean bed-chamber was thus illuminated for a moment or two ; I sprang to my feet in an instant for a ghastly and horrifying sight was revealed to us. Eight or. ten human skeletons lay scattered upon the ground. The light of the match died out, but we had seen enough to convince us that we were in a large grave, into which, perhaps, some unfortunate emigrants, who had been killed by the Indians, had been thrown ; or, perhaps, seeking ref- uge there, they had been corraled and then killed on the spot. If such was the case, they had met the fate of thous- ands of others, whose friends have never heard of them since they left their eastern homes to seek their fortunes in the Far West. However, we did not care to investigate this CAMPING IN A SEPULCHRE. BADLY SCARED. 89 mystery any further, but we hustled out of that chamber of death and informed Scott of our discovery. Most of the plains-men are very superstitious, and we were no exception to the general rule. We surely thought that this incident was an evil omen, and that we would be killed if we remained there any longer. " Let us dig out of here quicker than we can say Jack Robinson," said Scott ; and we began to " dig out " at once- We saddled our animals and hurriedly pushed forward through the darkness, traveling several miles before we again went into camp. Next morning it was snowing fiercely, but we proceeded as best we could, and that night we succeeded in reaching Oak Grove ranch, which had been built during the summer. We here obtained comfortable accommoda- tions and plenty to eat and drink especially the latter. Scott and Charley were great lovers and consumers of " tanglefoot," and they soon got gloriously drunk, keeping it up for three days, during which time they gambled with the ranchmen, who got away with all their money ; but little they cared for that, as they had their spree. They finally sobered up, and we resumed our journey, urging our jaded animals as much as they could stand, until we struck Marys- ville, on the Big Blue. From this place to Leaven worth we secured first-rate accommodations along the road, as the coun- try had become pretty well settled. It was in February, 1859, that I got home. As there was now a good school in the neighborhood, taught by Mr. Divinny, my mother wished me to attend it, and I did so for two months and a half the longest period of schooling that I ever received at any one time in my life. As soon as the spring came and the grass began growing, I became uneasy and discontented, and again longed for the free and open life of the plains. The Pike's Peak gold excitement was then at its height> and everybody was rushing to the new gold diggings. I 90 LIFE OF BUFFALO BILL. caught the gold-fever myself, and joined a party bound for the ne\v town of Auraria, on Cherry Creek, afterwards called Denver, in honor of the then governor of Kansas. On arriving at Auraria we pushed on to the gold streams in the mountains, passing up through Golden Gate, and over Guy Hill, and thence on to Black Hawk. We prospected for two months, but as none of us knew anything about mining we met with very poor success, and we finally concluded that RAFTING ON THE PLATTE. prospecting for gold was not our forte. We accordingly abandoned the enterprise and turned our faces eastward once more. When we struck the Platte River, the happy thought of constructing a small raft which would float us clear to the Missouri and thence down to Leavenworth entered our heads, and we accordingly carried out the plan. Upon the completion of the raft we stocked it with provisions, and RIDING PONY EXPRESS. 91 " set sail " down the stream. It was a light craft and a jolly cre\v, and all was smooth sailing for four or five days. When we got near old Juie&burg, we met with a serious mishap. Our raft ran into an eddy, and quick as lightning went to pieces, throwing us all into the stream, which was so deep that we had to swim ashore. We lost everything we had, which greatly discouraged us, and we thereupon aban- doned the idea of rafting it any farther. We then walked over to Julesburg, which was only a few miles distant. This ranch, which became a somewhat famous spot, had been established by " Old Jules," a Frenchman, who was after- wards killed by the notorious Alf. Slade. The great pony express, about which so much has been said and written, was at that time just being started. The line was being stocked with horses and put into good run- ning condition. At Julesburg I met Mr. George Chrisman, the leading wagon-master of Russell, Majors & Waddell, who had always been a good friend to me. He had bought out u Old Jules," and was then the owner of Julesburg ranch, and the agent of the pony express line. He hired me at once as a pony express rider, but as I was so young he thought I would not be able to stand the fierce riding which was required of the messengers. He knew, however, that I had been raised in the saddle that I felt more at home there than in any other place and as he saw that I was confident that I could stand the racket, and could ride as far and endure it as w r ell as some of the older riders, he gave me a short route of forty-five miles, w r ith the stations fifteen miles apart, and three changes of horses. I was required to make fifteen miles an hour, including the changes of horses. I was fortunate in getting well-broken animals, and being so light, I easily made my forty -five miles on time on my first trip out, and ever afterwards. I wrote to mother and told her how well I liked the exciting life of a pony express rider. She replied, and 92 LIFE OF BUFFALO BILL. begged of me to give it up, as it would surely kill me. She was right about this, as fifteen miles an hour on horseback would, in a short time, shake any man " all to pieces" ; and there were but very few, if any, riders who could stand it for any great length of time. Nevertheless, I stuck to it for two months, and then, upon receiving a letter informing me that my mother was very sick, I gave it up and went back to the old home in Salt Creek Yalley. CHAPTER VII. ACCIDENTS AND ESCAPES. MY restless, roaming spirit would not allow me to reniain at home very long, and in November, after the recov- ery of my mother, I went up the Republican River and its tributaries on a trapping expedition in company with Dave Harrington. Our outfit consisted of one wagon and a yoke of oxen for the transportation of provisions, traps, and other necessaries. We began trapping near Junction City, Kansas, and then proceeded up the Republican River to the mouth of Prairie Dog Creek, where we found plenty of beavers. Having seen no signs of Indians thus far, we felt compara- tively safe. We were catching a large number of beavers and were prospering finely, when one of our oxen, having become rather poor, slipped and fell upon the ice, dislocating his hip, so that we had to shoot him to end his misery. This left us without a team ; but we cared little for that, however, as we had made up our minds to remain there till spring, when, and it was deci4ed, that one of us should go to the nearest settlement and get a yoke of oxen with which to haul our wagon into some place of safety where we could leave it. "We would probably have pulled through the winter all right had it not been for a very serious accident which befell me just at that time. Spying a herd of elk, we started in pursuit of them, and creeping up towards them as slyly as 93 94 LIFE OF BUFFALO BILL. possible, while going around the bend of a sharp bluff or bank of the creek I slipped and broke my leg just above the ankle. Notwithstanding the great pain I was suffering, Harrington could not help laughing when I .urged him to shoot me, as he had the ox, and thus end my misery. He told me to " brace up," and that he would bring me out " all right." "I am not much of a surgeon," said he, " but I can fix that leg of yours, even if I haven't got a diploma." He succeeded in getting me back to camp, which was only a few yards from the creek, and then he set the fracture as well as he knew how, and made me as comfortable as was possible under the circumstances. We then discussed the situation, which to say the least, looked pretty blue. Know- ing that, owing to our mishaps, we could not do anything more that winter, and as I dreaded the idea of lying there on my back with a broken leg for weeks, and perhaps months, I prevailed upon Harrington to go the nearest settlement about 125 miles distant to obtain a yoke of cattle, and then come back for me. This he consented to do ; but before leaving he gathered plenty of wood, and as the ground was covered with snow, I would have no difficulty in getting water if I had a fire. There was plenty of fresh meat and other provisions in the " dug out," so that I had no fears of starvation. The " dug- out," which we had built immediately after we had deter- mined to remain there all winter, was a very cosy hole in the ground, covered with poles, grass and sod, with a fire- place in one end. Harrington thought it would take him twenty days or more to make the round trip ; but being well provided for for this length of time I urged him to go at once. Bidding me good-bye he started on foot. After his departure, each day, as it came and went, seemed to grow longer to me as I lay there helpless and alone. I made a note of each day, so as to know the time when I might expect him back. SAVED BY CHIEF RXlN-IN-THE-FACE. A DESPERATE SITUATION: 97 On the twelfth day after Harrington left me, I was awak- ened from a sound sleep by some one touching me upon the shoulder. I looked up and was astonished to see an Indian warrior standing at my side. His face was hideously daubed with paint, which told me more forcibly than words could have done that he was on the war-path. He spoke to me in broken English and Sioux mixed, and I understood him to ask what I was doing there, and how many there were with me. By this time the little dug-out was nearly filled with other Indians, who had been peeping in at the door, and I could hear voices of still more outside as well as the stamping of horses. I began to think that my time had come, as the say- ing is, when into the cabin stepped an elderly Indian, whom 1 readily recognized as old Rain-in-the-Face, a Sioux chief from the vicinity of Fort Laramie. I rose up as well as I could and showed him my broken leg. I told him where I had seen him, and asked him if he remembered me. He replied that he knew me well, and that I used to come to his lodge at Fort Laramie to visit him. I then. managed to make him understand that I was there alone and having broken my leg, I had sent my partner off for a team to take me away. I asked him if his young men intended to kill me, and he answered, that was what they had proposed to do, but he would see what they had to say. The Indians then talked among themselves for a few min- utes, and upon the conclusion of the consultation, old Rain- in-the-Face turned to me and gave me to understand that as I was yet a "papoose," or a very young man, they would not take my life. But one of his men, who had no fire-arms, wanted my gun and pistol. I implored old Rain-in-the-Face to be allowed to keep the weapons, or at least one of them, as I needed something with which to keep the wolves away. He replied that as his young men were out on the war path, lie had induced them to spare my life ; but he could not prevent them from taking what ever else they wanted. They unsaddled their horses as if to remain there for some 98 LIFE OF BUFFALO BILL. time, and sure enough they stayed the remainder of the day and all night. They built a fire in the dug-out and cooked a lot of my provisions, helping themselves to everything as if they owned it. However, they were polite enough to give me some of the food after they had cooked it. It was a sumptuous feast that they had, and they seemed to relish it as if it was the best lay-out they had had for many a long day. They took all my sugar and coffee, and left me only some meat and a small quantity of flour, a little salt and some baking powder. They also robbed me of such cooking utensils as they wished ; then bidding me good-bye, early in the morning, they mounted their ponies and rode off to the south, evidently bent on some murdering and thieving expe- dition. I was glad enough to see them leave, as my life had un- doubtedly hung by a thread during their presence. 1 am confident that had it not been for my youth and the timely recognition and interference of old Rain-in-the-Face they would have killed me without any hesitation or ceremony. The second day after they had gone it began snowing, and for three long and wear} 7 days the snow continued to fall thick and fast. It blocked the door- way and covered the dug-out to -the depth of several feet, so that I became a snow- bound prisoner. My wood was mostly under the snow, and it was with great difficulty that I could get enough to start a fire with. My prospects were gloomy indeed. I had just faced death at the hands of the Indians, and now I was in danger of losing my life from starvation and cold. I knew that the heavy snow would surely delay Harrington on his return ; and I feared that he might have perished in the storm, or that some other accident might have befallen him. Perhaps some wandering band of Indians had run across him and killed him. I was continually thinking of all these possibilities, and I must say that my outlook seemed desperate. At last the twentieth day arrived the day on which Harrington was to A JOYOUS MEETING. 99 return and I counted the hours from morning till night, but the day passed away with no signs of Harrington. The wolves made the night hideous with their howls ; they gathered around the dug-out ; ran over the roof; and pawed and scratched as if trying to get in. Several days and nights thus wore away, the monotony all the time becoming greater, until at last it became almost unendurable. Some days I would go without any fire at all, and eat raw frozen meat and melt snow in my mouth for water. I became almost convinced that Harrington had been caught in the storm and had been buried under the snow, or was lost. Many a time during that dreary period of uncer- tainty, I made up my mind that if I ever got out of that place alive, I would abandon the plains and the life of a trapper forever. I had nearly given up all hopes of leaving the dug-out alive. It was on the twenty-ninth day, while I was lying thus despondently thinking and wondering, that I heard the cheer- ful sound of Harrington's voice as he came slowly up the creek, yelling, " whoa! haw!" to his cattle. A criminal on the scaffold, with the noose around his neck, the trap about to be sprung, and receiving a pardon just at the last moment, thus giving him a new lease of life, could not have been more grateful than I was at that time. It was useless for me to try to force the door open, as the snow had completely blockaded it, and I therefore anxiously awaited Harrington's arrival. " Hello ! Billy ! " he sang out in a loud voice as he came up, he evidently being uncertain as to my being alive. " All right, Dave," was my reply. " Well, old boy, you're alive, are you ? " said he. "Yes; and that's about all. I've had a tough siege of it since you've been away, and I came pretty nearly passing in my chips. I began to think you never would get here, as I was afraid you had been snowed under," said I. He soon cleared away the snow from the entrance, and 100 LIFE OF BUFFALO BILL. opening the door he came in. I don't think there ever was a more welcome visitor than he was. I remember that I was so glad to see him that I put my arms around his neck and hugged him for live minutes ; never shall I forget faithful Dave Harrington. " Well, Billy, my boy, I hardly expected to see you alive again," said Harrington, as soon as I had given him an oppor- tunity to draw his breath ; " I had a terrible trip of it, and I didn't think I ever would get through. 1 was caught in the snow-storm, and was laid up for three days. The cattle wan- dered away, and I came within an ace of losing them alto- gether. When 1 got started again the snow was so deep that it prevented me from making much headway. But as I had left you here I was bound to come through, or die in the attempt." Again I flung my arms around Dave's neck and gave him a hug that would have done honor to a grizzly bear. My gratitude was thus much more forcibly expressed than it could have been by words. Harrington understood this, and seemed to appreciate it. The tears of joy rolled down my cheeks, and it was impossible forme to restrain them. When my life had been threatened by the Indians I had not felt half so miserable as when I lay in the dug-out thinking I was destined to die a slow death by starvation and cold. The Indians would have made short work of it, am. would have given me little or no time to think of my fate. I questioned Harrington as to his trip, and learned all the details. He had passed through hardships which but few men could have endured. Noble fellow, that he was. He had risked his own life to save mine. After he had finished his story, every word of which I had listened to with eager interest, I related to him my own experiences, in which he became no less interested. He expressed great astonishment that the Indians had not killed me, and he considered it one of the luckiest and most remarkable escapes he had ever heard of. It amused me^ ON THE ROAD HOME. 101 .however, to see him get very angry when I told him that they had taken my gun and pistol and had used up our pro- visions. " But never mind, Billy," said he, " we can stand it till the snow goes off', which will not be long, arid then we will pull our wagon back to the settlements." A few days afterwards Harrington gathered up our traps,, and cleaned the snow out of the wagon. Covering it with the sheet which we had used in the dug-out, he made a com- fortable bed inside, and helped me into it. We had been, quite successful in trapping, having caught three hundred beavers and one hundred otters, the skins of which Harring- ton loaded on the wagon. We then pulled out for the set- tlements, making good headway, as the snow had nearly dis- appeared, having been blown or melted away, so that we had no difficulty in finding a road. On the eighth day out we came to a farmer's house, or ranch, on the Republican River, where we stopped and rested for two days, and then went on to the ranch where Harrington had obtained the yoke of cattle. We gave the owner of the team twenty-five beaver skins, equal to $60, for the use of the cattle, and he let us- have tnem until we reached Junction City, sending his boy with us to bring them back. At Junction City we sold our wagon and furs and went with a government mule train to Leavenworth arriving- there in March, 1860. I was just able to get around on crutches when I got into Leavenworth, and it was several months after that before I entirely recovered the use of my leg. During the winter I had often talked to Harrington about my mother and sisters, and had invited him to go home with me in the spring. I now renewed the invitation, which he accepted, and accompanied me home. When I related to mother my adventures and told her how Harrington had saved my life, she thanked him again and again. I never saw a more grateful woman than she was. She asked him to alwaye- make his home with us, as she never could reward him suffi- 102 LIFE OF BUFFALO BILL. eiently for what lie had done for her darling boy, as she called me. Harrington concluded to remain with us through the summer and farm mother's land. But alas ! the^ uncer- tainty of life. The coming of death when least expected was strikingly illustrated in his case. During the latter part of April he went to a nursery for some trees, and while com- ing home late at night he caught a severe cold and was taken seriously sick, with lung fever. Mother did everything in her power for him. She could not have done more had he been her own son, but notwithstanding her motherly care and attention, and the skill of a physician from Leaven- worth, he rapidly grew worse. It seemed hard, indeed, to think that a great strong man like Harrington, who had braved the storms, and endured the other hardships of the plains all winter long, should, during the warm and beauti- ful days of spring, when surrounded by friends and the com- forts of a good home, be fatally stricken down. But such was his fate. He died one week from the day on which he was taken sick. We all mourned his loss as we would that of a loved son or brother, as he was one of the truest, brav- est, and best of friends. Amid sorrow and tears we laid him away to rest in a picturesque spot on Pilot Knob. His death cast a gloom over our household, and it was a long time before it was entirely dispelled. I felt very lonely without Harrington, and I soon wished for a change of scene again. CHAPTER VIII. ADVENTURES ON THE OVERLAND ROAD. AS the warm days of summer approached I longed for the cool air of the mountains ; and to the mountains I determined to go. After engaging a man to take care of the farm, I proceeded to Leavenworth and there met my old wagon-master and friend, Lewis Simpson, who was fitting out a train at Atchison and loading it with supplies for the Overland Stage Company, of which Mr. Russell, my old employer, was one of the proprietors. Simpson was going with this train to Fort Laramie and points further west. " Come along with me, Billy," said he, " I'll give you a good lay-out. I want you with me." " I don't know that I would like to go as far west as that again," replied I, k < but I do want to ride the pony express once more ; there's some life in that." " Yes, that's so ; but it will soon shake the life out of you," said he. " However, if that's what you've got your mind set on, you had better come to Atchison with me and see Mr. Russell, who I'm pretty certain, will give you a situation." I replied that I would do that. I then went home and informed mother of my intention, and as her health was very poor I had great difficulty in obtaining her consent. I finally convinced her that as I was of no use on the farm, it would be 103 104 LIFE OF BUFFALO BILL. better and more profitable for me to return to the plains. So after giving her all the money I had earned by trapping. I bade her good-bye and set out for Atchison. I met Mr. Russell there and asked -him for employment a& a pony express-rider ; he gave me a letter to Mr. Slade r who was then the stage agent for the division extending from Julesburg to Rocky Ridge. Slade had his headquarters at Horseshoe Station, thirty-six miles west of Fort Laramie and I made the trip thither in company with Simpson and his train. Almost the very first person I saw after dismounting from my horse was Slade. I walked up to him and presented Mr. Russell's letter, which he hastily opened and read. "With a sweeping glance of his eye he took my measure from head to foot, and then said : " My boy, you are too young for a pony express-rider. It takes men for that business." ' k I rode two months last year on Bill Trotter's division, sir, and filled the bill then ; and I think I am better able to ride now," said I. u What ! are you the boy that was riding there, and was called the youngest rider on the road ? " " I am the same boy," I replied, confident that everything was now all right for me. " I have heard of you before. You are a year or so older now, and I think you can stand it. I'll give you a trial any- how, and if you weaken you can come back to Horseshoe Station and tend stock." That ended our first interview. The next day he assigned me to duty on the road from Red Buttesonthe North Platte, to the Three Crossings of the Sweetwater a distance of seventy-six miles and I began riding at once. It was along piece of road, but I was equal to the undertaking; and soon afterwards had an opportunity to exhibit rny power of en- durance as a pony express rider. One day when I galloped into Three Crossings, my home A LONG RIDE. 105 station, I found that the rider who was expected to take the trip out on my arrival, had got into a drunken row the night before and had been killed ; and that there was no one to fill his place. I did not hesitate for a moment to undertake an extra rid e of eighty- Iflve miles to Rocky Ridge, and I arriv- led at the latter [place on time. I then turned back 'and rode to Red Buttes, my starting j| place, accomplish- I IMMEDIATELY CHANGED HORSES. Hlg OH the trip a distance of 322 miles. Slade heard of this feat of mine, and one day as he was passing on a coach he sang out to me, " My boy, you're a brick, and no mistake. That was a good run you made when you rode your own and Miller's routes, and I'll see that you get extra pay for it." Slade, although rough at times and always a dangerous character having killed many a man was always kind to me. During the two years that I worked for him as pony express-rider and stage-driver, he never spoke an angry word to me. As I was leaving Horse Creek one day, a party of fifteen Indians " jumped me " in a sand ravine about a mile west of the station. They fired at me repeatedly, but missed their mark. I was mounted on a roan California horse the fleetest steed I had. Patting spurs and whip to him, and lying flat on his back, I kept straight on for Sweetwater Bridge eleven miles distant instead of trying to turn back to Horse Creek. The Indians came on in hot pursuit, but ray horse soon got away from them, and ran into the station two miles ahead of them. The stock-tender had been killed there that morning, and all the stock had been driven off by 106 LIFE OF BUFFALO BILL. the Indians, and as I was therefore unable to change horses, I continued on to Ploutz's Station twelve miles further thus making twenty -four miles straight run with one horse. I told the people at Ploutz's what had happened at Sweet- water Bridge, and with a fresh horse went on and finished the trip without any further adventure. About the middle of September the Indians became very troublesome on the line of the stage road along the Sweet- ATTACK ON STAGE COACH. water. Between Split Rock and Three Crossings they robbed a stage, killed the driver and two passengers, and badly wounded Lieut. Flowers, the assistant division agent. The red-skinned thieves also drove off the stock from the different stations, and were continually lying in wait for the passing stages and pony express-riders, so that we had to take many desperate chances in running the gauntlet. The Indians had now become so bad and had stolen so A HUNT FOR INDIANS. 107 much stock that it was decided to stop the pony express for at least six weeks, and to run the stages but occasionally during that period ; in fact, it would have been almost im- possible to have run the enterprise much longer without re- stocking the line. While we were thus nearly all lying idle, a party was- organized to go out and search for stolen stock. This party was composed of stage-drivers, express-riders, stock-tenders, and ranchmen forty of them altogether and they were well-armed and well-mounted. They were mostly men who had undergone all kinds of hardships and braved every dan- ger, and they were ready and anxious to " tackle " any num- ber of Indians. Wild Bill (who had been driving stage on the road and had recently come down to our division) was elected captain of the company. It was supposed that the stolen stock had been taken to the head of Powder River and vicinity, and the party, of which I was a member, started out for that section in high hopes of success. Twenty miles out from Sweetwater Bridge, at the head of Horse Creek, we found an Indian trail running north towards Powder River, and we could see by the tracks that most of the horses had been recently shod and were undoubtedly our stolen stage stock. Pushing rapidly forward, we followed this trail to Powder River; thence down this stream to within about forty miles of the spot where old Fort Reno now stands. Here the trail took a more westerly course along the foot of the mountains, leading eventually to Crazy Woman's Fork a tributary of Powder River. At this point we discovered that the party whom we were trailing had been joined by another band of Indians, and, judging from the fresh appearance of the trail, the united body could not have left this spot more than twenty -four hours before. Being aware that we were now in the heart of the hostile country and that we might at any moment find more Indians than we had " lost," we advanced with more caution than 108 LIFE OF BUFFALO BILL. usual, and kept a sharp lookout. As we were approaching Clear Creek, another tributary of Powder river, we discov- ered Indians on the opposite side of the creek, some three miles distant ; at least we saw horses grazing, which was a sure sign that there were Indians there. The Indians thinking themselves in comparative safety never before having been followed so far into their own country by white men had neglected to put out any scouts. They had no idea that there were any white men in that part of the country. We got the lay of their camp, and then held a council to consider and mature a plan for captur- ing it. We knew full well that the Indians would outnum- ber us at least three to one, and perhaps more. Upon the advice and suggestion of Wild Bill, it> was finally decided that we should wait until it was nearly dark, and then, after creeping as close to them as possible, make a dash through their camp, open a general fire on them, and stampede the horses. This plan, at the proper time, was most successfully exe- cuted. The dash upon the enemy was a complete surprise to them. They were so overcome with astonishment that they did not know what to make of it. We could not have astonished them any more if we had dropped down into their camp from the clouds. They did not recover from the sur- prise of this sudden charge until after we had ridden pell- mell through their camp and got away with our own horses as well as theirs. We at once circled the horses around towards the south, and after getting them on the south side of Clear Creek, some twenty of our men just as the dark- ness was coming on rode back and gave the Indians a few parting shots. We then took up our line of march for Sweetwater Bridge, where we arrived four days afterwards with all of our own horses and about one hundred captured Indian ponies. The expedition had proved a grand success, and the event was celebrated in the usual manner by a grand spree. A GRAND SPREE. 109 The only store at Sweetwater Bridge did a rushing business for several days. The returned stock-hunters drank, and gambled and fought. The Indian ponies, which had been distributed among the captors, passed from hand to hand at almost e' T ery deal of the cards. There seemed to be no limit to the rioting, and carousing ; revelry reigned supreme. On the third day of the orgie, Slade, who had heard the news, came up to the bridge and took a hand in the " fun," as it was called. To add some variation and excitement to ALF. SLADE KILLING THE DRIVER. the occasion, Slade got into a quarrel with a stage-driver and shot him, killing him almost instantly. The " boys " became so elated as well as " elevated " over their success against the Indians, that most of them were in favor of going back and cleaning out the whole Indian race. One old driver especially, Dan Smith, was eager to open a war on all the hostile nations, and had the drinking been continued another week he certainly would have undertaken the job, single-handed and alone. The spree finally came to an end ; the men sobered down and abandoned the idea of again invading the hostile country. The recovered 7 110 LIFE OF BUFFALO BILL. horses were replaced on the road, and the stages and pony express were again running on time. Slade, having taken a great fancy to me, said : " Billy, I want you to come down to my headquarters, and I'll make you a sort of supernumerary rider, and .send you out only when it is necessary." I accepted the offer, and went with him down to Horse- shoe, where I had a comparatively easy time of it. I had always been fond of hunting, and I now had a good opportu- nity to gratify my ambition in that direction, as I had plenty of spare time on my hands. In this connection I will relate one of my bear-hunting adventures. One day, when I had nothing else to do, I saddled up an extra pony express horse, and arming myself with a good rifle and pair of revolvers, struck out for the foot hills of Laramie Peak for a bear-hunt. Riding carelessly along, and breathing the cool and bracing autumn air which came down from the mountains, I felt as only a man can feel who is roaming over the prairies of the far West, well armed, and mounted on a fleet and gallant steed. The perfect freedom which he enjoys is in itself a refreshing stimulant to the mind as well as to the body. Such indeed were my feelings on this beautiful day, as I rode up the valley of the Horseshoe. Occasionally 1 scared up a flock of sage-hens or a, jack-rabbit. Antelopes and deer were almost always in sight in any direction, but as they were not the kind of game I was after, on that day, I passed them by, and kept on towards the higher mountains. The further I rode the rougher and wilder became the country, and 1 knew that I was approaching the haunts of the bear. I did not discover any, however, although I saw plenty of tracks in the snow. About two o'clock in the afternoon, my horse having become tired, and myself being rather weary, I shot a sage- hen, and dismounting, I unsaddled my horse and tied him to a small tree, where he could easily feed on the mountain grass. I then built a little fire, and broiling the chicken MY BIS AR HUNT. and seasoning it with salt and pepper, which I had obtained from my saddle-bags, I soon sat down to a " genuine square meal," which 1 greatly relished. After resting for a couple of hours, I remounted and resumed my upward trip to the mountains, having made up my mind to camp out that night rather than go back without a bear, which my friends knew I had gone out for. As the days were growing short, night soon came on, and I looked around for a suitable camping place. While thus engaged, I scared up a flock of sage-hens, two of which I shot, intend- ing to have one for supper and the other for breakfast. By this time it was becoming quite dark, and I rode down to one of the little mountain streams, where I found an open place in the timber suitable for a camp. I dismounted, and after unsaddling my horse and hitching him to a tree, I prepared to start a fire. Just then I was startled by hearing a horse whinnying further up the stream. It was quite a surprise to me, and I immediately ran to my animal to keep him from answering, as horses usually do in such cases. I thought that the strange horse might belong to some roaming band of Indians, as I knew of no white men being in that portion of the country at that time. I was certain that the owner of the strange horse could not be far distant, and I was very anxious to find out who my neighbor was, before letting him know that I was in his vicinity. I therefore re- saddled my horse, and leaving him tied so that I could easily reach him I 'took my gun and started out on a scouting ex- pedition up the stream. I had gone about four hundred yards when, in a bend of the stream, I discovered ten or fifteen horses grazing. On the opposite side of the creek a light was shining high up the mountain bank. Approaching the mysterious spot as cautiously as possible, and when within a few yards of the light which I discovered came from a dug-out in the mountain side I heard voices, and soon I was able to distin- guish the words, as they proved to be in my own language. 112 LIFE OF BUFFALO BILL. Then I knew that the occupants of the dug-out, whence the voices "proceeded, were white men. Thinking that they might be a party of trappers, I boldly walked up to the door and knocked for admission. The voices instantly ceased, and for a moment a deathlike silence reigned inside. Then there seemed to follow a kind of hurried whispering a sort of consultation and then some one called out : " Who's there ? " " A friend and a white man," I replied. The door opened, and a big, ugly-looking fellow stepped forth and said : " Come in." I accepted the invitation with some degree of fear and hes- itation, which I endeavored to conceal, as I saw that it was too late to back out, and that it would never do to weaken at that point, whether they were friends or foes. Upon enter- ing the dug-out my eyes fell upon eight as rough and villain- ous looking men as 1 ever saw in my life. Two of them I instantly recognized as teamsters who had been driving in Lew Simpson's train, a few months before, and had been dis- charged. They were charged with the murdering and robbing of a ranchman ; and having stolen his horses it was supposed that they had left the country. I gave them no signs of rec- ognition however, deeming it advisable to let them remain in ignorance as to who I was. It was a hard crowd, and I concluded that the sooner I could get away from them the better it would be for me. I felt confident that they were a band of horse-thieves. " Where are you going, young man ; and who's with you?" asked one of the men who appeared to be the leader of the gang. " I am entirely alone. I left Horseshoe station this morning for a bear-hunt, and not finding any bears, I had determined to camp out for the night arid wait till morn- ing," said I ; " and just as I was going into camp, a few AMONG VILLAIN b. 115 hundred yards down the creek, I heard one of your horses whinnying, and then I came up to your camp." I was thus explicit in my statement in order, if possible to satisfy the cut-throats that I was not spying upon them, but that my intrusion was entirely accidental. "Where's your horse?" demanded the boss thief. " I left him down the creek," I answered. They proposed going after the horse, but I thought that that would never do, as it would leave me without any means of escape, and I accordingly said, in hopes to throw them off the track, " Captain, I'll leave my gun here and go down and get my horse, and come back and stay all night." I said this in as cheerful and as careless a manner as possi- ble, so as not to arouse their suspicions in any way, or lead them to think that I was aware of their true character. I hated to part with my gun, but my suggestion of leaving it was a part of the plan of escape which I had arranged. If they have the gun, thought I, they would surely believe that I intended to come back. But this little game did not work at all, as one of the desperadoes spoke up and said : "Jim and I will go down with you after your horse, and you can leave your gun here all the same, as you'll not need it." " All right," I replied, for I could certainly have said nothing else. It became evident to me that it would be bet- ter to trust myself with two men than with the whole party. It was apparent that from this time on, I would have to be on the alert for some good opportunity to give them the slip. " Come along," said one of them, and together we went down the creek, and soon came to the spot where my horse was tied. One of the men unhitched the animal and said : I'll lead the horse." " Yery well," said I, "I've got a couple of sage-hens here. Lead on." I picked up the sage-hens, which I had killed a few hours before, and followed the man who was leading the horse, 116 LIFE OF BUFFALO BILL. while his companion brought up the rear. The nearer we approached the dug-out the more I dreaded the idea of going back among the villainous cut-throats. My first plan of escape having failed, I now determined upon another. I had both of my revolvers with me, the thieves not hav- ing thought it necessary to search me. It was now quite dark, and I purposely dropped one of the sage-hens, and MY ESCAPE FROM THK HOKSK THIKVKS. asked the man behind me to pick it up. While he was hunt- ing for it on the ground, I quickly pulled out one of my Colt's revolvers and struck him a tremendous blow on the back of the head, knocking him senseless to the ground. I then instantly wheeled around, and saw that the man ahead who was only a few feet distant, had heard the blow and had turned to see what w r as the matter, his hand upon his revol- ver. We faced each other at about the same instant, but ESCAPING FROM THE THIEVES. H7 before he could fire, as he tried to do, I shot him dead in his tracks. Then jumping on my horse, I rode down the creek as fast as possible, through the darkness and over the rough ground and rocks. The other outlaws in the dug-out, having heard the shot which I had fired, knew there was trouble, and they all came rushing down the creek. I suppose, by the time they reached the man whom I had knocked down, that he had recovered and hurriedly told them of what had happened. They did not stay with the man whom I had shot, but came on in hot pur- suit of me. They were not mounted, and were making bet- ter time down the rough canon than I was on horseback. From time to time I heard them gradually gaining on me. At last they had come so near that I saw that I must aban- don my horse. So I jumped to the ground, and gave him a hard slap with the butt of one of my revolvers, which started him on down the valley, while I scrambled up the mountain side. I had not ascended more than forty feet when I heard my pursuers coming closer and closer; I quickly hid behind a large pine tree, and in a few moments they all rushed by me, being led on by the rattling footsteps of my horse, which they heard ahead of them. Soon I heard them firing at random at the horse, as they no doubt supposed I was still seated on his back. As soon as they had passed me I climbed further up the steep mountain, and knowing that I had given them the slip, and feeling certain that I could keep out of their way, I at once struck out for Horseshoe station, which was twenty-five miles distant. I had hard traveling at first, but upon reaching lower and better ground, I made good headway, walking all night and getting into the station just before daylight, foot-sore, weary, and generally played out. I immediately waked up the men of the station and told them of my adventure. Slade himself happened to be there, and he at once organized a party to go out and hunt up the horse-thieves. Shortly after daylight twenty well-armed 118 LIFE OF BUFFALO BILL. stage-drivers, stock-tenders and ranchmen were galloping in the direction of the dug-out. Of course I went along with the party, notwithstanding I was very tired and had had hardly any rest at all. We had a brisk ride, and arrived* in the immediate vicinity of the thieve's rendezvous at about ten o'clock in the morning. We approached the dug-out cau- tiously, but upon getting in close proximity to it we could discover no horses in sight. We could see the door of the dug-out standing wide open, arid we then marched up to the place. No one was inside, and the general appearance of everything indicated that the place had been deserted that the birds had flown. Such, indeed, proved to be the case. We found a new-made grave, where they had evidently buried the man whom I had shot. We made a thorough search of the whole vicinity, and finally found their trail going southeast in the direction of Denver. As it would have been useless to follow them, we rode back to the station ; and thus ended my eventful bear-hunt. We had no more trouble for some time from horse-thieves after that. During the winter of 1860 and the spring of 1861 I re- mained at Horseshoe, occasionally riding pony express and taking care of stock. CHAPTER IX. FAST DK1V1NG-. IT was in the spring of 1861, while I was at Horseshoe, that the eastern-bound coach came in one day loaded down with passengers and baggage, and stopped for dinner; Horseshoe being a regular dinner station as well as a home station. The passengers consisted of six Englishmen, and they had been continually grumbling about the slow time that was being made by the stages, saying that the farther they got East the slower they went. " These blarsted 'eathens don't know hanything habout staging, hany-'ow," remarked one of them. "Blarst me bloody heyes ! they cawn't stage in this coun- try as we do in Hin gland, you know," said another. Their remarks were overheard by Bob Scott, who was to drive the coach from Horseshoe to Fort Laramie, and he determined to give them satisfaction before they got over his route. Scott was known to be the best reinsman and the most expert driver on the whole line of the road. He was a very gentlemanly fellow in his general appearance and con- duct, but at times he would become a reckless dare-devil, and would take more desperate chances than any other driver. He delighted in driving wild teams on the darkest nights, over a mountain road, and had thus become the hero of many a thrilling adventure. It happened on this day he was to drive a team of six 119 120 LIFE OF BUFFALO BILL. pony express horses, which had been only partially broken in as a stage team. As the stock-tenders were hitching them up, Bob, who was standing by, said, " I'll show them Eng- lishmen that we ' blarsted heathens ' do know something about staging in this country." We all knew from Bob's looks that something was up. It required several men to hitch up this frisky team, as a man had to hold on to each one of the horses by the bits, while they were stringing them out. The Englishmen came out from dinner, and were delighted to see the horses pranc- ing and pawing as if anxious to start. "Ha! my deah fellah, now we will 'ave a fine ride this hafternoon," said one of them. " By Jove ! those are the kind of 'orses they bought to 'ave on hall the teams," remarked another. " Are you the lad who is going to drive to-day ? " asked another of Bob. "Yes, gentlemen," answered Bob, "Til show you how we stage it in this country." Bob mounted the box, gathered the lines, and pulling the horses strongly by the bits, he sang out to the English- men, "All aboard!" Bob's companion on the box was Capt. Cricket; a little fellow who was the messenger of the coach. After everybody was seated, Bob told the stock- tenders to " turn 'em loose." We, who were standing around to see the stage start out, expected it would go off at a lively rate. We were consid- erably surprised, therefore, when, after the horses had made a few lively jumps, Bob put on the big California brakes and brought them down to a walk. The road, for a distance of four miles, gradually rose to the top of a hill, and all the way up this ascent, Bob held the impatient team in check. " Blarst your heyes, driver, why don't you let them go?" exclaimed one of the passengers, who had all along been ex- pecting a very brisk ride. Every once in a while they would ask him some such question, but he paid no attention BOB SCOTT'S FAMOUS COACH RIDE. BOB SCOTT'S DRIVE. 123 to them. At last he reached the top of the hill, and then he suddenly flung three of the lines on the left side of the team, and the other three on the right side. He then began "playing the silk to them," that is to say, he began to lash them unmercifully. The team started off like a streak of lightning, so to speak, without a single rein being held by the driver. Bob cried out to the Englishmen, saying, " Hold on, gentlemen, and I'll give you a lively ride, and show you how to stage it in the Rocky Mountains." His next movement was to pull the lamps out of the sock- ets and throw them at the leaders. The glass broke upon their backs and nearly set them wild, but being so accus- tomed to running the road, they never once left the track, and went flying on down the grade towards the next station, eight miles distant, the coach bouncing over the loose stones and small obstacles, and surging from side to side, as an egg- shell would in the rapids of Niagara. Not satisfied with the break-neck rate at which they were traveling, Bob pulled out his revolver and fired in rapid succession, at the same time yelling in a demoniacal manner. By this time the Englishmen had become thoroughly frightened, as they saw the lines flying wildly in every direc- tion and the team running away. They did not know whether to jump out or remain in the coach. Bob would occasionally look down from his seat, and, seeing their fright- ened faces, would ask, "Well, how do you like staging in this country now 2 " The Englishmen stuck to the coach, probably thinking it would be better to do so than to take the chances of breaking their necks by jumping. As the flying team was nearing the station, the stock tender saw that they were running away and that the driver had no control over them whatever. Being aware that the pony express horses were accustomed to running right into the stable on arriving at the station, he threw open the large folding doors, which would just allow the passage of the team and coach into the stable. The horses, sure enough, 124 LIFE OF BUFFALO BILL. made for the open doorway. Capt. Cricket, the messenger, and Scott got down in the boot of the coach to save them- selves from colliding with the top of the stable door. The coach would probably have passed through into the stable without any serious damage had it not been for the bar or threshold that was stretched across the ground to fasten the doors to. This bar was a small log, and the front wheels struck it with such force that the coach was thrown up high enough to strike the upper portion of the door-frame. The top of the coach was completely torn off, and one of the passenger's arms was broken. This was the only serious injury that was done ; though it was a matter of surprise to all, that any of the travelers escaped. The coach was backed out, when the running gear was found to be as good as ever. The top was soon patched up, a change of team was made, and .Bob Scott, mounting the box as if nothing had happened, took the reins in hand, and shouted, "All aboard!" The Englishmen, however, had had enough of Bob Scott, and not one of the party was willing to risk his life with him again. They said that he was drunk, or crazy or both, and that they would report him and have him discharged for what he had already done. Bob waited a few minutes to give them an opportunity to take their seats in the coach, but they told him most emphat- ically that he could drive on without them, as they intended to wait there for the next stage. Their traps were taken off, and Bob drove away without a single passenger. He made his usual time into Fort Laramie, which was the end of his run. The Englishmen came through on the next day's coach, and proceeded on to Atchison, where they reported Bob to the superintendent of the line, who, however, paid little or no attention to the matter, as Bob remained on the road. Such is the story of the liveliest and most reckless piece of stage-driving that ever occurred on the Overland stage road. CHAPTER X. QUESTIONABLE PROCEEDINGS. HAYING been away from home nearly a year, and hav- ing occasionally heard of my mother's poor health, I determined to make her a visit ; so procuring a pass over the road, I went to Leavenworth, arriving there about June 1st, 1861, going from there home. The civil war had broken out, and excitement ran high in that part of the country. My mother, of course, was a strong Union woman, and had such great confidence in the government that she believed the war would not last over six months. Leavenworth at that time was quite an important outfit- ting post for the West and Southwest, and the fort there was garrisoned by a large number of troops. While in the city one day I met several of the old, as well as the young men, who had been members of the Free State party all through the Kansas troubles, and who had, like our family, lost everything at the hands of the Missourians. They now thought a good opportunity offered to retaliate and get even with their persecutors, as they were all considered to be secessionists. That they were all secessionists, however, was not true, as all of them did not sympathize with the South. But the Free State men, myself among them, took it for granted that as Missouri was a slave state the inhabitants must all be secessionists, and therefore our enemies. A man by the name of Chandler proposed that we organize an inde- 125 126 LIFE OF BUFFALO BILL. pendent company for the purpose of invading Missouri and making war on its people on our own responsibility. He at once went about it in a very quiet way, and succeeded in inducing twenty-five men to join him in the hazardous, enterprise. Having a longing and revengeful desire to retal- iate upon the Missourians for the brutal manner in which they had treated and robbed my family, I became a mem- ber of Chandler's company. His plan was that we should leave our homes in parties of not more than two or three together, and meet at a cer- tain point near Westport, Missouri, on a fixed day. His instructions were carried out to the letter, and we met at Ithe rendezvous at the appoint- ed time. Chandler had been there some days before us, a n d, thoroughly disguised, had been, looking around the country for the whereabouts I . f all the best horses. He di- rected us to secretly visit cer. NEARLY EVERY MAN HAI> TWO HOUSES, tain farms and collect all the horses possible, and bring them together the next night. This we did, and upon reassembling it was found that nearly JAY-HAWKING. 127 every man had two horses. We immediately struck out for the Kansas line, which we crossed at an Indian ferry on the Kansas river, above Wyandotte, and as soon as we had set foot upon Kansas soil we separated with the understanding that we were to meet one week from that day at Leaven- worth. Some of the parties boldly took their confiscated horses- into Leavenworth, while others rode them to their homes* This action may look to the reader like horse-stealing, and some people might not hesitate to call it by that name ; but Chandler plausibly maintained that we were only getting back our own, or the equivalent, from the Missourians, and as the government was waging war against the South, it was- perfectly square and honest, and we had a good right to do it. So we didn't let our consciences trouble us very much. We continued to make similar raids upon the Missourian& off and on during the summer, and occasionally we had run- ning fights with them ; none of the skirmishes, however, amounting to much. The government officials hearing of our operations, put detectives upon our track, and several of the party were arrested. My mother, upon learning that I was engaged in this business, told me it was neither honorable nor right, and sho would not for a moment countenance any such proceed- ings. Consequently I abandoned the jay-hawking enter- prise, for such it really was. About this time the government bought from Jones and Cart wright several ox-trains, which were sent to Holla, Mis- souri, all being put in charge of my old and gallant friend, Wild Bill, who had just become the hero of the day, on account of a terrible- fight which he had had with a gang of desperadoes and outlaws, who infested the border under the leadership of the then notorious Jake McCandless. In this fight he had killed McCandless and three of his men. The aifair occurred while Wild Bill was riding the pony express in western Kansas. 128 LIFE OF BUFFALO BILL. The custom with the express riders, when within half a mile of a station, was either to *begin shouting or blowing a horn in order to notify the stock tender of his approach, and to have a fresh horse already saddled for him on his arrival, so that he could go right on without a moment's delay. One day, as Wild Bill neared Rock Creek station, where he was to change horses, he began shouting as usual at the proper distance ; but the stock-tender, who had been married only a short time and had his wife living with him at the station, did not make his accustomed appearance. Wild Bill galloped up and instead of finding the stock-tender ready for him with a fresh horse, he discovered him lying across the stable door with the blood oozing from a bullet-hole in his head. The man was dead, and it was evident that he had been killed only a few moments before. In a second Wild Bill jumped from his horse, and looking in the direction of the house he saw a man coming towards him. The approaching man fired on him at once, but missed his aim. Quick as lightning Wild Bill pulled his revolver and returned the fire. The stranger fell dead, shot through the brain. " Bill, Blill ! Help ! Help ! save me ! " Such was the cry, that Bill now heard. It was the shrill and pitiful voice of the dead stock-tender's wife, and it came from a window of the house. She had heard the exchange of shots, and knew that Wild Bill had arrived. He dashed over the dead body of the villain whom he had killed, and .just as he sprang into the door of the house, he saw two powerful men assaulting the woman. One of the desperadoes was in the act of striking her with the butt end of a revolver, and while his arm was still raised, Bill sent a ball crashing through his skull, killing him instantly. Two other men now came rushing from an adjoining room, and Bill, seeing that the odds were three to one against him, jumped into a corner, and then firing, he killed another of the villains. Before he could shoot again the remaining two WILD BILL AND THE OUTLAWS. WILD BILL'S FIGHT WITH DESPERADOES. 131 men closed in upon him, one of whom had drawn a large bowie knife. Bill wrenched the knife from his grasp and drove it through the heart of the outlaw. The fifth and last man now grabbed Bill by the throat, and held him at arm's length, but it was only for a moment, as Bill raised his own powerful right arm and struck his antagonist's left arm such a terrible blow that he broke it. The disabled desperado, seeing that he was no lunger a match for Bill, jumped through the door, and mounting a horse he succeeded in making his escape being the sole sur- vivor of the Jake McCandless gang. Wild Bill remained at the station with the terrified woman until the stage came along, and he then consigned her to the care of the driver. Mounting his horse he at once galloped off, and soon disappeared in the distance, making up for lost time. This was the exploit that was on everybody's tongue and in every newspaper. It was one of the most remarkable and desperate hand to hand encounters that has ever taken place on the border. I happened to meet Wild Bill at Leavenworth as he was about to depart for Holla ; he wished me to take charge of the government trains as a sort of assistant under him, and I gladly accepted the offer. Arriving at Rolla, we loaded the trains with freight and took them to Springfield, Missouri. On our return to Rolla we heard a great deal of talk about the approaching fall races at St. Louis, and Wild Bill having brought a fast running horse from the mountains, deter- mined to take him to that city and match him against some of the high-flyers there; and down to St. Louis we went with this running horse, placing our hopes very high on him. Wild Bill had no difficulty in making up a race for him. All the money that he and I had we put up on the mountain runner, and as we thought we had a sure thing, we also bet the horse against $250. T rode the horse myself, but never- 132 LIFE OF BUFFALO BILL. theless, our sure thing, like many another sure thing, proved a total failure, and we came out of that race minus the horse and every dollar we had in the world. Before the race it had been " make or break " with us, and we got " broke." We were " busted " in the largest city we had ever been in, and it is no exaggeration to say that we felt mighty blue. On the morning after the race we went to the military headquarters, where Bill succeeded in securing an engage- ment for himself as a government scout, but I being so young failed in obtaining similar employment. Wild Bill,, however, raised some money, by borrowing it from a friend, and then buying me a steamboat ticket he sent me back to Leavenworth, while he went to Springfield, which place he made his headquarters while scouting in southeastern Missouri. One night, after he had returned from a scouting expedi- tion, he took a hand in a game of poker, and in the course of the game he became involved in a quarrel with Dave Tutt, a professional gambler, about a watch which he had won from Tutt, who would not give it up. Bill told him he had won it fairly, and that he proposed to have it ; furthermore, he declared his intention of carrying the watch across the street next morning to military head- quarters, at which place he had to report at nine o'clock. Tutt replied that he would himself carry the watch across the street at nine o'clock, and no other man would do it. Bill then said to Tutt that if he attempted anything of the kind, he would kill him. A challenge to a duel had virtually been given and accept- ed, and everybody knew that the two men meant business. At nine o'clock the next morning, Tutt started to cross the street. Wild Bill, who was standing on the opposite side, told him to stop. At that moment Tutt, who was carrying his revolver in his hand, fired at Bill but missed him. Bill quickly pulled out his revolver and returned the fire, WILD BILL'S DUEL. 133 hitting Tutt squarely in the forehead and killing him instantly. Quite a number of Tutt's friends were standing in the vicinity, having assembled to witness the duel, and Bill, as soon as Tutt fell to the ground, turned to them and asked if any one of them wanted to take it up for Tutt; if so, he would accommodate any of them then and there. But none of them cared to stand in front of Wild Bill to be shot at by him. Nothing of course was ever done to Bill for the killing of Tutt. CHAPTER XL A SOLDIER. IN the fall of 1861 I made a trip to Fort Lamed, Kansas, carrying military dispatches, and in the winter I ac- companied George Long through the country, and assisted him in buying horses for the government. The 'next spring, 1862, an expedition against the Indians was organized, consisting of a volunteer regiment, the Ninth Kansas, under Colonel Clark. This expedition, which I had joined in the capacity of guide and scout, proceeded to the Kiowa and Comanche country, on the Arkansas river, along which stream we scouted all summer between Fort Lyon and Fort Lamed, on the old Santa Fe trail. We had several engagements with the Indians, but they were of no great importance. In the winter of 1862, I became one of the " Red Legged Scouts," a company of scouts commanded by Captain Tuff. Among its members were some of the most noted Kansas Hangers, such as Red Clark, the St. Clair brothers, Jack Harvey, an old pony express-rider named Johnny Fry, and many other well known frontiersmen. Our field of opera- tions was confined mostly to .the Arkansas country and south- western Missouri. We had many a lively skirmish with the bushwhackers and Younger brothers, and when we were not hunting them, we were generally employed in carrying dis- patches between Forts Dodge, Gibson, Leaven worth, and 134 I ENLIST IN THE ARMY. 135 other posts. Whenever we were in Leavenworth we had a very festive time. We usually attended all the balls in full force, and u ran things" to suit ourselves. Thus 1 passed the winter of 1862 and the spring of 1863. Subsequently I engaged to conduct a small train to Den- ver for some merchants, and on reaching that place in Sep- tember, I received a letter stating that my mother was not expected to live. I hastened home, and found her danger- ously ill. She grew gradually worse, and at la.-t, on the 22d of November, 1863, she died. Thus passed away a lov- ing and affectionate mother and a noble, brave, good and loyal woman. That I loved her above all other persons, no one who has read these reminiscences can for a moment doubt. Previous to this said event my sister Julia had been mar- ried to a gentleman named J. A. Goodman, and they now came to reside at our house and take charge of the children, as my mother had desired that they should not be separated. Mr. Goodman became the guardian of the minor children. I soon left the home now rendered gloomy by the absence of her whom I had so tenderly loved, and going to Leaven- worth I entered upon a dissolute and reckless life to my shame be it said and associated with gamblers, drunkards, and bad characters generally. I continued my dissipation about two months, and was becoming a very " hard case." About this time the Seventh Kansas regiment, known as "Jennison's Jay -hawkers," returned from the war, and re- enlisted and re-organized as veterans. Among them I met quite a number of my old comrades and neighbors, who tried to induce me to enlist and go south with them. I had no idea of doing any thing of the kind; but one day, after having been under the influence of bad whisky, I awoke to find myself a soldier in the Seventh Kansas. I did not remember how or when I had enlisted, but I saw I was in for it, a$d that it would not do for me to endeavor to back out. In the spring of 1864: the regiment was ordered to Ten 136 LIFE OF BUFFALO BILL. nessee, and we got into Memphis just about the time that General Sturgis was so badly whipped by General Forrest. General A- J- Smith re-organized the army to operate against Forrest, and after marching to Tupalo, Mississippi, we had an engagement with him and defeated him. This kind of fighting was all new to me, being entirely different from any in which I had ever before engaged. I soon became a non-commissioned officer, and was put on detached service as a scout. After skirmishing around the country with the rest of the army for some little time, our regiment returned to Memphis, but was immediately ordered to Cape Girardeau, in Missouri, as a confederate force under General Price was then raiding that state. The command of which my regiment was a part hurried to the front to intercept Price, and our first fight with him occurred at Pilot Knob. From that time for nearly six weeks we fought or skirmished every day. I was still acting as a scout, when one day I rode ahead of the command, some considerable distance, to pick up all possible information concerning Price's movements. I was dressed in gray clothes, or Missouri jeans, and on riding up to a farm-house and entering, I saw a man, also dressed in gray costume, sitting at a table eating bread and milk. He looked up as I entered, and startled me by saying : "You little rascal, what are you doing in those 'secesh' clothes?" Judge of my surprise when I recognized in the stranger my old friend and partner, Wild Bill, disguised as a Confederate officer. " I ask you the same question, sir," said I without the least hesitation. "Hush! sit down and have some bread and milk, and we'll talk it all over afterwards," said he. I accepted the invitation and partook of the refreshments. Wild Bill paid the woman of the house, and we went out to the gate where my horse was standing. " Billy, my boy," said he, " I am mighty glad to see you. OUT AS A SPY. 137 I haven't seen or heard of you since we got busted on that St. Louis' horse-race." " What are you doing out here ? " I asked. "I am a scout under General McNiel. For the last few days I have been with General Marmaduke's division of Price's army, in disguise as a southern officer from Texas, as you see me now," said he. "That's exactly the kind of business that I am out on to- day," said I ; " and I want to get some information concern- ing Price's movements." " I'll give you all that I have ;" and he then went on and told me all that he knew regarding Price's intentions, and the number and condition of his men. lie then asked about my mother, and when he learned that she was dead he was greatly surprised and grieved ; he thought a great deal of her, for she had treated him almost as one of her own children. He finally took out a package, which he had con- cealed about his person, and handing it to me he said : " Here are some letters which I want you to give to Gen- eral McNiel." "All right," said I as I took them, "but where will I meet you again ? " " Never mind that," he replied ; " I am getting so much valuable information that I propose to stay a little while longer in this disguise." Thereupon we shook hands and parted. It is not necessary to say much concerning Price's raid in general, as that event is a matter of recorded history. I am only relating the incidents in which I was personally inter- ested either as one of the actors or as an observer. Another interesting and I may say exciting episode hap- pened to me a day or two after my unexpected meeting with Wild Bill. I was riding with the advance guard of our army, and wishing a drink of water, I stopped at a farm- house. There were no men about the premises, and no one excepting a very fine and intellectual looking lady and her 138 LIFE OF BUFFALO BILL. two daughters. They seemed to be almost frightened to death at seeing me a "yank" appear before them. I quieted their fears somewhat, and the mother then asked me how far back the army was. When 1 told her it would be along shortly, she expressed her fears that they would take everything on the premises. They set me out a lunch and treated me rather kindly, so that I really began to sympathize with them ; for I knew that the soldiers would ransack their liouse and confiscate everything they could lay their hands- on. At last' I resolved to do what I could to protect them. After the generals and the staff officers had passed by, I took it upon myself to be a sentry over the house. When the command came along some of the men rushed up with the intention of entering the place and carrying oft' all the desirable plunder possible, and then tearing and breaking everything to pieces, as they usually did along the line of march. " Halt ! " I shouted ; " I have been placed here by the commanding officer as a guard over this house, and no man must enter it." This stopped the first squad ; and seeing that my plan was a success, I remained at my post during the passage of the entire command and kept out all intruders. It seemed as if the ladies could not thank me sufficiently for the protection I had afforded them. They were per- fectly aware of the fact that I had acted without orders and entirely on my own responsibility, and therefore they felt the more grateful. They urgently invited me to remain a little while longer and partake of an excellent dinner which they said they were preparing for me. I was pretty hungry about that time, as our rations had been rather slim of late, and a good dinner was a temptation I could not withstand, especially as it was to be served up by such elegant ladies. While I was eating the meal, I was most agreeably enter- tained by the young ladies, and before I had finished it the last of the rear-guard must have been at least two miles from the house. A FORTUNATE ESCAPE. 139 Suddenly three men entered the room, and I looked up and saw three double-barreled shot-guns leveled straight at me. Before I could speak, however, the mother and her daughters sprang between the men and me. " Father ! Boys ! Lower your guns ! You must not shoot this man," and similar exclamations, were the cry of all three. The guns were lowered, and then the men, who were the father and brothers of the young ladies, were informed of what I had done for them. It appeared that they had been concealed in the woods near by while the army was passing,, and on coining into the house and finding a Yankee there,, they determined to shoot him. Upon learning the facts, the old man extended his hand to me, saying : "I would not harm a hair of your head for the world ; but it is best that you stay here no longer, as your command is some distance from here now, and you might be cut off by bushwhackers before reaching it." Bidding them all good-bye, and with many thanks from the mother and daughters, I mounted my horse and soon overtook the column, happy in the thought that I had done a good deed, and with no regrets that I had saved from pil- lage and destruction the home and property of a confederate and his family. Our command kept crowding against Price and his army until they were pushed into the vicinity of Kansas City y where their further advance was checked by United States- troops from Kansas; and then was begun their memorable and extraordinary retreat back into Kansas. While both armies were drawn up in skirmish line near Fort Scott, Kansas, two men on horseback were seen rap- idly leaving the Confederate lines, and suddenly they made a dash towards us. Instantly quick volleys were discharged from the Confederates, who also began a pursuit, and some five hundred shots were fired at the flying men. It was evi- dent that they were trying to reach our lines, but when 140 LIFE OF BUFFALO BILL. within about a quarter of a mile of us, one of them fell from his horse to rise no more. He had been fatally shot. His companion galloped on unhurt, and seven companies of our regiment charged out and met him, and checked his pursuers. The fugitive was dressed in Confederate uni- form, and as he rode into our lines I recognized him as Wild Bill, the Union scout. He immediately sought Gen- erals Pleasanton and McNiel, with whom he held a consult- ation. He told them that although Price made a bold show- ing on the front, by bringing all his men into view, yet he was really a great deal weaker than the appearance of his lines would indicate ; and that he was then trying to cross a difficult stream four miles from Fort Scott. It was late in the afternoon, but General Pleasanton im- mediately ordered an advance, and we charged in full force upon the rear of Price's army, and drove it before us for two hours. If Wild Bill could have made his successful dash into our lines earlier in the day, the attack would have been made sooner, and greater results might have been expected. The Confederates had suspected him of being a spy for two or three days, and had watched him too closely to allow an opportunity to get away from them sooner. His unfortu- nate companion who had been shot, was a scout from Springfield, Missouri, whose name I. cannot now remember. From this time on, Wild Bill and myself continued to scout together until Price's army was driven south of the Arkansas River and the pursuit abandoned. We then re- turned to Springfield, Missouri, for a rest and for supplies, and Wild Bill and myself spent two weeks there in " having a jolly good time," as some people would express it. CHAPTER XII. A WEDDING. IT was during the winter of 1864-65, while I was on de- tached service at military headquarters, at St. Louis, that I became acquainted with a young lady named Louisa Fred- erici, whom I greatly admired and in whose charming society I spent many a pleasant hour. The war closing in 1865, I was discharged, and after a brief visit at Leavenworth I returned to St. Louis, having made up my mind to capture the heart of Miss Frederici, whom I now adored above any other young lady I had ever seen. Her lovely face, her gentle disposition and her grace- ful manners won my admiration and love ; and I was not slow in declaring my sentiments to her. The result was that I obtained her consent to marry me in the near future, and when I bade her good-bye I considered myself one of the happiest of men. Meantime I drove a string of horses from Leavenworth to Fort Kearney, where I met my old friend Bill Trotter, who was then division stage agent. He employed me at once to drive stage between Kearney and Plum Creek, the road run- ning near the spot where I had my first Indian fight with the McCarthy brothers, and where I killed my first Indian, nearly nine years before. I drove stage over this route until February, 1866, and while bounding over the cold, dreary '141 142 LIFE OF BUFFALO BILL. road day after day, my thoughts turned continually towards my promised bride, until I at last determined to abandon staging forever, and marry and settle down. Immediately after coming to this conclusion, I went to St. Louis, where I was most cordially received by my sweetheart ; it was arranged between us that our wedding should take place on the 6th day of March, following. At last the day arrived, and the wedding ceremony was performed at the residence of the bride's parents, in the pre- sence of a large number of invited friends, whose hearty congratulations we received. I was certainly to be congrat- ulated, for I had become possessed of a lovely and noble woman, and as I gazed upon her as she stood beside me arrayed in her wedding costume, I indeed felt proud of her; and from that time to this 1 have always thought that I made a most fortunate choice for a life partner. An hour after the ceremony we my bride and myself were on board of a Missouri river steamboat, bound for our new home in Kansas. My wife's parents had accompanied us to the boat, and had bidden us a fond farewell and a God- speed on our journey. During the trip up the river several very amusing, yet awk- ward incidents occurred, some of which I cannot resist relat- ing. There happened to be on board the boat an excursion party from Lexington, Missouri, and those comprising it seemed to shun me, for some reason which I could not then account for. They would point at me, and quietly talk among themselves, and eye me very closely. Their actions seemed very strange to me. After the boat had proceeded some little distance, I made the acquaintance of several fami- lies from Indiana, who were en route to Kansas. A gentle- man, who seemed to be the leader of these colonists, said to me, " The people of this excursion party don't seem to have any great love for you." " What does it mean ? " I asked ; " What are they saying? It's all a mystery to me." INCIDENTS OF A BRIDAL TOUR. 143 " They say that you are one of the Kansas jay-hawkers, and ono of Jennison's house burners," replied the gentleman. " I am from Kansas that's true; and was a soldier and a scout in the Union army," said I ; "and I was in Kansas during the border ruffian war of 1856. Perhaps these peo- ple know who I am, and that explains their hard looks." I had a lengthy conversation with this gentleman for such he seemed to be and entertained him with several chapters of the history of the early Kansas troubles, and told him the experiences of my own family. In the evening the Lexington folks got up a dance, but neither the Indiana people, my wife or myself were invited to join them. My new-found friend thereupon came to me and said : "Mr. Cody, let us have a dance of our own." "Very well," was my reply. " We have some musicians along with us, so we can have plenty of music," remarked the gentleman. " Good enough ! " said I, " and I will hire the negro bar- ber to play the violin for us. He is a good fiddler, as I heard him playing only a little while ago." The result was that we soon organized a good string band and had a splen- did dance, keeping it up as long as the Lexington party did theirs. The second day out from St. Louis, the boat stopped to wood up, at a wild-looking landing. Suddenly twenty horse- men were seen galloping up through the timber, and as they came nearer the boat they fired on the negro deck- hands, against whom they seemed to have a special grudge, and who were engaged in throwing wood on board. The negroes all quickly jumped on the boat and pulled in the gang-plank, and the captain had only just time to get the steamer out into the stream before the bushwhackers for such they proved to be appeared on the bank. " "Where is the black abolition jay -hawker ? " shouted the leader. " Show him to us, and we'll shoot him," yelled another. 144 LIFE OF BUFFALO BILL. But as the boat had got well out in the river by this time, they could not board us, and the captain ordering a full head of steam, pulled out and left them. I afterwards ascertained that some of the Missourians, who were with the excursion party, were bushwhackers them- selves, and had telegraphed to their friends from some pre- vious landing that I was on board, telling them to come to- the landing which we had just left, and take me off. Had the villains captured me they would have undoubtedly put an end to my career, and the public would never have had the pleasure of being bored by this autobiography. I noticed that my wife felt grieved over the manner in which these people had treated me. Just married, she was going into a new country, and seeing how her hueband wa& regarded, how he had been shunned, and how his life had been threatened, I was afraid she might come to the conclusion too soon that she had wedded a " hard customer." So when the boat landed at Kansas City I telegraphed to some of my friends in Leavenworth that I would arrive there in the even- ing. My object was to have my acquaintances give me a re- ception, so that my wife could see that I really did have some friends, and was not so bad a man as the bushwhackers tried to make out. Just as I expected, when the boat reached Leavenworth, I found a general round-up of friends at the landing to receive us. There were about sixty gentlemen and ladies. They had a band of music with them, and we were given a fine serenade. Taking carriages, we all drove to South Leaven- worth to the home of my sister Eliza, who had married George Myers, and there we were given a very handsome reception. All this cheered up my wife, who concluded that I was not a desperado after all. Having promised my wife that I would abandon the plains, I rented a hotel in Salt Creek Yalley the same house by the way, which my mother had formerly kept, but which was then owned by Dr. J. J. Crook, late surgeon of the 7th KEEPING A HOTEL. 145 Kansas. This hotel I called the Golden Eule House, and I kept it until the next September. People generally said I made a good landlord, and knew how to run a hotel a busi- ness qualification which, it is said, is possessed by compara- tively few men. But it proved too tame employment for me, and again I sighed for the freedom of the plains. Be- lieving that I could make more money out West on the frontier than I could at Salt Creek Valley, I sold out the Golden Rule House, and started alone for Saline, Kansas,, which was then the end of the track of the Kansas Pacific railway, which was at that time being built across the plains. On my way I stopped at Junction City, where I again met my old friend Wild Bill, who was scouting for the govern- ment ; his headquarters being at Fort Ellsworth, afterwards- called Fort Harker. He told me that they needed more scouts at this post, and I accordingly accompanied him to> that fort, where Iliad no difficulty in obtaining employment. During the winter of 1866-67, I scouted between Fort Ellsworth and Fort Fletcher. In the spring of 186T I was- at Fort Fletcher, when General Custer came out to go on an Indian expedition with General Hancock. I remained at this post until it was drowned out by the heavy floods of Big Creek, on which it was located ; the water rose about the fortifications and rendered the place unfit for occupancy; so the government abandoned the fort, and moved the troops and supplies to a new post which had been named Fort Hays located further west, on the south fork of Big Creek. It was while scouting in the vicinity of Fort Hays that I had my first ride with the dashing and gallant Custer, who had come up to the post from Fort Ellsworth w r ith an escort of only ten men. He wanted a guide to pilot him to Fort Lamed, a distance of sixty-five miles across the country. I was ordered by the commanding officer to guide Gen- eral Custer to his desired destination, and I soon received word from the General that he would start out in the 146 LIFE OF BUFFALO BILL. morning with the intention of making the trip in one day. Early in the morning, after a good night's rest, I was on hand, mounted on my large mouse-colored mule an animal of great endurance and ready for the journey ; when the General saw me, he said : u Cody, I want to travel fast and go through as quickly as possible, and I don't think that mule of yours is fast enough to suit me." " General, never mind the mule," said I, " he'll get there as soon as your horses. That mule is a good one," as I knew that the animal was better than most horses. " Yery well ; go ahead, then," said he, though he looked as if he thought I would delay the party on the road. For the first fifteen miles, until we came to the Smoky Hill River, which we were to cross, I could hardly keep the mule in advance of the General, who rode a frisky, impa- tient and ambitious thoroughbred steed; in fact, the whole party was finely mounted. The General repeatedly told me that the mule was "no good," and that I ought, to have had a good horse. But after crossing the river and striking the sand-hills, I began letting my mule out a little, and putting the " persuaders " to him. He was soon out-traveling the horses, and by the time we had made about half the distance to Fort Earned, I occasionally had to wait for the General or some of his party, as their horses were beginning to show signs of fatigue. " General, how about this mule, anyhow ? " I asked, at last. " Cody, you have a better vehicle than I thought you had," was his reply. From that time on to Fort Lamed I had no trouble in keeping ahead of the party. We rode into the fort at four o'clock in the afternoon with about half the escort only, the rest having lagged far behind. General Custer thanked me for having brought him MY FIRST RIDE WITH CUSTER. 147 straight across the country without any trail, and said that if I were not engaged as post scout at Fort Hays he would like to have me accompany him as one of his scouts during the sum- mer; and he added that whenever I was out of employment, if I would come to him he would tind something for me to do. This was the begin- ning of my acquaintance with General Ouster, whom I always admired GENERAL CUSTER. as a man and as an officer. A few days after my return to Fort Hays, the Indians made a raid on the Kansas Pacific Railroad, killing five or six men and running off about one hundred horses and mules. The news was brought to the commanding officer, who immediately ordered Major Arms, of the Tenth Cav- alry which, by the way, was a negro regiment, with his company and one mountain howitzer, to go in pursuit of the red-skins, and I was sent along with the expedition as scout and guide. On the second day out we suddenly discovered, on the opposite side of the Saline River, about a mile dis- tant, a large body of Indians, who were charging down upon us. Major Arms, placing the cannon on a little knoll, lim- bered it up and left twenty men to guard it ; and then, with the rest of the command, he crossed the river to meet the Indians. Just as he had got the men over the stream, we heard a terrific yelling and shouting in our rear, and looking back to the knoll where the cannon had been stationed, we saw the negroes, who had been left there to guard the gun, flying towards us, being pursued by about one hundred Indians ; 9 148 LIFE OF BUFFALO BILL. while another large party of the latter were dancing around the captured cannon, as if they had got hold of an elephant and did not know what to do with it. Major Arms turned his command back and drove the Indians from the gun. The troops then dismounted and took position there. Quite a severe fight ensued, lasting about two hours. Five or six of the soldiers, as well aa Major Arms, were wounded, and several of the horses were shot. The Indians seemed to grow thicker and thicker, as if receiving reinforcements from some large party. The colored troops, who had been bragging all the way that if they could only see some Indians " dey would blow 'em off de farm," which was a favorite expression of theirs, were now singing a different tune. Every time the Indians would make a charge at us, the darkeys w r ould cry out : " Ileah dey cum ; " " Dey must be ten thousand ob 'em ; " "De whole country is alive wid 'em;" "Massa Bill, does you tink we is eber agoin' to get out o ? lieah ? " and many other similar expressions. Major Arms, who was wounded and lying under the cannon which, by the way, had become useless, called me up and asked if I thought there was any show of getting back to the fort. I replied that there was. Orders were accordingly given by Major Arms for a re- treat, the cannon being left behind. During the move- ment several of our men were killed, but as night came and dense darkness prevailed, we succeeded in making good headway, and got into Fort Hays just at daylight next morn- ing, in a very played-out condition. During our absence the cholera had broken out at the post, and five or six men were dying daily. It was difficult to tell which was the greater danger fighting Indians on the prairie, or facing the cholera in camp; but the former was decidedly the more inviting. CHAPTER XIII. A MILLIONAIRE. SOON after returning to Fort Hays, I was sent with dis- patches to Fort Marker. After delivering the messages, I visited the town of Ellsworth, about three miles west of Fort Harker, and there 1 met a man named William Rose, a contractor on the Kansas Pacific Railroad, who had a con- tract for grading near Fort Hays. He had had his stock stolen by the Indians, and had come to Ellsworth to buy more. During the course of our conversation. Mr. Rose inci- dentally remarked that he had some idea of laying out a town on the west side of Big Creek, about one mile from the fort, where the railroad was to cross. He asked my opinion of the contemplated enterprise, and I told him that I thought it was " a big thing." He then proposed taking me as a partner in the scheme, and suggested that after we got the town laid out and thrown open to the public, we should establish a store and saloon there. Thinking it would be a grand thing to be half-owner of a town, I at once accepted his proposition. We bought a stock of such articles as are usually found in a frontier store, and transported them to the place on Big Creek, where we were to found our town. We hired a railroad engineer to survey the site and stake it off into lots; and we gave the new town the ancient and historical name of Rome. To 149 150 LIFE OF BUFFALO BILL. a "starter," we donated lots to any one who would build on them, but reserved the corner lots and others which were best located for ourselves. These reserved lots we valued at fifty dollars each. Our modern Rome, like all mushroom towns. along the line of a new railroad, sprang up as if by magic, and in less than one month we had two hundred frame and log houses, three or four stores, several saloons, and one good hotel. Rome was looming up, and Rose and I already considered ourselves millionaires, and thought we "had the world by the tail." But one day a fine-looking gentleman, calling himself Dr. W. E. Webb, appeared in town, and dropping into our store introduced himself in a very pleasant way. "Gentlemen, you've got a very flourishing little town here. Wouldn't you like to have a partner in your enter- prise ? " " No, thank you," said I, " we have too good a thing here to whack up with anybody." My partner agreed wit^i me, but the conversation was continued, and at last the stranger said : " Gentlemen, I am the agent or prospector of the Kansas Pacific Railroad, and my business is to locate towns for the company along the line." "We think we have the only suitable town-site in this immediate locality," said Mr. Rose, "and as a town is already started, we have saved the company considerable expense." "You know as well as I do," said Dr. Webb, "'that the company expects to make money by setting lands and town lots ; and as you are not disposed to give the company a show, or share with me, I shall probably have to start another town near you. Competition is the life of trade, you know." "Start your town, if you want to. We've got the 4 bulge' on you, and can hold it." said I, somewhat provoked at his threat. But we acted too independently and too indiscreetly for DEPARTING RICHES. 151 our own good Dr. Webb, the very next day after his interview with u^, began hauling material to a spot about one mile east of us, where he staked out a new town, which he called Hays City. He took great pains to circulate i n our town the story that the railroad company would locate their round-houses and machine shops at Plays City, and that it was to be the town and a splendid business center. A ruinous stam- pede from our place was the result. People w li o had built in Rome came to the conclusion that they had built in the wrong place; they began pulling down their buildings and C5 moving them over to Hays City, and in less than three days our once flourishing city had dwindled down to the little store which Rose and I had built. 1 1 was on a bright summer morning that we sat on a pine box in front of our crib, moodily view- ing the demolition of the last building. Three days before, we had considered r:::: 152 LIFE OF BUFFALO BILL. ourselves millionaires ; on that morning we looked around and saw that we were reduced to the ragged edge of poverty. Our sanguine expectations of realizing immense fortunes were dashed to the ground, and we felt pretty blue. The new town of Hays had swallowed Rome entirely. Mr. Rose facetiously remarked that he felt like " the last rose of sum- mer," with all his lovely companions faded and gone, and he left blooming alone. I told him I was still there, staunch and true, but he replied that that didn't help the matter much. Thus ends the brief history of the " Rise, Decline and Fall " of Modern Rome. It having become evident to me that there was very little hope of Rome ever regaining its former splendor and pros- perity, I sent my wife and daughter Arta who had been born at Leavenworth in the latter part of December, 1866 to St. Louis on a visit. Tl^ey had been living with me for some little time in the rear part of our " store." At this time Mr. Rose and myself had a contract under Schumacher, Miller & Co., constructors of the Kansas Pacific, for grading five miles of track westward from Big Creek, and running through the site of Rome. Notwithstanding we had been deserted, we had some small hope that they would not be able to get water at the new town, and that the people would all soon move back to Rome, as we really had the best location. We determined, therefore, to go on with our grading contract, and wait for something better to turn up. It was indeed hard for us, who had been million- aires, to come down to the level of common railroad con- tractors but we had to do it, all the same. We visited the new town of Hays almost daily, to see how it was progressing, and in a short time we became much bet- ter .acquainted with Dr. Webb, who had reduced us from our late independent to our present dependent position. We found him a perfect gentleman a whole-souled, genial- hearted fellow, whom everybody liked and respected. Nearly every day, " Doc." and I would take a ride over the prairie together and hunt buffalo. DOC. AND I HAVE A RUN. 153 On one occasion, having ventured about ten miles from the town, we spied a band of Indians not over two miles distant, who were endeavoring to get between us and the town, and thus cut us off. I was mounted on my celebrated horse Brigham, the fleetest steed I ever owned. On several subsequent occasions he saved my life, and he was the horse that I rode when I killed sixty-nine buffaloes in one day. Dr. Webb was riding a beautiful thoroughbred bay, which he had brought with him from the East. Having such splendid horses, we laughed at the idea of a band of Indians overtaking us on a square run, no matter how well they might be mounted ; but not caring to be cut off by them, we ran our steeds about three miles towards home, thus getting between the braves and the town. The Indians were then about three-quarters of a mile distant, and we stopped and waved our hats at them, and fired some shots at long range. There were thirteen in the party, and as they were getting pretty close to us, we struck out for Hays. They came on in pursuit and sent' several scattering shots after us, but we easily left them behind. They finally turned and rode off towards the Saline River. The Doctor thought this glorious sport, and wanted to organize a party to go in pursuit of them, but I induced him to give up this idea, although he did so rather reluct- antly. The Doctor soon became quite an expert hunter, and before he had remained on the prairie a year there were but few men in the country who could kill more buffaloes on a hunt than he. Being aware that Rose and myself felt rather down- hearted over our deserted village, the Doctor one day said that, as he had made the proprietors of Rome " howl," he would give us two lots each in Hays, and did so. We finally came to the conclusion that our old town was dead beyond redemption or revival, and we thereupon devoted our un- divided attention to our railroad contract. One day we were pushed for horses to work on our scrapers so I 154 LIFE OF BUFFALO BILL. hitched up Brigham, to see how he would work. He was not much used to that kind of labor, and I was about giving up the idea of making a work-horse of him, when one of the men called to me that there were some buffaloes coming over the hill. As there had been no buffaloes seen any- where in the vicinity of the camp for several days, we had become rather short of meat. I immediately told one of our men to hitch his horses to a wagon and follow me, as I was going out after the herd, and we would bring back some fresh meat for supper. I had no saddle, as mine had been left at the camp a mile distant, so taking the harness from Brigham, I mounted him bareback and started out after the game, being armed with my celebrated buffalo- killer, " Lucretia Bor'gia," a newly-improved breech-loading needle gun, which I had obtained from the government. While I was riding toward the buffaloes I obseived five horsemen coming out from the fort, who had evidently seen the buffaloes from the post, and were going out for a chase. They proved to be some newly-arrived officers in that part of the country, and when they came up closer, I could see by the shoulder straps that the senior officer was a captain, while the others were lieutenants. " Hello ! may friend," sang out the captain, " I see you are after the same game we are." " Yes, sir; I saw those buffaloes coming over the hill, and as we were about out of fresh meat I thought I would go> and get some," said I. They scanned my cheap-looking outfit pretty closely, and as my horse was not very prepossessing in appearance, having on only a blind bridle, and otherwise looking like a work-horse they evidently considered me a green hand at hunting. " Do you expect to catch those buffaloes on that Gothic steed ?" laughingly asked the captain. U I hope so, by pushing on the reins hard enough," was my reply. " You'll never catch them in the world, my fine fellow," CAPT. GRAHAM'S BUFFALO HUNT. 155 said the captain. " It requires -a fast horse to overtake the animals on these prairies." " Does it ? " asked I as if I didn't know it. " Yes ; but come along with us as we are going to kill them more for pleasure than anything else. All we want are the tongues and a piece of tender loin, and you may have all that is left," said the generous man. " I am much obliged to you, Captain, and will follow you,"" I replied. There were eleven buffaloes in the herd and they were not more than a mile from us. The officers dashed ahead as if they had a sure thing on killing them all before I could come up with them ; but I had noticed that the herd was- making towards the creek for water, and as I knew buffalo- nature, I was perfectly aware that it would be difficult to turn them from their direct course. Thereupon, I started towards the creek to head them off, while the officers came up in the rear and gave chase. The buffaloes came rushing past me not a hundred yards- 'distant, with the officers about three hundred yards in the rear. Now, thought I, is the time to " get my work in," as- they say ; and I pulled the blind-bridle from my horse, who knew as well as I did that we were out for buffaloes as he was a trained hunter. The moment the bridle was off, he started at the top of his speed, running in ahead of the officers, and with a few jumps he brought me alongside of the rear buffalo. Raising old "Lucretia Borgia " to my shoulder, I fired, and killed the animal at the first shot. My horse then carried me alongside the next' one, not ten feet away, and I dropped him at the next fire. As soon as one buffalo would fall, Brigham would take me so close to the next, that I could almost touch it with my gun. In this manner I killed the eleven buffaloes with twelve shots ; and, as the last animal dropped, my horse stopped. I jumped to the ground, knowing that he would not leave me it must be remembered that I had been riding 156 LIFE OF BUFFALO BILL. him without bridle, reins or saddle- and turning round as the party of astonished officers rode up,I said to them : "Now, gentlemen, allow me to present to you all the tongues and tender-loins you wish from these buffaloes." TONGUES AND TENDER LOINS. Captain Graham, for such I soon learned was his name, replied : " Well, I never s*aw the like before. Who under the sun are you, anyhow ? " " My name is Cody," said I. One of the lieutenants, Thompson by name, who had met me at Fort Barker, then recognized me, and said : " Why, that is Bill Cody, our old scout." He then introduced me to the other officers, who were Captain Graham, of the Tenth Cavalry, and Lieutenants Reed, Emmick and Ezekiel. Captain Graham, who was considerable of a horseman, greatly admired Brigharn, and said : " That horse of yours has running points." BRIGHAM'S POINTS. 157 " Yes, sir ; he has not only got the points, he is a runner and knows how to use the points," said I. " So I noticed," said the captain. They all finally dismounted, and we continued chatting for some little time upon the different subjects of horses, buffaloes, Indians and hunting. They felt a little sore at not getting a single shot at the buffaloes, but the way I had kill- ed them had, they said, amply repaid them for their disap- pointment. They had read of such feats in books, but this was the first time they had ever seen anything of the kind with their own eyes. It was the first time, also, that they had ever witnessed or heard of a white man running buffa- loes on horseback without a saddle or a bridle. I told them that Brigham knew nearly as much about the business as I did, and if I had had twenty bridles they would have been of no use to me, as he understood every- thing, and all that he expected of me was to do the shooting. It is a fact, that Brigham would stop if a buffalo did not fall at the first fire, so as to give me a second chance, but if I did not kill the buffalo then, he would go on, as if to say, " You are no good, and I will not fool away time by giving you more than two shots." Brigham was the best horse I ever owned or saw for buffalo chasing. Our conversation was interrupted in a little while by the arrival of the wagon which I had ordered out ; I loaded the hind-quarters of the youngest buffaloes on it, and then cut out the tongues and tender loins, and presented them to the officers, after which I rode towards the fort with them, while the wagon returned to camp. Captain Graham told me that he expected to be stationed at Fort Hays during the summer, and would probably be sent out on a scouting expedition, and in case he was he would like to have me accompany him as scout and guide. I replied that notwithstanding I was very busy with rny railroad contract I would go with him if he was ordered out. I then left the officers and returned to our camp. 158 LIFE OF BUFFALO BILL. That very night the Indians unexpectedly made a raid on the horses, and ran off five or six of our very best work- teams, leaving us in a very crippled condition. At daylight I jumped on old Brigham and rode to Fort Hays, when I reported the affair to the commanding officer ; Captain Gra- ham and Lieutenant Emmick were at once ordered out with their company of one hundred colored troops, to pursue the Indians and recover our stock if possible. In an hour we were under way. The darkies had never been in an Indian fight and were anxious to catch the band we were after and " Sweep de red debels from off de face ob de earth." Cap- tain Graham was a brave, dashing officer, eager to make a record for himself, and it was with difficulty that I could trail fast enough to keep out of the way of the impatient soldiers. Every few moments Captain Graham would ride up to see if the trail was freshening and how soon we should be likely to overtake the thieves. At last we reached the Saline river, where we found the Indians had only stopped to feed and water the animals, and had then pushed on towards the Solomon. After crossing the Saline they made no effort to conceal their trail, thinking they would not be pursued beyond that point consequently we were able to make excellent time. We reached the Solo- man before sunset, and came to a halt ; we surmised that if the Indians were camped on this river, that they had no sus- picion of our being in the neighborhood. I advised Captain Graham to remain with the company where it was, while I went ahead on a scout to find the Indians, if they were in the vicinity. After riding some distance down the ravine that led to the river, I left my horse at the foot of a hill ; then, creeping to the top, I looked cautiously over the summit upon the Solomon, below. 1 at once discovered in plain view, not a mile away, a herd of horses grazing, our lost ones among them ; very shortly 1 made out the Indian camp, noted its lay, and how we could best approach it. Keporting to A WELL LAID PLAN. 159 Captain Graham, whose eyes fairly danced with delight at the prospect of surprising and whipping the redskins, we concluded to wait until the moon rose, then get into the tim- ber so as to approach the Indians as closely as possible with- out being discovered, and finally to make a sudden dash into their camp, and clean them out. We had everything " cut and dried," as we thought, but, alas ! just as we were near- ing the point where we were to take the open ground and THU INDIAN HORSE THIEVES. make our charge, one of the colored gentlemen became so excited that he fired off his gun. We immediately com- menced the charge, but the firing of the gun and the noise of our rush through the crackling timber alarmed the Indi- ans, who at once sprang to their horses and were away from us before we reached their late camp. Captain Graham called out " Follow me boys ! " which we did for awhile, but in the darkness the Indians made good their escape. The 160 LIFE OF BUFFALO BILL. bugle then gave the re-call, but some of the darkies did not get back until morning, having, in their fright, allowed their horses to run away with them withersoever it suited the animal's pleasure to go. We followed the trail the next day for awhile, but as it become evident that it w T onld be a long chase to overtake the enemy, and as we had rations only for the day, we com- menced the return. Captain Graham was bitterly disap- pointed in not being able to get the fight when it seemed so near at one time. He roundly cursed the " nigger." who fired the gun, and as a punishment for his carelessness, he was compelled to walk all the way back to Fort Hays. CHAPTER XIV. EARNING A TITLE. JT was about this time that the end of the Kansas Pacific track was in the heart of the buffalo country, and the company was employing about twelve hundred men in the construction of the road. As the Indians were very trouble- some, it was difficult to obtain fresh meat for the workmen, and the company therefore concluded to engage the services of hunters to kill buffaloes. Having heard of my experience and success as a buffalo hunter, Messrs. Goddard Brothers, who had the contract for boarding the employees of the road, met me in Hays City one day and made me a good offer to become their hunter, and I at onqe entered into a contract with them. They said that they would require about twelve buffaloes per day ; that would be twenty-four hams, as we took only the hind-quar- ters and hump of each buffalo. As this was to be dangerous work, on account of the Indians, who were riding all over that section of the country, and as I would be obliged to go from five to ten miles from the road each day to hunt the buffaloes, accompanied by only one man with a light wagon for the transportation of the meat, I of course demanded a large salary. They could afford to remunerate me well, because the meat would not cost them anything. They agreed to give me five hundred dollars per month, provided I furnished them all the fresh meat required. 161 162 LIFE OF BUFFALO BILL. Leaving my partner, Rose, to complete our grading con- tract, I immediately began my career as a buffalo hunter for the Kansas Pacific Railroad, and it was not long before I .acquired considerable notoriety. It was at this time that the very appropriate name of " Buffalo Bill," was conferred upon me by the road-hands. It has stuck to me ever since, and I have never been ashamed of it. During my engagement as hunter for the company a period of less than eighteen months I killed 4,280 buffa- loes ; and I had many exciting adventures with the Indians, as well as hair-breadth escapes, some of which are well worth relating. One day in the spring of 1868,1 mounted Brigham and started for Smoky Hill River. After galloping about twenty miles I reached the top of a small hill overlooking the valley of that beautiful stream. As I was gazing on the landscape, I suddenly saw a band of about thirty Indians nearly half a mile distant ; I knew by the way they jumped on their horses that they had seen me as soon as I came into sight. The only chance I had for my life was to make a run for it, and I immediately wheeled and started back towards the railroad. Brigham seemed to understand what was up, and he struck out as if he comprehended that it was to be a run for life. He crossed a ravine in a few jumps, and on reach- ing a ridge beyond, I drew rein, looked back and saw the Indians coming for rne at full speed and evidently well- mounted. I would have had little or no fear of being over- taken if Brigham had been fresh; but as he was not, I felt uncertain as to how he would stand a long chase. My pursuers seemed to be gaining on me a little, and I let Brigham shoot ahead again ; when we had run about three miles farther, some eight or nine of the Indians we're not over two hundred yards behind, and five or six of these seemed to be shortening the gap at every jump. Brigham now ex- erted himself more than ever, and for the next three or four A RACE FOR LIFE. 105 miles he got " right down to business," and did some of the prettiest running I ever saw. But the Indians were about as well-mounted as I was, and one of their horses in j ar- ticular a spotted animal was gaining on me all the time. Nearly all the other horses were strung out behind for a distance of two miles, but still chasing after me. The Indian who was riding the spotted horse was armed with a rifle, and would occasionally send a bullet whistling DOWN WENT HIS HORSE. along, sometimes striking* the ground ahead of me. I saw that this fellow must be checked, or a stray bullet from his gun might hit me or iny horse; so, suddenly stopping Brigham, and quickly wheeling him around, I raised old "Lucretia" to my shoulder, took deliberate aim at the Indian and his horse, hoping to hit one or the other, and fired. He was not over eighty yards from me at this time, and at the crack of my rifle down went his horse. JS r ot waiting to see if he recovered, I turned Brigham, and in a 10 166 LIFE OF BUFFALO BILL. moment we were again fairly flying towards our destina- tion ; we bad urgent business about tbat time, and were in a hurry to get tbere. Tbe otber Indians had gained on us while I was engaged in shooting at their leader, and tbey sent several shots whiz- zing past me, but fortunately none of them hit the intended mark. To return their compliment I occasionally wheeled myself in the saddle and fired back at them, and one of my shots broke the leg of one of their horses, which left its rider hors (e) dc combat, as the French would say. Only seven or eight Indians now remained in dangerous proximity to me, and as their horses were beginning to lag somewhat, I checked my faithful old steed a little, to allow him an opportunity to draw an extra breath or two. I had determined, if it should come to the worst, to drop into a buffalo wallow, where I could stand the Indians off for a while; but I was nut compelled to do this, as Brigham car- ried me through most nobly. The chase was kept up until we came within three miles of the end of the railroad track, where two companies of soldiers were stationed for the purpose of protecting the workmen from the Indians. One of the outposts saw the Indians chasing me across the prairie, and gave the alarm. In a few minutes I saw, greatly to my delight, men coming on foot, and cavalrymen, too, came galloping to our rescue as soon as they could mount their horses. When the Indians observed this, they turned and ran in the direction from which they had come. In a very few minutes I was met by some of the infantrymen and trackmen, and jumping to the ground and pulling the blanket and saddle off of Brigham, I told them what he had done for me ; they at once took him in charge, led him around, and rubbed him down so vigorously that I thought they would rub him to death. Captain Nolan, of the Tenth Cavalry, now came up with forty of his men, and upon learning what had happened he determined to pursue the Indians. He kindly offered me PAYING THEM IN THEIR OWN COIN. 167 one of the cavalry horses, and after putting my own saddle and bridle on the animal, we started out after the flying Indians, who only a few minutes before had been making it so uncomfortably lively for me. Our horses were all fresh and of excellent stock, and we soon began shortening the distance between ourselves and the redskins. Before they had gone five miles we overtook and killed eight of their number. The others succeeded in making their escape. On coming up to the place where I had killed the first horse the spotted one on my "home run," I found that my bullet had struck him in the forehead and killed him instant- ly. He was a noble animal, and ought to have been engaged in better business. When we got back to camp I found old Brigham grazing quietly and contentedly on the grass. He looked up at me as if to ask if we had got away with any of those fellows who had chased us. I believe he read the answer in my eyes. Another very exciting hunting adventure of mine which deserves a place in these reminiscences occurred near Saline river. My companion at the time was a man called Scotty, a butcher, who generally accompanied me on these hunting expeditions to cut up the buffaloes and load the meat into a light wagon which he brought to carry it in. He was a brave little fellow and a most excellent shot. I had killed some fifteen buffaloes, and we had started for home with a wagon-load of meat. When within about eight miles of our destination, we suddenly ran on to a party of at least thirty Indians who came riding out of the head of a ravine. On this occasion I was mounted on a most excellent horse belonging to the railroad company, and could easily have made my escape ; but of course I could not leave Scotty who was driving a pair of mules hitched to the wagon. To think was to act, in those days ; and as Scotty and I had often talked over a plan of defense in case we were ever surprised by Indians, we instantly proceeded to carry it out. We jumped to the ground, unhitched the mules quicker than 168 LIFE OF BUFFALO BILL. it had ever been done before, and tied them and my horse to the wagon. We threw the buffalo hams upon the ground, and piled them around the wheels in such a shape as to form a breastwork. All this was done in a shorter time than it takes to tell it; and then, with our extra box of ammunition and three or four extra revolvers, which we always carried along with us, we crept under the wagon and were fully prepared to give our visitors the warmest kind of a recep- tion. The Indians came on pell-mell, but when they were with- in one hundred yards of us we opened such a sudden and galling fire upon them, that they held up and began to cir- cle around the wagon instead of riding up to take tea with us. They however charged back and forth upon us several times, and their shots killed the two mules and my horse; but we gave it to them right and left, and had the satisfac- tion of seeing three of them fall to the ground not more than fifty yards away. On seeing how well we were forti- fied and protected by our breastwork of hams, they proba- bly came to the conclusion that it would be a difficult under- taking to dislodge us, for they drew off and gave us a rest, but only a short one. This was the kind of fighting we had been expecting for a long time, as we knew that sooner or later we would be " jumped " by Indians while we were out buffalo hunting. 1 had an understanding with the officers who commanded the troops at the end of the track, that in case their pickets should at any time notice a smoke in the direction of our hunting ground, they were to give the alarm, so that assist- ance might be sent to us for the smoke was to indicate that we were in danger. I now resolved to signal to the troops in the manner agreed on, and at the first opportunity set fire to the grass. on the windward side of the wagon. The fire spread over the prairie at a rapid rate, causing a dense smoke which I knew would be seen at the camp. The Indians did not CORKALED BY INDIANS. 1G9 seem to understand this strategic movement. They got off from their horses, and from behind a bank or knoll, again peppered away at us; but we were well fortified, and when- ever they showed their heads we let them know that we could shoot as well as they. After we had been cooped up in onr little fort, for about an hour, we discovered cavalry coming toward us at full gallop over the prairie. Our signal of distress had proved THE FIRE SIGNAL. a success. The Indians saw the soldiers at about the same time that we did, and thinking that it would not be healthy for them to remain much longer in that vicinity, they mounted their horses and disappeared down the canons of the creek. When the soldiers came up we had the satisfac- tion of showing them five " good " Indians, that is dead ones. Two hours later we pulled into camp with our load of meat, which was found to be all right, except that it had a few bullets and arrows sticking in it. 170 LIFE OF BUFFALO BILL. "While I was hunting for the Kansas Pacific railway, 1 had the pleasure, in the fall of 1867, of meeting the celebrated Kit Carson, one of, if not the oldest and most noted scout, guide, and hunter that our western country has ever produced. He was on his way to Washington. I also met him on his return from the East, and invited him to be my guest for a few days at Hays City, which invitation he accepted. He then proceeded to Fort Lyon, Colorado, near which place his son-in-law, Mr. Boggs, and family, resided. At this time his health was failing, and shortly afterwards he died at Mr. Boggs' residence on the Picket Wire Creek. CHAPTER XV. CHAMPION BUFFALO KILLER. SHORTLY after the adventures mentioned in the pre- ceding chapter, I had iny celebrated buffalo hunt with Billy Comstock, a noted scout, guide and interpreter, who was then chief of scouts at Fort Wallace, Kansas. Com- stock had the reputation, for a long time, of being a most successful buffalo hunter, and the officers in particular, who had seen him kill buffaloes, were very desirous of backing him in a match against me. It was accordingly arranged that I should shoot him a buffalo-killing match, and the pre- liminaries were easily and satisfactorily agreed upon. We were to hunt one day of eight hours, beginning at eight o'clock in the morning, and closing at four o'clock in the afternoon. The wager was five hundred dollars a side, and the man who should kill the greater number of buffaloes from on horseback was to be declared the winner. The hunt took place about twenty miles east of Sheridan, and as it had been pretty well advertised and noised abroad, a large crowd witnessed the interesting and exciting scene. An excursion party, mostly from St. Louis, consisting of about a hundred gentlemen and ladies, came out on a special train to view the sport, and among the number was my wife, with little baby Arta, who had come to remain with me for a while. 171 OF BUFFALO BILL. The buffaloes were quite plenty, and it was agreed that we should go into the same herd at the same tune and "make a run," as we called it, each one killing as many as possible. A referee was to follow each of us on horseback when we entered the herd, and count the buffaloes killed by each man. The St. Louis excursionists, as well as the other spectators, rode out to the vicinity of the hunting grounds in w r agons and on horseback, keeping well out of sight of the buffaloes, so as not to frighten them, until the time came for us to dash into the herd; when they were to come up as near as they pleased and witness the chase. We were fortunate in the first run in getting good ground. Comstock was mounted on one of his favorite horses, while I rode old Brighain. I felt confident that 1 had the advan- tage of Comstock in two things first, I had the best buf- falo horse that ever made a -track ; and second, 1 was using what was known at that time as the needle-gun, a breech- loading Springfield rifle calibre 50, it was my favorite old " Lucretia," which has already been introduced to the notice of the reader; while Comstock was armed with a Henry rifle, and although he could fire a few shots quicker than I could, yet I was pretty certain that it did not carry powder and lead enough to do execution equal to my calibre 50. At last the time came to begin the match. Comstock and I dashed into a herd, followed by the referees. The buf- faloes separated ; Comstock -took the left bunch and J the right. My great forte in killing buffaloes from horseback was to get them circling by riding my horse at the head of the herd, shooting the leaders, thus crowding their followers to the left, till they would finally circle round and round. On this morning the buffaloes were very accommodating, and I soon had them running in a beautiful circle, when I dropped them thick and fast, until I had killed thirty.-eight; which finished my run. Comstock began shooting at the rear of the herd, which he was chasing, and' they kept straight on. He succeeded^ A GREAT BUFFALO KILLING MATCH. 173 however, in killing twenty-three, but they were scattered over a distance of three miles, while mine lay close together. I had " nursed " my buffaloes, as a billiard-player does the balls when he makes a big run. After the result of the first run had been duly announced, our St. Louis excursion friends who had approached to the place where we had stopped set out a lot of champagne, which they had brought with them, and which proved a good drink on a Kansas prairie, and a buffalo hunter was a good man to get away with it. While taking a short rest, we suddenly spied another herd of buffaloes coming toward us. It was only a small drove-., and we at once prepared to give the animals a lively recep- tion. They proved to be a herd of cows and calves which,, by the way, are quicker in their movements than the bulls. We charged in among them, and I concluded my run with a score of eighteen, while Comstock killed fourteen. The score now stood fifty-six to thirty-seven, in my favor. Again the excursion party approached, and once more the champagne was tapped. After we had eaten a lunch which was spread for us, we resumed the hunt. Striking out for a distance of three miles, we came up close to another herd. As I was so far ahead of my competitor in the number killed, I thought I could afford to give an extra exhibition of my skill. I had told the ladies that I would, on the next run, ride my horse without saddle or bridle. This had raised the excitement to fever heat among the excursionists, and I remember one fair lady who endeavored to prevail upon me not to attempt it. " That's nothing at all," said I; "I have done it many a time, and old Brigham knows as well as I what I am doing, and sometimes a great deal better." So, leaving my saddle and bridle with the wagons, we rode to the windward of the buffaloes, as usual, and when within a few hundred yards of them we dashed into the herd. I soon had thirteen laid out on the ground, the last one of 174 LIFE OF BUFFALO BILL. which I had driven down close to the wagons, where the ladies were. It frightened some of the tender creatures to see the buffalo coming at full speed directly toward them ; but when he had got within fifty yards of one of the wagons, I shot him dead in his tracks. This made my sixty-ninth buffalo, and finished my third and last run, Comstock hav- ing killed forty-six. As it was now late in the afternoon, Comstock and his backers gave up the idea that he could beat me, and there- upon the referees declared me the winner of the match, as \vell as the champion buffalo-hunter of the plains.* On our way back to carnp, we took with us some of the choice meat and finest heads. In this connection it will not be out of place to state that during the time I wns hunting for the Kansas Pacific, I always brought into camp the best buffalo heads, and turned them over to the company, who found a very good use for them. They had them mounted in the best possible manner, and sent them to all the principal cities and railroad centers in the country, hav- ing them placed in prominent positions at the leading hotels, depots, and other public buildings, as a sort of trade-mark, or advertisement, of the Kansas Pacific Eailroad ; and to-day they attract the attention of the traveler almost everywhere. 'Whenever I am traveling over the country and see one of these trade-marks, I feel pretty certain that I was the cause * Poor Billy Oomstock was afterwards treacherously murdered by the Indians. He and Sharpe Grover visited a village of Indians, supposed to be peaceably inclined, near Big Spring Station, in Western Kansas; and after spending several hours with the redskins in friendly conversation, they prepared to depart, having declined an invitation to pass the night there. It appears that Comstock's beautiful white-handled revolver had attracted the attention of the Indians, who overtook him and his companion when they had gone about half a mile. After surrounding the two men they suddenly attacked them. They killed, scalped and robbed Comstock; but Grover, although severely wounded, made his escape, owing to the fleetness of the excellent horse which he was riding. This sad event occurred August 27, 1868. NEW LAURELS FOR BRIGHAM. 175 of the death of the old fellow whose body it once orna- mented, and many a wild and exciting hunt is thus called to mind. The end of the track finally reached Sheridan, in the month of May, 1868, and as the road was not to be built any farther just then, my services as a hunter were not any longer required. At this time there was a general Indian war raging all along the western borders. General Sheridan had taken up his headquarters at Fort Hayes, in order to be iu the field to superintend the campaign in person. As scouts and guides were in great demand, I concluded once more to take up my old avocation of scouting and guiding for the army. Having,no suitable place in which to leave my old and faithful buffalo-hunter Brigham, and not wishing to kill him by scouting, I determined to dispose of him. I was very reluctant to part with him, but I consoled myself with the thought that he would riot be likely to receive harder usage in other hands than he had in mine. I had several good offers to sell him ; but at the suggestion of some gentlemen in Sheridan, all of whom were anxious to obtain possession of the horse, I put him up at a rafiie, in order to give them all an equal chance of becoming the owner of the famous steed. There were ten chances at thirty dollars each, and they were all quickly taken. Old Brigham was won by a gentleman Mr. Ike Bonham, who took him to "Wyandotte, Kansas, where he soon added new laurels to his already brilliant record. Although I am getting ahead of my story, I must now follow Brigham for a while. A grand tournament came off four miles from Wyandotte, and Brigham took part in it. As has already been stated, his appearance was not very prepossessing, and nobody suspected him of being anything but the most ordi- nary kind of a plug. The friends of the rider laughed at him for being mounted on such a dizzy-looking steed. When the exercises which were of a very tame character, 176 LIFE OF BUFFALO BILL. being more for style than speed were over, and just as the crowd were about to return to the city, a purse of '$250 was made up, to be given to the h-orse that could first reach Wyandotte, four miles distant. The arrangement was car- ried out, and Brigham was entered as one of the contestants for the purse. Everybody laughed at Mr. Bonham when it became known that he was to ride that poky-looking plug against the five thoroughbreds which were to take part in the race. When all the preliminaries had been arranged, the signal was given, and off went the horses for Wyandotte. For the first half-mile several of the horses led Brigham, but on the second mile he began passing them one after the other, and on the third mile he was in advance of them all, and was showing them all the road at a lively rate. On the fourth mile his rider let him out, and arrived at the hotel the home-station in Wyandotte a long way ahead of his fastest competitor. Everybody was surprised, as well as disgusted, that such a homely "critter" should be the winner. Brigham, of course, had already acquired a wide reputation, and his name and exploits had often appeared in the newspapers, and when it was learned that this " critter" was none other than the identical buffalo -hunting Brigham, nearly the whole crowd admitted that they had heard of him before, and had they known him in the first place they certainly would have ruled him out. I finally lost track of Brigham, and for several years I did not know what had become of him. Three years ago, while I was at Memphis, Tennessee, I met a Mr. Wilcox, who had been one of the superintendents of construction of the Kan- sas Pacific Railroad, and he informed me that he owned Brigham, and that he was at that time on his farm, only a few miles out of town. The next day I rode out with Mr. Wilcox and took a look at the erallant old horse. He tfas comfortably cared for in Mr. Wilcox's stable, and looked the BRIGHAM'S PRESENT HOME. 177 same clever pony that he always was. It seemed as if he almost remembered me, and I put my arms around his neck, as though he had been a long-lost child. Mr. Wilcox bought the horse at Wyandotte, from the gentleman who had won him at the raffle, and he intends to keep him as long as he lives. I am grateful that he is in such good hands, and whenever I again visit Memphis I shall surely go and see Brigham if he is still alive. But to return to the thread of my narrative, from which I have wandered. Having received the appointment of guide and scout, and having been ordered to report at Fort Larned, then commanded by Captain Dangerfield Parker, I saw it was necessary to take my family who had remained with me at Sheridan, after the buffalo-hunting match to Leaven- worth, and there leave them. This I did at once, and after providing them with a comfortable little home, I returned and reported for duty at Fort Larned. CHAPTER XVI. A COURIER. THE scouts at Fort Larned, when I arrived there, were commanded by Dick Curtis an old guide, frontiersman and Indian interpreter. There were some three hundred lodges of Kiowa and Comanche Indians camped near the fort. These Indians had not as yet gone upon the war- path, but were restless and discontented, and their leading chiefs, Satanta, Lone Wolf, Kicking Bird, Satank, Sittamore, and other noted warriors, were rather saucy. The post at the time was garrisoned by only two companies of infantry and one of cavalry. General Hazen, who was at the post, was endeavoring to pacify the Indians and keep them from going on the war- path. I was appointed as his special scout, and one morning he notified me that he was going to Fort Harker, and wished me to accompany him as far as Fort Zarah, thirty miles dis- tant. The General usually traveled in an ambulance, but this trip he was to make in a six-mule wagon, under the escort of a squad of twenty infantrymen. So, early one morning in August, we started ; arriving safely at Fort Zarah at twelve o'clock. General Hazen thought it unneces- sary that we should go farther, and he proceeded on his way to Fort Harker without an escort, leaving instructions that we should return to Fort Larned the next day. 178 SURPRISED BY INDIANS. 1Y9 After the General had gone I went to the sergeant in command of the squad, and told him that I was going back that very afternoon, instead of waiting till the next morn- ing; and I accordingly saddled up my mule and set out for Fort Lamed. I proceeded uninterruptedly until I got about half-way between the two posts, when at Pawnee Rock I was suddenly "jumped " by about forty Indians, who came dashing up to me, extending their hands and saying, "How! A BIG JOKE. How! 3 They were some of the same Indians who had been hanging around Fort Earned in the morning. I saw that they had on their war-paint, and were evidently now . out on the war-path. My first impulse was to shake hands with them, as they seemed so desirous of it. I accordingly reached out my hand to one of them, who grasped it with a tight grip, and jerked me violently forward; another pulled my mule by the bridle, and in a moment I was completely surrounded. 180 LIFE OF BUFFALO BILL. Before I could do anything at all, they had seized my revolvers from the holsters, and I received a blow on the head from a tomahawk which nearly rendered me senseless. My gun, which was lying across the saddle, was snatched from its place, and finally the Indian, who had hold of the bridle, started off towards the Arkansas River, leading the mule, which was being lashed by the other Indians who were following. The savages were all singing, yelling and whooping, as only Indians can do, when they are having their little game all their own way. While looking towards the river I saw, on the opposite side, an immense village moving down along the bank, and then I became convinced that the Indians had left the post and were now starting out on the war-path. My captors crossed the stream with me, and as we waded through the shallow water they continued to lash the mule and myself. Finally they brought me before an important looking body of Indians, who proved to be the chiefs and principal warriors. I soon recognized old Satan ta among them, as well as others whom I knew, and I supposed it was all over with me. The Indians were jabbering away so rapidly among them- selves that I could not understand what they were saying. Satan ta at last asked me where I had been ; and, as good luck would have it, a happy thought struck me. I told him I had been after a herd of cattle-or " wlioa-haws," as they called them. It so happened that the Indians had been out of meat for several weeks, as the large herd of cattle which had been promised them had not yet arrived, although ex- pected by them. The moment that I mentioned that I had been searching for the " whoa-liaws," old Satanta began questioning me in a very eager manner. He asked me where the cattle were, and I replied that they were back only a few miles, and that I had been sent by General Hazen to inform him that the cattle were coming, and that they were intended for his MY ESCAPE FROM THE KIOWAS. 181 people. This seemed to please the old rascal, who also wanted to know if there were any soldiers with the herd, and my reply was that there were. Thereupon the chiefs held a consultation, and presently Satanta asked me if Gen- eral Hazen had really said that they should have the cattle. I replied in the affirmative, and added that I had been directed to bring the cattle to them. I followed this up with a very dignified inquiry, asking why his young men had treated me so. The old wretch intimated that it was only " a freak of the boys " ; that the young men had wanted to see if I was brave ; in fact, they had only meant to test my bravery, and that the whole thing was a joke. The veteran liar was now beating me at my own game of lying ; but I was very glad of it, as it was in my favor. I did not let him suspect that I doubted his veracity, but I remarked that it was a rough way to treat friends. He im- mediately ordered his young men to give me back my arms, and scolded them for what they had done. Of course, the sly old dog was now playing it very fine, as he was anxious to get possession of the cattle, with which he believed " there was a heap of soldiers coining." He had concluded it was not best to fight the soldiers if he could get the cattle peaceably. Another council was held by the chiefs, and in a few minutes old Satanta came and asked me if I would go over and bring the cattle down to the opposite side of the river, so that they could get them. I replied, " Of course ; that's my instruction from General Hazen." Satanta said I must not feel angry at his young men, for they had only been acting in furi. He then inquired if I wished any of his men to accompany me to the cattle herd. I replied that it would be better for me to go alone, and and then the soldiers could keep right on to Fort Larned, while I could drive the herd down on the bottom. So, wheeling my mule around, I was soon re-crossing the river, leaving old Satanta in the firm belief that I had told him a 182 LIFE OF BUFFALO BILL. straight story, and was going for the cattle, which only ex- isted in my imagination. I hardly knew what to do, but thought that if I could get the river between the Indians and myself I would have a good three-quarters of a mile the start of them, and could then make a run for Fort Larned, as my mule was a good one. Thus far my cattle story had panned out all right ; but just as I reached the opposite bank of the river, I looked behind and saw that ten or fifteen Indians who had begun to suspect something crooked, were following me. The moment that my mule secured a good foothold on the bank, I urged him into a gentle lope towards the place where, according to my statement, the cattle were to be brought. Upon reaching a little ridge, and riding down the other side out of view, 1 turned my mule and headed him westward for Fort Larned. I let him out for all that he was .worth, and when I came out on a little rise of ground, I looked back, and saw the Indian village in plain sight. My pursuers were now on the ridge which I had passed over, and were looking for me in every direction. Presently they spied me, and seeing that I was running away, they struck out in swift pursuit, and in a few minutes it became painfully evident that they were gaining on me. They kept up the chase as far as Ash Creek, six miles from Fort Larned. I still led them half a mile, as their horse& had not gained much during the last hnlf of the race. My mule seemed to have gotten liis second wind, and as I was on the old road I had played the whip and spurs on him without much cessation. The Indians likewise had urged their steeds to the utmost. Finally, upon reaching the dividing ridge between Ash Creek and Pawnee Fork, I saw Fort Lamed only four miles away. It was now sundown, and I heard the evening gun at the fort. The troops of the garrison little dreamed that there was a man flying for his life from the Indians and try- ing to reach the post. The Indians were once more gaining AMBUSHING THE INDIANS. AMBUSHING THE INDIANS. 185 on me, and when I crossed the Pawnee Fork, two miles from the post, two or three of them were only a quarter of a mile behind me. Just as I had gained the opposite bank of the stream I was overjoyed to see some soldiers in a government wagon, only a short distance off. I yelled at the top of my voice, and riding up to them, told them that the Indians were after me. Denver Jim, a well-known scout, asked how many there were, and upon my informing him that there were about a dozen, he said : u Let's drive the wagon into the trees, and we'll lay for 'em." The team was hurriedly driven in among the trees and low box-elder bushes, and there secreted. We did not have to wait long for the Indians, who came dashing up, lashing their horses, which were panting and blowing. We let two of them pass by, but we opened a lively fire on the next three or four, killing two at the first crack. The others following, discovered that they had run into an ambush, and whirling off into the brush they turned and ran back in the direction whence they had come. The two who had passed heard the firing and made their escape. We scalped the two that we had killed, arid appropriated their arms and equipments ; and then catching their horses, we made our way into the post. The soldiers had heard us firing, and as we were approaching the fort the drums were being beaten, and the buglers were sounding the call to fall in. The officers had thought that Satanta and his Indians were coming in to capture the fort. It seems that on the morning of that day, two hours after General Hazen had taken his departure, old Satanta drove into the post in an ambulance, which he had received some months before as a present from the government. He appeared to be angry and bent on mischief. In an interview with Captain Parker, the commanding officer, he asked why General Hazen had left the post without supplying the beef cattle which had been promised to him. The Captain told him that the cattle were surely on the road, but he could not explain why they were detained. 186 LIFE OF BUFFALO BILL. The interview proved to be a stormy one; and Satanta made numerous threats, saying that if he wished, he could capture the whole post with his warriors. Captain Parker, who was a brave man, gave Satanta to understand that he was reckoning beyond his powers, and would find it a more difficult undertaking than he had any idea of, as they were prepared for him at any moment. The interview finally terminated, and Satanta angrily left the officers presence. Going over to the sutler's store he sold his ambulance to Mr. Tappan the past trader, and with a portion of the proceeds he secretly managed to secure some whisky from some bad men around the fort. There are always to be found around every frontier post some men who will sell whitky to the Indians at any time and under any circumstances, notwith- standing it is a flagrant violation of both civil and military regulations. Satanta mounted his horse, and taking the whisky with him, he rode rapidly away and proceeded straight to his vil- lage. He had not been gone over an hour, when he returned to the vicinity of the post accompanied by his warriors who came in from every direction, to the number of seven or eight hundred. It was evident that the irate old rascal was "on his ear," so to speak, and it looked as if he intended to carry out his threat of capturing the fort. The garrison at once turned out and prepared to receive the red-skins, who, when within half a mile, circled around the fort and fired numerous shots into it, instead of trying to take it by assault. While this circular movement was going on, it was ob- served that the Indian village in the distance was packing up, preparatory to leaving, and it was soon underway. The mounted warriors remained behind some little time, to give their families an opportunity to get away, as they feared that the troops might possibly in some manner intercept them. Finally, they encircled the post several times, fired some farewell rounds, and then galloped away over the GOING ON THE WAR PATH. 187 prairie to overtake their fast departing village. On their way thither, they surprised and killed a party of wood-choppers down on the Pawnee Fork, as well as some herders who were guarding beef cattle ; some seven or eight men in all, were killed, and it was evident that the Indians meant business. The soldiers with the wagon-^-whoin I had met at the crossing of the Pawnee Fork had been out for* the bodies of' the men. Under the circumstances it was no wonder that the garrison, upon hearing the reports of our guns when we fired upon the party whom we ambushed, should have thought the Indians were coming back to give them another " turn." We found that all was excitement at the post ; double guards had been put on duty, and Captain Parker had all the scouts at his headquarters. He was endeavoring to get some one to take some important dispatches to General Sheridan at Fort Hays. I reported to him at once, and stated where I had met the Indians and how I had escaped from them. " You was very fortunate, Cody, in thinking of that cat- tle story ; but for that little game your hair would now be an ornament to a Kiowa's lodge," said he. Just then Dick Curtis spoke up and said : " Cody, the Captain is anxious to send some dispatches to General Sheri- dan, at Fort Hays, and none of the scouts here seem to be very willing to undertake the trip. They say they are not well enough acquainted with the country to find the way at night." As a storm w r as coming up it was quite dark, and the scouts feared that they would lose the way ; besides it was a dangerous ride, as a large party of Indians were known to be camped on Walnut Creek, on the direct road to Fort Hays. It was evident that Curtis w T as trying to induce me to volunteer. I made some evasive answer to Curtis, for I did not care to volunteer after my long day's ride. But Curtis did not let the matter drop. Said he : " I wish, Bill, that you were not so tired by your chase of 188 LIFE OF BUFFALO BILL. to-day, for you know the country better than the rest of the boys, and I am certain that you could go through." " As far as the ride to Fort Hays is concerned, that alone would matter but little to me," I said, u but it is a risky piece of work just now, as the country is full of hostile Indians; still if no other scout is willing to volunteer, I will chance it. I'll go, provided I am furnished with a good horse. I am tired of being chased on a government mule by Indians." At this Captain Nolan, who had been listen- ing to our conversation, said : " Bill, you may have the best horse in my company. You can take ^ T our choice if you will carry these dispatches. Although it is against regulations to dismount an enlisted man, I have no hesitancy in such a case of urgent necessity as this is, in telling you that you may have any horse you may wish." k< Captain, your first sergeant has a splendid horse, and that's the one I want. If he'll let me ride that horse, I'll be ready to start in one hour, storm or no storm," said I. " Good enough, Bill ; you shall have the horse ; but are you sure you can find your way on such a dark night as this?" " I have hunted on nearly every acre of ground between here and Fort Hnys, and I can almost keep my route by the bones of the dead buffaloes." I confidently replied. " Never fear, Captain, about Cody not finding the way ; he is as good in the dark as he is in the daylight," said Curtis. An orderly was sent for the horse, and the animal was soon brought up, although the sergeant " kicked " a little against letting him go. After eating a lunch and filling a canteen with brandy, I went to headquarters and put my own saddle and bridle on the horse I was to ride. I then got the dispatches, and by ten o'clock was on the road to Fort Hays, which was sixty-five miles distant across the country. The scouts had all bidden me a hearty good-bye, and wished me success, not knowing when, if ever, they A WISE PRECAUTION. 139 would again gaze upon " my warlike form," as the poet would say. It was dark as pitch, but this I rather liked, as there was little probability of anys of t h e red-skins seeing m< unless I stumbled upon then accidentally. My greatest! danger was that my horse! might run into a hole and fall down, aiul in this way get away from m e. Tc avoid any such accident, tied one end of my raw- hide lariat to the b r i d 1 and the other end to my belt. I didn't propose to] be left on foot, alone out] on the prairie. It was, indeed, a wise pre- caution that Iliad taken, for within the next three mi the horse, sure enough, step-( ped into a prairie-dog's hole, and down he went, throwing me clear over his head. Spring- ing to his feet, before I could catch hold of the bridle, he galloped away into the darkness ; but when lie reached the full length of the lariat, he found that he was picketed to Bison William. I brought him up standing, and after find- ing my gun, which had dropped to the ground, I went up to him and in a moment was in the saddle again, and went on my way rejoicing keeping straight on my course until I came to the ravines leading into Walnut Creek, twenty- five miles from Fort Lamed, where the country became .rougher, requiring me to travel slower and more carefully, as I feared the horse might fall over the bank, it being difficult to see anything five feet ahead. As a good horse 190 LJFE OF BUFFALO BILL. is not very apt to jump over a bank, if left to guide himself, I Jet mine pick his own way. I was now proceeding as quietly as possible, for I was in the vicinity of a band of Indians who had recently camped in that locality. 1 thought that I had passed somewhat above the spot, having made a little circuit to the west with that intention ; but as bad luck would have it this time, when I came up near the creek I suddenly rode in among a herd of horses. The animals became frightened and ran off in every direction. I knew at once that I was among Indian horses, and had walked into the wrong pew ; so without waiting to apologize, I backed out as quickly as possible. At this moment a dog, not fifty yards away, set up a howl, and then I heard some Indians engaged in conversation ; they were guarding the horses, and had been sleeping. Hearing my horse's retreat- ing footsteps toward the hills, and thus becoming aware that there had been an enemy in their camp, they mounted their steeds and started for me. I urged my horse to his full speed, taking the chances of his falling into holes, and guided him up the creek bottom. The Indians followed me as fast as they could by the noise I made, but I soon distanced them ; and then crossed the creek. When I had traveled several miles in a straight course, as I supposed, I took out my compass and by the light of a match saw that I was bearing two points to the east of north. At once changing my course to the direct route, I pushed rapidly on through the darkness towards Smoky Hill Eiver. At about three o'clock in the morning I began traveling more cautiously, as I was afraid of running into another band of Indians. Occasionally I scared up a herd of buffaloes, or antelopes, or coyotes, ,or deer, which would frighten my horse for a moment, but with the exception of these slight alarms I got along 1 all right. After crossing Smoky Hill River, I felt comparatively safe as this was the last stream I had to cross. Eiding on INTERVIEW WITH SHERIDAN. 191 to the northward 1 struck the old Santa Fe trail, ten miles from Fort Hays, just at break of day. My horse did not seem much fatigued, and being anxious to make good time and get as near the post as possible before it was fairly daylight as there might be bands of Indians camped along Big Creek, I urged him forward as fast as he could go. As I had not "lost" any Indians, 1 was- not nOw anxious to make their acquaintance, and shortly after reveille rode into the post. I proceeded directly to General Sheridan's head- quarters, and was met at the door, by Colonel Moore, aid-de-camp on General Sheridan's staff who asked me on what business I had come. "I have dispatches for General Sheridan, and my instructions from Captain Parker, commanding Fort Larned, are that they shall be delivered to the General as soon as possible," said I. Colonel Moore invited me into one of the offices, and said he would hand the dispatches to the General as soon as he got up. " I prefer to give these DELIVERING DISPATCHES TO SHERIDAN. dispatches to General Sheridan myself, and at once," was my reply. The General, who was sleeping in the same building., hearing our voices, called out, " Send the man in with the dispatches." I was ushered into the General's presence, and. as we bad met before he recognized me and said : " Hello, Cody, is that you ? " 192 LIFE OF BUFFALO BILL. " Yes, sir ; I have some dispatches here for you, from Captain Parker," said I, as I handed the package over to him. He hurriedly read them, and said they were important ; and then he asked me all about General Hazen and where he had gone, and about the breaking out of the Kiowas and Comanches. I gave him all the information that I possessed, and related the events and adventures of the previous day and night. " Bill," said he, " you must have had a pretty lively ride. You certainly had a close call' when you ran into the Indians on Walnut Creek. That was a good joke that you played on old Satanta. I suppose you're pretty tired alter your long journey ? " " I am rather weary, General, that's a fact, as I have been in the saddle since yesterday morning;" was my reply, '" but my horse is more tired than I am, and needs attention full as much if not more," I added. Thereupon the General called, an orderly and gave instructions to have my animal well -taken care of, and then he said, " Cody, come in and have some breakfast with me." l "No, thank you, General," said I, '"'Hays City is only a mile from here, and I prefer riding over there, as I know about every one in the town, and want to see some of my friends." "Very well ; do as you please, and come to the post after- wards as I want to see you," said he. " Bidding him good-morning, and telling him that I would return in a few hours, I rode over to Hays City, and at the Perry House I met many of my old friends who were of course all glad to see me. I took some refreshments and a two hours nap, and afterward returned to Fort Hays, as I was requested. As I rode up to the headquarters I noticed several scouts in a little group, evidently engaged in conversation on some important matter. Upon inquiry I learned that General A NINETY- FIVE MILE RIDE. 193 Sheridan had informed them that he was desirous of sending a dispatch to Fort Dodge, a distance of ninety -live miles. The Indians had recently killed two or three men while they were carrying dispatches between Fort Hays and Fort Dodge, and on this account none of the scouts seemed at all anxious to volunteer, although a reward of several hundred dollars was offered to any one who would carry the dis- patches. They had learned of my experiences of the previous day, and asked me if I did not think it would be a dangerous trip. I gave it as my opinion that a man might possibly go through without seeing an Indian, but that the chances were ten to one that he would have an exceedingly lively run and a hard time before he reached his destination, if he ever got there at all. Leaving the scouts to decide among themselves as to who was to go, I reported to General Sheridan, who also informed me that he wished some one to carry dispatches to Fort Dodge. While we were talking, his chief of scouts Dick Parr, entered and stated that none of the scouts had yet volunteered. Upon hearing this I got my " brave" up a little, and said : " General, if there is no one ready to volunteer, I'll carry your dispatches myself." "Iliad not thought of asking you to do this duty, Cody, as you are already pretty hard worked. But it is really important that these dispatches should go through," said the General. " Well, if you don't get a courier by four o'clock this afternoon, I'll be ready for business at that time. All I want is a fresh horse," said I; 4i meantime I'll take a little more rest." It was not much of a rest, however, that I got, for I went over to Hays City again and had u a time with the boys." I came back to the post at the appointed hour, and finding that no one had volunteered, I reported to General Sheri- dan. He had selected an excellent horse for me, and on handing me the dispatches he said: 194: LIFE OF BUFFALO BILL. " You can start as soon as you wish: the sooner the bet- ter; and good luck go with you, my boy." In about an hour afterwards I was on the road, and just before dark I crossed Smoky Hill River. I had not yet urged my horse much, as I was saving his strength for the latter end of the route, and for any run that I might have to make in case the " wild-boys" should "jump" me. So far I had not seen a sign of Indians, and as evening came on I felt comparatively safe. I had no adventures worth relating during the night, and just before daylight I found myself approaching Saw-log Crossing, on the Pawnee Fork, having then ridden about seventy miles. A company of colored cavalry, commanded by Major Cox, was stationed at this point, and I approached their camp cau- tiously, for fear that the pickets might fire upon me as the darkey soldiers were liable to shoot first and cry "halt" afterwards. When within hearing distance I yelled out at the top of my voice, and was answered by one of the pickets. I told him not to shoot, as I was a scout from Fort Hays ; and then, calling the sergeant of the guard, I went up to the vidette of the post, who readily recognized me. I entered the camp and proceeded to the tent of Major Cox, to whom I handed a letter from General Sheridan requesting him to give me a fresh horse. He at once complied with the request. After I had slept an hour and had eaten a lunch, I again jumped into the saddle, and before sunrise I was once more on the road. It was twenty-five miles to Fort Dodge, and I arrived there between nine and ten o'clock, without having seen a single Indian. After delivering the dispatches to the commanding officer, I met Johnny Austin, chief of scouts at this post, who was an old friend of mine. Upon his invitation I took a nap at his house, and when I awoke, fresh for business once more, he informed me that the Indians had been all around the A LONG WALK. 195 post for the past two or three days, running off cattle and horses, and occasionally killing a stray man. It was a won- der to him that I had met with none of the red-skins on the way there. .The Indians, he said, were also very thick on the Arkansas River, between Fort Dodge and Fort Lamed, and making considerable trouble. Fort Dodge was located sixty -five miles west of Fort Earned, the latter post being on the Pawnee .Fork, about five miles from its junction with the Arkansas River. The commanding officer at Fort Dodge was anxious to send some dispatches to Fort Earned, but the scouts, like those at Fort Hays, were rather backward about volunteer- ing, as it was considered a very dangerous undertaking to make the trip. As Fort Earned was my post, and as I wanted to go there anyhow, I said to Austin that I would carry the dispatches, and if any of the boys wished to go along, I would like to have them for company's sake. Austin reported my offer to the commanding officer, who sent for me and said he would be happy to have me take his dispatches, if I could stand the trip on top of all. that I had already done. " All I want is a good fresh horse, sir," said I. " I am sorry to say that we havent a decent horse here, but we have a reliable and honest government mule, if that will do you," said the officer. '" Trot out your mule," said I, "that's good enough for me. I am ready at any time, sir." The mule was forthcoming, and at dark I pulled out for Fort Earned,and proceeded uninterruptedly to Coon Creek, thirty miles out from Dodge. I had left the main wagon road some distance to the south, and had traveled parallel with it, thinking this to be a safer course, as the Indians might be lying in wait on the main road for dispatch bearers and scouts. At Coon Creek I dismounted and led the mule by the bridle down to the water, where I took a drink, using my 196 LIFE OF BUFFALO BILL. hat for a dipper. While I was engaged in getting the water, the mule jerked loose and struck out down the creek. I followed him in hopes that he would catch his foot in the bridle rein and stop, but this he seemed, to have no- idea of doing. He was making straight for the wagon road r and I did not know what minute he might run into a band of Indians. He finally got on the road, but instead of going back toward Fort Dodge, as I naturally expected he would do, he turned eastward toward Fort Lamed, and kept up a, little jog trot just ahead of me, but would not let me come up to him, although I tried it again and again. 1 had my gun in my hand, and several times I was strongly tempted to shoot him, and would probably have done so had it not been for fear of bringing Indians down upon me, and besides he was carrying the saddle for me. So I trudged on after the obstinate " critter,'' and if there ever was a government mule that deserved and received a good round cursing it was that one. I had neglected the precaution of tying one end of my lariat to his bit and the other to my belt, as I had done a few nights before, and I blamed myself for this gross piece of negligence. Mile after mile I kept on after that mule, and every once in a while I indulged in strong language respecting the whole mule fraternity. From Coon Creek to Fort Lamed it was thirty-five miles, and I finally concluded that my prospects were good for "hoofing" the whole distance. We that is to say, the confounded mule and myself were making pretty good time. There was nothing to hold the mule, and I was all the time trying to catch him which urged him on. I made every step count, for I wanted to reach Fort Larned before daylight, in order to avoid if possi- ble the Indians, to whom it would have been " pie " to have caught me there on foot. The mule stuck to the road and kept on for Larned, and I did the same thing. Just as day was beginning to break, THE TWO TRAMPS. 197 we that is the mule and myself found ourselves on a hill looking down into the valley of the Pawnee Fork, in which Fort Lar- ned was located, only four miles away ; and when the morning gun belched forth we were within half a mile of the post. "Now," said I, "Mr. Mule, it is my turn," and raising my gun to. my shoulder, in "dead earn- est" this time, I blazed away, hitting the animal in the hip. Throwing a second cartridge into the gun, 1 let him have an- other shot, and I con- tinued to pour the lead into him until I had him completely laid out. Like the great majority of gov- ernment mules, he was a tough one to kill, and he clung to life with all the tenaciousness of his ob- stinate nature. He was, without doubt, the tough- est and meanest mule I ever saw, and he died hard. The troops, hearing the reports of the gun, came rushing out to see what 198 LIFE OF BUFFALO BILL. was the matter. They found that the mule had passed in his chips, and when they learned the cause they all agreed that I had served him just right. Taking the saddle and bridle from the dead body, I proceeded into the post and delivered the dispatches to Captain Parker. I then went over to Dick Curtis' house, which was headquarters for the scouts, and there put in several hours of solid sleep. During the day General Hazen returned from Fort Har- ker, and he also had some important dispatches to send to General Sheridan. I was feeling quite elated over my big ride ; and seeing that I was getting the best of the other scouts in regard to making a record, I volunteered to carry General Hazen's dispatches to Fort .Hays. The General accepted my services, although he thought it was unneces- sary lor me to kill myself. 1 told him that 1 had business At Fort Hays, and wished to go there anyway, and it would make no difference to the other scouts, for none of them appeared willing to undertake the trip. Accordingly, that night I left Fort Earned on an excellent horse, and next morning at daylight found myself once more in General Sheridan's headquarters at Fort Hays. The General was surprised to see me, and still more so when I told him of the time I had made in riding to Fort Dodge, and that I had taken dispatches from Fort Dodge to Fort Lamed ; and when, in addition to this, I mentioned my journey of the night previous, General Sheridan thought my ride from post to post, taken as a whole, was a remark- able one, and he said that he did not know of its equal. I can safely say that I have never heard of its being beaten in a country infested with hostile Indians. To recapitulate : I had ridden from Fort Larned to Fort Zarah (a distance of sixty -five miles) and back in twelve hours, including the time when I was taken across the Arkansas by the Indians. In the succeeding twelve hours I had gone from Fort Larned to Fort Hays, a distance of sixty -five miles. In the next twenty-four hours I had gone RECAPITULATION. 199 from Fort Hays to Fort Dodge, a distance of ninety-five miles. The following night I had traveled from Fort Dodge thirty miles on muleback and thirty -five miles on foot to Fort Larned ; and the next night sixty-five miles more to Fort Hays. Altogether 1 had ridden (and walked) 355 miles in fifty-eight riding hours, or an average of over six miles an hour. Of course, this may not be regarded as very fast riding, but taking into consideration the fact that it was mostly done in the night and over a wild country, with no roads to follow, and that I had to be continually on the look out for Indians, it was thought at the time to be a big ride, as well as a most dangerous one. CHAPTER XVII. AN APPOINTMENT. /GENERAL SHERIDAN highly complimented me for \J~ what I had done, and informed me that I need not report back to General Hazen, as he had more important work for me to do. He told me that the Fifth Cavalry one of the finest regiments in the army was on its way to the Department of the Missouri, and that he was going to send it on an expedition against the Dog Soldier Indians, who were infesting the Republican River region. "Cody," continued he, "I have decided to appoint you as guide and chief of scouts with the command. How does that suit you ? " " First-rate, General, and I thank you for the honor," I replied, as gracefully as I knew how. The Dog Soldier Indians were a band of Cheyennes and unruly, turbulent members of other tribes, who would not enter into any treaty, or keep a treaty if they made one, and who had always refused to go upon a reservation. They were a warlike body of well-built, daring and restless braves, and were determined to hold possession of the country in the vicinity of the Republican and Solomon Rivers. They were called " Dog Soldiers " because they were prin- cipally Cheyennes a name derived from the French chien y a dog. 200 GEN'L. FORSYTH'S EXPEDITION. 201 After my conversation with the General, I went over to Hays City, where I met some of General Forsyth's scouts, who had just returned from one of the severest battles ever fought with the In- dians. As it will not be out of place in this connection, I will here give a brief history of that memorable event. The Indians had become quite trouble- some, and General Sheridan had selected General George A. f"\ Forsyth to go out on an expedition, and punish them for their GENERAL PHIL. SHERIDAN. recent depredations. There was a scarcity of troops at Fort Hays at that time, so General Forsyth recruited a com- pany of frontiersmen who could move rapidly, as they were to carry no luggage, and were to travel without the ordinary transportation. Thirty of these frontiersmen came from Fort Harker, and twenty from Fort Hays. It was certainly a small body of men, but nearly every one of them was an experienced hunter, guide, scout and Indian-fighter, and they could fight the red-skins in their own way. In four days they were prepared to take the field, and on the morning of the 29th of August, 1868, they rode out of Fort Hays to meet the Indians. Lieutenant F. H. Beecher, of the Third Infantry, nephew of Henry Ward Beecher, was second in command ; Brevet Major-General W. H. H. McCall, who had been in the volunteer army, acted as first sergeant ; Dr. John Mowers, of Hays City, who had been a volunteer army surgeon, was the surgeon of the expedition; and Sharpe Grover was the chief guide. Besting at Fort Wallace, they started September 10th, for 202 LIFE OF BUFFALO BILL. the town of Sheridan, thirteen miles distant, where a band of Indians had attacked a train, killed two teamsters, and stolen some cattle. Arriving at Sheridan they easily found the Indian trail, and followed it for some distance. On the eighth day out from Fort Wallace, the command went into camp late in the afternoon, on the Arickaree, which was then not more than eight or nine feet wide at that point, and only two or three inches deep. It was evident to the men that they were not far from the Indians, and it was decided that the next day they would find them and give them a fight. Early next morning, September 19th, the cry of " Indians " startled the command. Every man jumped for h,is horse. A half-dozen red-skins, yelling and whooping and making a hideous racket, and firing their guns, rode up and attempted to stampede the horses, several of which, together with the four pack-mules, were so frightened that they broke loose and got away. The Indians then rode off, followed by a few shots. In a minute afterwards, hundreds of Indian warriors it was estimated that there were nearly one thou- sand came galloping down upon the command from every quarter, completely hemming them in. Acting under the order of General- Forsyth, the men retreated to a small island, tied their horses in a circle to the bushes, and then, throwing themselves upon the ground, they began the defense by firing at the approaching enemy, who came pretty close and gave them a raking fire. The besieged scouts at the first opportunity threw up a small breastwork with their knives. The firing, however, con- tinued back and forth, and early in the fight Forsyth was twice seriously wounded once in the right thigh, and once in the left leg. Dr. Mowers was also wounded in the head, and soon died. Two other men had been killed, and several wounded. All the horses of the command were killed by nine o'clock in the morning. Shortly afterwards over three hundred Dog-Soldier Indi- A TERRIBLE BATTLE. 203 ans commanded by old " Roman Nose," charged down upon the little band of heroes, giving them volley after volley ; but finally the scouts, at a favorable opportunity, returned their fire with telling effect. " Roman Nose " and " Medicine Man " were killed, and fell from their horses when within less than one rod of the scouts, who thereupon sent up a trium- phant shout. The charging braves now weakened, and in a few moments they were driven back. It was a brilliant charge, arid was most nobly and bravely repulsed. The scouts had again suffered severely, having several men wounded, among the number being Lieutenant Beecherwho died that night. The Indians, too, had had quite a number killed, several of whom had fallen close to the earthworks. The dismounted Indian warriors still continued firing, but as the scouts had thrown up their intrenchments sufficiently to protect themselves by closely hugging the ground, little or no damage was done. A second charge was made by the mounted Indians about two o'clock in the afternoon, and they were again repulsed with a severe loss. Darkness finally came on, and then en- sued a cessation of hostilities. Two of the scouts had been killed, four fatally wounded, and fourteen others were wounded more or less severely. There were just twenty- eight able-bodied inen left out of the fifty. The supplies had run out, and as Dr. Mowers had been mortally wounded and the medical stores captured, the wounded men could not be properly cared for. Although they were entirely surrounded, and one hundred and ten miles from the nearest post, the men did not despair. They had an abundance of ammunition, plenty of water, under ground only a short distance, and for food they had their horses and mules. At night two of the scouts, Tra- deau and Stillwell, stole through the lines of the Indians, and started swiftly for Fort Wallace to obtain relief. It was a dangerous undertaking, but they were brave and ex- perienced scouts. Stillwell was only nineteen or twenty 204 LIFE OF BUFFALO BILL. years old, but he was, in every sense of the word, a thorough- bred frontiersman. During the night the besieged scouts threw up their breastworks considerably higher and piled the dead animals on top. They dug down to water, and also stored away a lot of horse and mule meat in the sand to keep it fresh as long as possible. The Indians renewed their firing next BATTLE ON THE. ARICKARBE. morning, and kept it up all day, doing but little injury, how- ever, as the scouts were now well entrenched ; but many an Indian was sent to his happy hunting ground. Night came again, and the prospects were indeed gloomy. An attempt was made by two more of the scouts to creep through the Indian lines, but they were detected by the enemy and had to return to their comrades. The next morning the Indians renewed hostilities as usual. RELIEF. 205 Their women and children began to disappear about noou, and then the Indians tried to draw the scouts out by dis- playing a white flag for a truce. They appeared to want to have a talk with General Forsy th, but as their treachery was well-known, the scouts did not fall into this trap. The Indi- ans had apparently become tired of fighting, especially as they found that they had a most stubborn foe to deal with. Night once more threw its mantle over the scene, and under the cover of the darkness Donovan and Ply ley, two of the best scouts, stealthily made their way out of the camp, and, started for Fort Wallace with a dispatch from General Forsyth, who gave a brief summary of the situation, and stated that if necessary he could hold out for six days longer. When the day dawned again, only a small number of warriors could be seen, and they probably remained to watch the scouts and keep them corraled. The uninjured men at- tended to the wounded as well as they could under the adverse circumstances, but from want of proper treatment, evidences of gangrene appeared in some of the wounds on the sixth day. The mule and horse meat became totally un- fit for use, but they had nothing else to eat, and had to eat it or starve. Under these trying circumstances the General told the men that any who wished to go might do so, and take their chances ; but they all resolved to remain, and die together, if need be. Relief came at last. Tradeau and Still well had safely reached Fort Wallace, and on the morning of the 25th of September, Colonel Carpenter and a detachment of cavalry arrived with supplies. This assistance to the besieged and starving scouts came like a vessel to ship-wrecked men drift- ing and starving on a raft in mid-ocean. It was with the survivors of this terrible fight that I spent the few days at Hays City, prior to the arrival of the Fifth Cavalry. CHAPTER XVIII. SCOUTING. ON the third day of October the Fifth Cavalry arrived at Fort Hays, and I at once began making the acquaint- ance of the different officers of the regiment. I was intro- duced by General Sheridan to Colonel William Royal, who was in command of the regiment. He was a gallant officer, and an agreeable and pleasant gentleman. He is now sta- tioned at Omaha as Inspector General in the department of of the Flatte. I also became acquainted with Major "W". H. Brown, Major Walker, Captain Sweetman, Quartermaster E. M. Hays, and in fact all the officers of the regiment. General Sheridan, being anxious to punish the Indians who had lately fought General Forsyth, did not give the regiment much of a rest, and accordingly on the 5th of October it began its march for the Beaver Creek country. The first night we camped on the South fork of Big Creek, four miles west of Hays City. By this time I had become pretty well acquainted with Major Brown and Captain Sweetman, who invited me to mess with them on this expe- dition ; and a jolly mess we had. There were other scouts in the command besides myself, and I particularly remember Tom Renahan, Hank Fields and a character called " Nosey " on account of his long nose. On the morning of the 6th we pulled out to the north, 206 THE FIFTH CAVALRY. 20T and during the day I was very favorably struck with the appearance of the regiment. It was a beautiful command, and when strung out on the prairie with a train of seventy- five six-mule wagons, ambulances and pack mules, I felt very proud of my position as guide and chief of scouts of such a warlike expedition. Just as we were about to go into camp on the Saline river that night, we ran on to a band of about fifteen Indians, who, seeing us, dashed across the creek, followed by some bullets which we sent after them ; but as the small band proved to be a scouting party, we pursued them only a mile or two, when our attention was directed to a herd of buffaloes they being very plenty and we succeeded in killing ten or fifteen for the command. The next day we inarched thirty miles, and late in the afternoon we went into camp on the South fork of the Solo- mon. At this encampment Colonel Royal asked me to go- out and kill some buffaloes for the boys. u All right, Colonel, send along a wagon or two to bring" in the meat," I said. " I am not in the habit of sending out my wagons until I know that there is something to be hauled in ; kill your buf- falo first and then I'll send out the wagons," was the Colo- nel's reply. I said no more, but went out on a hunt, and! after a short absence returned and asked the Colonel to send his wagons over the hill for the half dozen buffaloes I had killed. The following afternoon he again requested me to go out and get some fresh buffalo meat. I didn't ask him for any wagons this time, but rode out some distance, and coming up with a small herd, I managed to get seven of them headed straight for the encampment, and instead of shooting them just then, I ran them at full speed right into the camp,, and then killed them all, one after the other in rapid suc- cession. Colonel Royal witnessed the whole proceeding, which puzzled him somewhat; as he could see no reason why 208 LIFE OF BUFFALO BILL. I liad not killed them on the prairie. He came up, rather angrily, and demanded an explanation. " I can't allow any such business as this, Cody," said he, " what do you mean by it?" " I didirt care about asking for any wagons this time, Colonel ; so I thought I would make the buffaloes furnish their own transportation," was my reply. The Colonel saw the point in a moment, and had no more to say on the subject. No Indians had been seen in the vicinity during the day, BRINGING MEAT INTO CAMP. and Colonel Royal having carefully posted his pickets, sup- posed everything was serene for the night. But before morning we were roused from our slumbers by hearing shots fired, and immediately afterwards one of the mounted pickets came galloping into camp, saying that there were Indians close at hand. The companies all fell into line, and were soon prepared and anxious to give the red-skins battle; but as the men were yet new in the Indian country a great A FALSE ALARM. 209 many of them were considerably excited. No Indians, how- ever, made their appearance, and upon going to the picket- post where the picket said he had seen them, none could be found, nor could any traces of them be discovered. The sentinel, who was an Irishman insisted that there cer- tainly had been red-skins there. " But you must be mis- taken," said Colonel Royal. " Upon me sowl, Colonel, I'm not; as shure ez me name's Pat Maloney, one of thim rid divils hit me on the head wid a club, so he did," said Pat; and so, when morning came, the mystery was further inves- tigated and was easily solved. Elk tracks were found in the vicinity and it was undoubtedly a herd of elks that had frightened Pat; as he had turned to run, lie had gone under a limb of a tree, against "INDIANS!" which he hit his head, and supposed he had been struck by a club in the hands of an Indian. It was hard to convince Pat however, of the truth. A three days uninteresting march brought us to Beaver Creek where we camped and from which point scouting parties were sent out in different directions. Neither of these parties discovering Indians they all returned to camp about the same time, finding it in a state of great excitement, it hav- ing been attacked a few hours previous by a party of Indians, who had succeeded in killing two men and in making off with sixty horses belonging to Co. H. 210 LIFE OF BUFFALO BILL. That evening the command started on the trail of these Indian horse-thieves ; Major Brown with two companies and three days rations pushing ahead in advance of the main command. Being unsuccessful, however, in overtaking the Indians, and getting nearly out of provisions it being our eighteenth day out, the entire command marched towards the nearest railroad point, and camped on the Saline River ; dis- tant three miles from Buffalo Tank. While waiting for supplies we received a new commanding officer, Brevet Major-General E. A. Carr, who was the senior major of the regiment, and who ranked Colonel Royal. He brought with him the now celebrated Forsyth scouts, who were commanded by Lieutenant Pepoon, a regular army of- ficer. It was also while waiting in this camp that Major Brown received a new lieu- tenant to fill a va- cancy in his com- pany. On the day that this officer was to arrive, Major Brown had his private ambulance brought out, and invited me to accompany him to the railroad station to meet his lieutenant, whose name was A. B. Bache. He proved to be a fine gentleman, and a brave, dashing officer. On the way to the depot Major Brown had said, " Now, Cody, when we come back we'll give Bache a lively ride and shake him up a little." Major Brown was a jolly good fellow, but sometimes he would get " a little off," and as this was one of his " off days " he was bound to amuse himself in some original and mischievous way. Reaching the depot just as the train GEN'L E. A. CARR. INITIATING A NEW LIEUTENANT. 211 came in, we easily found the Lieutenant, and giving him the back seat in the ambulance we were soon headed for camp. Pretty soon Major Brown took the reins from his driver, and at once began whipping the mules. After getting them into a lively gallop he pulled out his revolver and fired sev- eral shots. The road was terribly rough and the night was so dark that we could hardly see where we were going. It was a wonderful piece of luck that we were not tipped over and our necks broken. Finally Bache said, good-humoredly : "Is this the way you break in all your Lieutenants, Major?" " Oh, no ; I don't do this as a regular thing, but it's the way we frequently ride in this country," said the Major; "just keep your seat, Mr. Bache, -and we'll take you through on time." The Major appropriated the reply of the old Cali- fornia stage driver, Hank Monk, to Horace Greely. We were now rattling down a steep hill at full speed, and just as we reached the bottom, the front wheels struck a deep ditch over which the mules had jumped. We were all brought up standing by the sudden stoppage of the ambu- lance. Major Brown and myself were nearly pitched out on the wheels, while the Lieutenant came flying headlong from the back seat to the front of the vehicle. " Take a back seat, Lieutenant," coolly said Major Brown. " Major, I have just left that seat," said Bache. We soon lifted the wagon out of the ditch, and then re- sumed our drive, running into camp under full headway, and creating considerable amusement. Every one recognized the ambulance and knew at once that Major Brown and I were out on a "lark," and therefore there was not much said about our exploit. Halting with a grand flourish in front of his tent. Major Brown jumped out in his most gallant style and politely asked his lieutenant in. A very pleasant evening was spent there, quite a number of the officers calling to make the acquaintance of the new officer, who entertained 212 LIFE OF BUFFALO BILL. the visitors with an amusing account of the ride from the depot. JSText morning at an early hour, the command started out on a hunt for Indians. General Carr having a pretty good idea where he would be most likely to find them, directed me to guide him by the nearest route to Elephant Eock on Beaver Creek. Upon arriving at the south fork of the Beaver on the sec- ond day's march, we discovered a large, fresh Indian trail which we hurridly followed for a distance of eight miles, when suddenly we saw on the bluffs ahead of us, quite a large number of Indians. General Carr ordered Lieutenant Pepoon's scouts and Com. pany M to the front. This company was commanded by Lieutenant Schinosky, a Frenchman by birth and a reckless dare-devil by nature, who was anxious to have a hair-lifting match. Having advanced his company nearly a mile ahead of the main command, about four hundred Indians suddenly charged down upon him and gave him a lively little fight, until he was supported by our full force. The Indians kept increasing in numbers all the while until it was estimated that we were fighting from eight hundred to one thousand of them. The engagement became quite general, and several were killed and wounded on each side. The Indians were evidently fighting to give their families and village, a chance to get away. We had undoubtedly surprised them with a larger force than they had ex- pected to see in that part of the country. We fought them until dark, all the time driving them before us. At night they annoyed us considerably by firing down into our camp from the higher hills, and several times the command was ordered out to dislodge them from their position and drive them back. After having returned from one of these little sallies, Major Brown, Captain Sweet man , Lieutenant Bache and myself were taking supper together, when " whang ! " came A CRACK SHOT. 213 a bullet into Lieutenant Bache's plate, breaking a hole through it. The bul- let came from the gun of one of the Indians, who had returned to the high bluff over-looking our camp. Major Brown declared it was a crack shot, because it broke the plate. We finished our supper with- out having any more such close calls. At daylight next morn- ing we struck out on the trail, and soon came to the spot where the Indians had camped the day before. We could see that their vil- lage was a very large one, consisting of about five hundred lodges ; and we pushed forward rapidly from this point on the trail which ran back toward Prairie Dog Creek. About two o'clock we came in sight of the retreat- ing village, and soon the warriors turned back to give us battle. They set fire to the prairie grass in front of us, and on all sides, in order to delay us as much as possible. We kept up a running fight for the remainder of the LIFE OF BUFFALO BILL. afternoon, and the Indians repeatedly attempted to lead us off the track of their flying village, but their trail was easily followed, as they were continually dropping tepee poles, camp kettles, robes, furs and all heavy articles belong- ing to them. They were evidently scattering, and it finally became difficult for us to keep on the main trail. When darkness set in, we went into camp, it being useless to try to follow the Indians after nightfall. Next morning we were again on the trail, which led north, and back towards the Beaver Creek, which stream it crossed within a few miles of the spot where we had first discovered the Indians, they having made nearly a complete circle, in hopes of misleading us. Late in the afternoon, we again saw them going over a hill far ahead of us, and towards evening the main body of warriors came back and fought us once more ; but we continued to drive them until darkness set in, when we camped for the night. The Indians soon scattered in every direction, but we fol- lowed the main trail to the Republican river, where we made a cut-off, and then went north towards thePlatte river. We found, however, that the Indians by traveling night and day had got a long start, and the General concluded that it was useless to follow them any further, as we had pushed them hard, and given them such a scare that they would leave the Republican country and go north across the Union Pacific railroad. Most of the Indians, as he had predicted, did cross thePlatte river, near Ogallala, on the Union Pacific, and thence continued northward. That night we returned to the Republican river and camped in a grove of cottonwoods, which I named Carr's Grove, in honor of the commanding officer. The General told me that the next day's march would be towards the head-waters of the Beaver, and he asked me the distance. I replied that it was about twenty-five miles, and he said we would make it the next day. Getting an early start in the morning, we struck out across the prairie, my A WATER QUESTION. 215 position as guide being ahead of the advance guard. About two o'clock General Carr overtook me, and asked how far I supposed it was to water. I thought it was about eight miles, although we could see no sign or indication of any stream in our front. " Pepoon's scouts say that you are going in the wrong direction, " said the General, " and in the way you are bear- ing it will be fifteen miles before you can strike any of the branches of the Beaver; and that when you do, you will find no water, for the Beavers are dry at this time of the year at that point." "General, I think the scouts are mistaken," said I, "for the Beaver has more water near its head than it has below ; and at the place where we will strike the stream we will find immense beaver dams, large enough and strong enough to cross the whole command, if you wish." "Well, Cody, go ahead," said he, "I'll leave it to you, but remember that I don't want a dry camp." " No danger of that," said I, and then I rode on, leaving liim to return to the command. As I had predicted, we found water seven or eight miles further on, where we came upon a beautiful little stream a tributary of the Beaver hidden in the hills. We had no difficulty in selecting a good halting place, and obtaining fresh spring water and excellent grass. The General, upon learning from me that the stream which was only eight or nine miles long had no name, took out his map and located it, and named it Cody's Creek, which name it still bears. We pulled out early next morning for the Beaver, and when we were approaching the stream I rode on ahead of the advance guard, in order to find a crossing. Just as I turned a bend of the creek, " bang ! " went a shot, and down went my horse myself with him. I disentangled myself, and jumped behind the dead body. Looking in the direc- tion whence the shot had come, I saw two Indians, and at once turned niy gun loose on them, but in the excitement 13 216 LIFE OF BUFFALO BILL. of the moment I missed my aim. They fired two or three more shots, and I returned the compliment, wounding one of their horses. On the opposite side of the creek, going over the hill, I observed a few lodges moving rapidly away, and also Borne mounted warriors, who could see me, and who kept blazing away with their guns. The two Indians who had fired at me and had killed my horse were retreating across the creek on a beaver dam. I sent a few shots after them to accel- erate their speed, and also fired at the ones on the other side of the stream. I was undecided as to whether it was best to run back to the command on foot or hold my position. I knew that within a few minutes the troops would come up, and if they heard the firing they would come rapidly. The Indians, seeing that I was alone, turned and charged down the hill, and were about to re-cross the creek to corral me, when the advance guard of the command put in an appearance on the ridge, and dashed forward to my rescue. The red-skins whirled and made off. When General Carr came up, he ordered Company I to go in pursuit* of the band. I accompanied Lieutenant Brady, who commanded, and we had a running fight with the Indians, lasting several hours. "We captured several head of their horses and most of their lodges. At night we returned to the command, which by this time had crossed the creek on the beaver dam. "We scouted for several days along the river, and had two or three lively skirmishes. Finally our supplies began to run low, and General Carr gave orders to return to Fort Wallace, which we reached three days afterwards, and where we remained several days. While the regiment was waiting here for order?, I spent most of the time in hunting buffaloes, and one day while I was out with a small party, we were "jumped" by about fifty Indians. We had a severe fight of at least an hour, when we succeeded in driving the enemy. They lost four A LIVELY FIGHT. 217 of their warriors, and probably concluded that we were a hard crowd. I had some excellent marksmen with me, and they did some fine work, sending the bullets thick and fast where they A HARD CROWD. would do the most good. Two or three of our horses had been hit, and one man had been wounded ; we were ready and willing to stay with the red-skins as long as they wished but they finally gave it up however, as a bad job, and rode off. "We finished our hunt, and went back to the post loaded down with plenty of buffalo meat, and received the compliments of the General for our little tight. CHAPTER XIX. A TOUGH TIME. riEISTERAL CARR soon received orders from General \-A Sheridan that he was to make a winter's campaign in the Canadian river country, and that we were to proceed to Fort Lyon, on the Arkansas river, in Colorado, and there fit out for the expedition. Leaving Fort Wallace in November, 1868, we arrived at Fort Lyon in the latter part of the month, and outfitted for the coming expedition. General Penrose had left this post three weeks previously with a command of some three hundred men. He had taken no wagons with him and his supply train was com- posed only of pack mules. General Carr was ordered to follow with supplies on his trail and overtake him as soon as possible. I was particularly anxious to catch up with Pen- rose's command, as my old friend Wild Bill was among his scouts. We followed the trail very easily for the first three days, and then we were caught in Freeze-Out canyon by a fearful snow storm, which compelled us to go into camp for a day. The ground now being covered with snow, we found that it would be almost impossible to follow Pen- rose's trail any further, especially as he had left no sign to indicate the direction he was going. General Carr sent for me and said that as it was very important that we should not lose the trail, he wished that I would 218 CAMPING IN THE SNOW. OUT IN A SNOW STORM. 221 take some scouts with me, and while the command re- mained in camp, push on as far as possible and see if I could not discover some traces of Penrose or where he had camped at any time. Accompanied by four men I started out in the blinding snow storm, taking a southerly direction. We rode twenty- four miles, and upon reaching a tributary of the Cimarron, we scouted up and down the stream for a few miles and finally found one of Penrose's old camps. It was now late in the afternoon, and as the command would come up the next day, it was not necessary for all of us to return with the information to General Carr. So riding down into a sheltered place in a bend of the creek, we built a fire and broiled some venison from a deer which we'had shot during the day, and after eating a substantial meal, I left the four men there, while I returned to bring up the troops. It was eleven o'clock at night when I got back to the carnp. A light was still burning in the General's tent, he having remained awake, anxiously awaiting my return. He was glad to see me, and was overjoyed at the information I brought, for he had great fears concerning the safety of Gen- eral Penrose. He roused np his cook and ordered him to get me a good hot supper, all of which I greatly appreciated. I passed the night in the General's tent, and next morning rose refreshed and prepared for a big day's work. The command took up its march next day for the Cimar- ron, and had a hard tramp of it on account of the snow hav- ing drifted to a great depth in many of the ravines, and in some places the teamsters had to shovel their way through. We arrived at the Cimarron at sundown, and went into a nice warm carnp. Upon looking around next morning, we found that Penrose, having been unencumbered by wagons, had kept on the west side of the Cimarron, and the country was so rough that it was impossible for us to stay on his trail with our wagons; but knowing that he would certainly follow down the river, General Carr concluded to take the best 222 LIFE OF BUFFALO BILL. wagon route along the stream, which I discovered to be on the east side. Before we could make any headway with our wagon train we had to leave the river and get out on the divide. "We were very fortunate that day in finding a splen- did road for some distance, until we were all at once brought up standing on a high table-land, overlooking a beautiful winding creek that lay far below us in the valley. The question that troubled us, was, how we were to get the wagons down. We were now in the foot-hills of the Rattoon Moun- tains, and the bluff we were on was very steep. " Cody, we're in a nice fix now," said General Carr. " Oh, that's nothing," was my reply. " But you can never take the train down," said he. "Never you mind the train, General. You say you are looking for a good camp. How does that beautiful spot down in the valley suit you ? " I asked him. " That will do. I can easily descend with the cavalry, but how to get the wagons down there is a puzzler to me," said he. " By the time you've located your camp, your wagons shall be there," said I. " All right, Cody, I'll leave it to you, as you seem to want to be boss," replied he pleasantly. lie at once ordered the command to dismount and lead the horses down the mountain-side. The wagon train was a mile in the rear, and when it came up, one of the drivers asked : " How are we going down there ? " "Run down, slide down or fall down anyway to get down," said I. " We never can do it ; it's too steep ; the wagons will run over the mules," said another wagon-master. "I guess not; the mules have got to keep out of the way," was my reply. Telling Wilson, the chief wagon-master, to bring on his mess-wagon, which was at the head of the train, I said I would try the experiment at least. Wilson drove the team A SLIDE DOWN HILL. 223 and wagon to the brink of the hill, and following my direc- tions he brought out some extra chains with which we locked both wheels on each side, and then rough-locked them. We' then started the wagon down the hill. The wheel-horses or rather the wheel-mules were good on the hold-back, and we got along finely until we nearly reached the bottom, when the wagon crowded the mules so hard that they started on a run and galloped down into the valley and to the place where General Carr had located his camp. Three other wagons immediately followed in the same way, and in half an hour every wagon was in camp, without the least accident having occurred. It was indeed an exciting sight to see the six-mule teams come straight down the mountain and finally break into a full run. At times it looked as if the wagons would turn a somersault and land on the mules. This proved to be a lucky march for us as far as gaining on Penrose was concerned, for the route he had taken on the west side of the stream turned out to be a bad one, and we went with our immense wagon train as far in one day as Penrose had in seven. His command had marched on to a plateau or high table-land so steep, that not even a pack mule could descend it, and he was obliged to retrace his steps a long ways, thus losing three days time as we afterwards learned. While in this camp we had a lively turkey hunt. The trees along the banks of the stream were literally alive with wild turkeys, and after unsaddling the horses between two and three hundred soldiers surrounded a grove of timber and had a grand turkey round-up, killing four or five hun- dred of the birds, with guns, clubs and stones. Of course, we had turkey in every style after this hunt roast turkey, boiled turkey, fried turkey, "turkey on toast," and 80 on ; and we appropriately called this place Camp Turkey. From this point on, for several days, we had no trouble in following Penrose's trail, which led us in a southeasterly 224: LIFE OF BUFFALO BILL. direction towards tlie Canadian River. No Indians were seen, nor any signs of them found. One day, while riding in advance of the command, down San Francisco Creek, I heard some one calling my name from a little bunch of wil- low brush on the opposite "bank, and, upon looking closely at the spot, I saw a negro. "Sakes alive! Massa Bill, am dat you? " asked the man,, whom I recognized as one of the colored soldiers of the Tenth Cavalry. I next heard him say to some one in the brush : "Come out o' heah. Bar's Massa Buffalo Bill." Then he sang out, " Massa Bill, is you got any hawd tack ? " " Nary a hard tack ; but the wagons will be along pres- ently, and then you can get all you want," said I. " Dat's de best news Pse heerd f oah sixteen long days,, Massa Bill," said he. " Where's your command ? "Where's General Penrose? " I asked. "I dunno," said the darkey ; " we got lost, and we's been a starvin' eber since." By this time two other negroes had emerged from their place of concealment. They had deserted Penrose's com- mand which was out of rations and nearly in a starving condition and were trying to make their way back to Fort Lyon. General Carr concluded, from what they could tell him, that General Penrose was somewhere on Polladora Creek; but we could not learn anything definite from the starved u mokes," for they knew not where they were them- selves. Having learned that General Penrose's troops were in such bad shape, General Carr ordered Major Brown to start out the next morning with two companies of cavalry and fifty pack-mules loaded with provisions, and to make all possible speed to reach and relieve the suffering soldiers. I accompanied this detachment, and on the third day out we found the half-famished soldiers camped on the Polladora. The camp presented a pitiful sight, indeed. For over two ARRIVAL AT PENROSE'S CAMP. 225 weeks the men had had only quarter rations, and were now nearly starved to death. Over two hundred horses ami mules were lying dead, having died from fatigue and starva- tion. General Penrose, having feared that General Carr would not* find him, had sent back a company of the Seventh. Cavalry to Fort Lyon for supplies ; but no word as yet had WELCOME VISITOK. been heard from them. The rations which Major Brown brought to the command came none too soon, and were the means of saving many a life. About the first man I saw after reaching the camp wa& my old, true and tried friend, Wild Bill. That night we had a jolly reunion around the camp-fires. General Carr, upon arriving with his force, took command 226 LIFE OF BUFFALO BILL. of all the troops, he being the senior officer and ranking General Penrose. After selecting a good camp, he unloaded the wagons and sent them back to Fort Lyon for fresh sup- plies. He then picked out five hundred of the best men and horses, and, taking his pack-train with him, he started south for the Canadian River, distant about forty miles, leaving the rest of the troops at the supply camp. I was ordered to accompany this expedition. We struck the south fork of the Canadian River, or Rio Colorado, at .a point a few miles above the old adobe walls, which at one time had composed a fort, and was the place where Kit Car- son once had a big Indian fight. We were now within twelve miles of a new supply depot, called Camp Evans, which had been established for the Third Cavalry and Evans's Expedition from New Mexico. The scouts who liad brought in this information also reported that they expected the arrival at Camp Evans of a bull-train from New Mexico with a large quantity of beer for tlie soldiers. This news was "pie" for Wild Bill and myself, and we determined to lie low for that beer outfit. That very even- ing it came along, and the beer that was destined for the soldiers at Camp Evans never reached its destination. It 'went straight down the thirsty throats of General Carr's command. It appears that the Mexicans living near Fort Union had manufactured the beer, and were taking it through to Camp Evans to sell to the troops, but it struck a lively market without going so far. It was sold to our boys in pint cups, and as the weather was very cold we warmed the beer by putting the ends of our picket-pins heated red-hot into the cups. The result was one of the biggest beer jolli- fications I ever had the misfortune to attend. One evening General Carr summoned me to his tent, and said he wished to send some scouts with dispatches to Camp Supply, which were to be forwarded from there to Sheridan. He ordered me to call the scouts together at once at his headquarters, and select the men who were to go. I asked TROUBLE AMONG THE SCOUTS. 227 him if I should not go myself, but he replied that he wished me to remain with the command, as he could not spare me. The distance to Camp Supply was about two hundred miles, and owing to the very cold weather it was anything but a pleasant trip. Consequently none of the scouts were anxious to undertake it. It was finally settled, however, that Wild Bill, a half-breed called Little Geary, and three other scouts should carry the dispatches, and they accordingly took their departure next day, with instructions to return to the com- mand as soon as possible. For several days we scouted along the Canadian River, but found no signs of Indians. General Carr then went back to his camp, and soon afterwards our wagon train came in from Fort Lyon with a fresh load of provisions. Our animals being in poor condition, we remained in different camps along San Francisco Creek and the north fork of the Canadian, until Wild Bill and his scouts returned from Camp Supply. Among the scouts of Penrose's command were fifteen Mexicans, and between them and the American scouts there had existed a feud ; when General Carr took command of the expedition uniting it with his own and I was made chief of all the scouts, this feud grew more intense, and the Mexicans often threatened to clean us out ; but they post- poned the undertaking from time to time, until one day, while we were all at the sutler's store, the long-expected fight took place, and resulted in the Mexicans getting severely beaten. General Carr, upon hearing of the row, sent for Wild Bill and myself, he having concluded, from the various statements which had been made to him, that we were the instiga- tors of the affair. But after listening to what we had to say, he thought that the Mexicans were as much to blame as we were. It is not to be denied that Wild Bill and myself had been partaking too freely of "tanglefoot" that evening; and LIFE OF BUFFALO BILL. General Carr said to me : " Cody, there are plenty of ante- lopes in the country, and you can do some hunting for the camp while we stay here." " All right, General, I'll do it." After that I put in my time hunting, and with splendid success, killing from fifteen to twenty antelopes a day, which kept the men well supplied with fresh meat. At length, our horses and mules having become suf- ficiently recruited to travel, we returned to Fort Lyon, arriving there in March, 1869, where the command was to rest and recruit for thirty days, before proceeding to the Department of the Platte, whither it had been ordered. CHAPTER XX. AN EXCITING CHASE. ENERAL CARR, at my request, kindly granted me one month's leave of absence to visit my family in St. Louis, and ordered Captain Hays, our quartermaster, to let me ride my mule and horse to Sheridan, distant 140 miles, where I was to take the cars. I was instructed to leave the animals in the quartermaster's corral at Fort Wallace until I should come back, but instead of doing this I put them both in the care of my old friend Perry, the hotel-keeper at Sheridan. After a twenty days absence in St. Louis, pleasantly spent with my family, I returned to Sheridan, and there learned that my mule and horse had been seized by the government. It seems that the quartermaster's agent at Sheridan had reported to General Bankhead, commanding Fort Wallace, and to Captain Laufer, the quartermaster, that I had left the country and had sold a government horse and mule to Mr. Perry, and of course Captain Laufer took possession of the animals and threatened to have Perry arrested for buying government property. Perry explained to him the facts in the case and said that I would return in a few days ; but the captain would pay no attention to his statements. I immediately went over to the office of the quartermaster's agent, and had Perry point him out to me. I at once laid hold of him, and in a short time had treated him to just such a thrashing as his contemptible lie deserved. 229 230 LIFE OF BUFFALO BILL. He then mounted a horse, rode to Fort Wallace, and re- ported me to General Bankhead and Captain Laufer, and obtained a guard to return with and protect him. The next morning I secured a horse from Perry, and pro- ceeding to Fort Wallace demanded my horse and mule from General Bankhead, on the ground that they were quar- termaster Hays' property and belonged to General Carr's command, and that 1 had obtained permission to ride them to Sheridan and back. General Bankhead, in a gruff man- ner ordered me out of his office and off the reservation, say- ing that if I didn't take a hurried departure he would have me forcibly put out. I told him to do it and be hanged ; I might have used a stronger expression, and upon second thought, I believe I did. I next interviewed Captain Laufer and demanded of him also the horse and mule, as I was re- sponsible for them to Quartermaster Hays. Captain Laufer intimated that I was a liar and that I had disposed of the animals. Hot words ensued between us, and he too ordered me to leave the post. I replied that General Bankhead had commanded me to do the same thing, but that I had not yet gone ; and that I did not propose to obey any orders of an inferior officer. Seeing that it was of no use to make any further effort to get possession of the animals I rode back to Sheridan, and just as I reached there I met the quartermaster's agent com- ing out from supper, with his head tied up. It occurred to me that he had not received more than one half the punish- ment justly due him, and that now would be a good time to give him the balance so I carried the idea into immediate execution. After finishing the job in good style, I informed him that he could not stay in that town while I remained there, and convinced him that Sheridan was not large enough to hold us both at the same time ; he accordingly left the place and again went to Fort Wallace, this time reporting to General Bankhead that I had driven him away, and had threatened to kill him. IN THE GUARD HOUSE. 231 That night while sleeping at the Perry House, I was awakened by a tap on the shoulder and upon looking up I was considerably surprised to see the room filled with armed ne- groes who had their guns all pointed at me. The first words I heard came from the sergeant, who said : "Now look a-heah, Massa Bill, ef you makes a move we'll blow you off de farm, shuah ! " Just then Captain Ezekiel entered and ordered the soldiers to stand back. " Captain, what does this mean ? " I asked. " I am sorry, Bill, but I have been ordered by General Bankhead to arrest you and bring you to Fort Wallace," said he. " That's all right," said I, " but you could have made the arrest alone, without having brought the whole Thirty-eighth Infantry with you." " I know that, Bill," replied the Captain, " but as you've not been in very good humor for the last day or two, I didn't know how you would act." I hastily dressed, and accompanied Captain Ezekiel to Fort Wallace, arriving there at two o'clock in the morning. "Bill, I am really sorry," said Captain Ezekiel, as we alighted, " but I have orders to place you in the guard- house, and I must perform my duty." " Very well, Captain ; I don't blame you a bit," said I ; and into the guard-house I went as a prisoner for the first and only time in my life. The sergeant of the guard who- was an old friend of mine, belonging to Captain Graham's company, which was stationed there at the time did not put me into a cell, but kindly allowed me to stay in his room and occupy his bed, and in a few minutes I was snoring- away as if nothing unusual had occurred. Shortly after reveille Captain Graham called to see me. He thought it was a shame for me to be in the guard-house, and said that he would interview General Bankhead in my behalf as soon as he got up. The Captain had a nice break- fast prepared for me, and then departed. At guard-mount 232 LIFE OF BUFFALO BILL. I was not sent for, contrary to my expectations, and there- upon I had word conveyed to Captain Graham, who was officer of the day, that I wanted to see General Bankhead. The Captain informed me that the General absolutely re- fused to hold any conversation whatever with me. At this time there was no telegraph line between Fort Wallace and Fort Lyon, and therefore it was impossible for me to telegraph to General Carr, and I determined to send a -dispatch direct to General Sheridan. I accordingly wrote out .a long telegram informing him of my difficulty, and had it taken to the telegraph office for transmission ; but the ope- rator, instead of sending it at once as he should have done, .showed, it to General Bankhead, who tore it up, and instructed the operator not to pay any attention to what I might say, as he was running that post. Thinking it very strange that I received no answer during the day I went to the telegraph office, accompanied by a guard, and learned from the operator what he had done. " See here, my young friend," said I, " this is a public telegraph line, and I want my telegram sent, or there'll be trouble." 1 re-wrote my dispatch and handed it to him, accompanied with the money to pay for the transmission, saying, as I did O : " Young man, I wish that telegram sent direct to Chi- cago. You know it is your duty to send it, and it must go." He knew very well that he was compelled to transmit the message, but before doing so he called on General Bank- head and informed him of what I had said, and told him that he would certainly have to send it, for if he didn't he might lose his position. The General, seeing that the tele- gram would have to go, summoned me to his headquarters, and the first thing he said, after I got into his presence was: "If I let you go, sir, will you leave the post at once and not bother my agent at Sheridan again ? " " No, sir ; " I replied, " I'll do nothing of the kind. I'll I RETURN TO FORT LYON. 233 remain in the guard-house until I receive an answer from General Sheridan." " If I give you the horse and mule will you proceed at once to Fort Lyon ? " " No, sir ; I have some bills to settle at Sheridan and some other business to transact," ivplied I. " Well, sir ; will you at least agree not to interfere any further with the quartermaster's agent at Sheridan ? " "I shall not bother him any mure, sir, as I have had all I want from him," was my answer. General Bankhead thereupon sent for Captain Laufer and ordered him to turn the horse and mule over to me. In a few minutes more I was on my way to Sheridan, and after settling my business there, I proceeded to Fort Lyon, arriv- ing two days afterwards. I related my adventures to Gen- eral Carr, Major Brown, and other officers, who were greatly amused thereby. " I'm glad you've come, Bill," said General Carr, "as I have been wanting you for the last two weeks. While we have been at this post several valuable animals, as well as a large number of government horses and mules have been stolen, and we think that the thieves are still in the vicinity of the fort, but as yet we have been unable to discover their rendezvous. I have had a party out for the last few days in the neighborhood of old Fort Lyon, and they have found fresh tracks down there and seern to think that the stock is concealed somewhere in the timber, along the Arkansas river. Bill Green, one of the scouts who has just come up from there, can perhaps tell you something more about the matter." Green, who had been summoned, said that he had dis- covered fresh trails before striking the heavy timber oppo- site old Fort Lyon, but that in the tall grass he could not follow them. He had marked the place where he had last seen fresh mule tracks, so that he could find it again. " Now, Cody, you're just the person we want," said the General. U 234: L IFE OF BUFFALO BILL. " Yery well, I'll get a fresh mount, and to-morrow I'll go down and see what I can discover," said I. " You had better take two men besides Green, and a pack mule with eight or ten days' rations," suggested the General,. " so .that if you find the trail you can follow it up, as I am very anxious to get back this stolen property. The scoun- drels have taken one of my private horses and also Lieu- tenant Forbush's favorite little black race mule." Next morning I started out after the horse-thieves, being accompanied by Green, Jack Farley, and another scout* The mule track, marked by Green, was easily found, and with very little difficulty I followed it for about two miles into the timber and came upon a place where, as I could plainly see from numerous signs, quite a number of head of stock had been tied among the trees and kept for several days. This was evidently the spot where the thieves had been hiding their stolen stock until they had accumulated quite a herd. From this point it was difficult to trail them, as they had taken the stolen animals out of the timber one by one and in different directions, thus showing that they were experts at the business and experienced frontiersmen, for no Indian could have exhibited more cunning in cover- ing up a trail than did they. I abandoned the idea of following their trail in this imme- diate locality, so calling my men together, I told them that we would ride out for about five miles and make a complete circuit about the place, and in this way we would certainly find the trail on which they had moved out. While making the circuit we discovered the tracks of twelve animals four mules and eight horses in the edge of some sand-hills, and from thjs point we had no trouble in trailing them down the Arkansas river, which they had crossed at Sand Creek, and then had gone up the latter stream, in the direction of Den- ver, to winch place they were undoubtedly bound. When nearing Denver their trail became so obscure that we at last lost it ; but by inquiring of the settlers along the road which they had taken, we occasionally heard of them. CAPTURE OF THE HORSE THIEVES. 235 When within four miles of Denver this was on a Thurs- day we learned that the horse-thieves had passed there two days before. I came to the conclusion they would attempt to dispose of the animals in Denver, and being aware that Saturday was the great auction day there, I thought it best to remain where we were at a hotel, and not go into the city until that day. It certainly would not have been advisable for me to have gone into Denver meantime because I was well-known there, and if the thieves had learned of my presence in the city they would at once have suspected my business. Early Saturday morning, we rode into town and stabled our horses at the Elephant Corral. I secured a room from Ed. Chase, overlooking the corral, and then took up my post of observation. I did not have long to wait, for a man, whom I readily recognized as one of our old packers, rode into the corral mounted upon Lieutenant Forbush's racing mule, and leading another government mule, which I also identified. It had been recently branded, and over the " U. S." was a plain " D. B." I waited for the man's com- panion to put in an appearance, but he did not come, and my conclusion was that lie was secreted outside of the city with the rest of the animals. Presently the black mule belonging to Forbush was put up at auction. Now, thought I, is the time to do my work. So, walking through the crowd, who were bidding for the mule, I approached the man who had offered him for sale. He recognized me and endeavored to escape, but I seized him by the shoulder, saying : " I guess, my friend, that you'll have. to go with me. If you make any resist- ance, I'll shoot you on the spot." He was armed with a pair of pistols, which I took away from him. Then inform- ing the auctioneer that I was a United States detective, and showing him as well as an inquisitive officer my commis- sion as such, I told him to stop the sale, as the mule was stolen property, and that I had arrested the thief, wkose name was "Williams. 236 LIFE OF BUFFALO BILL. Farley and Green, who were near at hand, now came for- ward, and together we took the prisoner and the mules three miles down the Platte River; there, in a thick bunch of timber, we all dismounted and made preparations to hang Williams from a limb, if he did not tell us where his partner was. At first he denied knowing anything about any partner, or any other stock ; but when he saw that we were in earnest, and would hang him at the end of the given time five minutes unless he " squealed," he told us that his "pal" was at an unoccupied house three miles further down the river. "We immediately proceeded to the spot indicated, and as we came within sight of the house we saw our stock grazing near by. Just as we rode up to the door, another one of our old packers, whom I recognized as Bill Bevins, stepped to the front, and I covered him instantly with my rifle before he could draw his revolver. I ordered him to throw up his hands, and he obeyed the command. Green then disarmed him and brought him out. We looked through the house and found their saddles, pack-saddles, blankets, overcoats, lariats and two Henry rifles, which we took possession of. The horses and mules we tied in a bunch, and with the whole out- fit we returned to Denver, where we lodged Williams and Bevins in jail, in charge of my friend, Sheriff Edward Cook. The next day we took them out, and, tying each one on a mule, we struck out on our return trip to Fort Lyon. At the hotel outside the city, where we had stopped on Thursday and Friday, we were joined by our man with the pack-mule. That night we camped on Cherry Creek, seven- teen miles from Denver. The weather it being in April- was cold and stormy, but we found a warm and cosy camp- ing place in a bend of the creek. We made our beds in a row, with our feet towards the fire. The prisoners so far had appeared very docile, and had made no attempt to escape, and therefore I did not think it necessary to hobble them. We made them sleep on the inside, and it was so ESCAPE OF BEVINS. 237 arranged that some one of us should be on guard all the time. At about one o'clock in the night it began snowing, while I was watching. Shortly before three o'clock, Jack Far- ley, who was then on guard, and sitting on the foot of the bed, with his back to the prisoners, was kicked clear into the fire by Williams, and the next moment Bevins, who had got hold of his shoes which I had thought were out of his reach sprang up and jumped over the h're, and started on a ran. I sent a shot after him as soon as I awoke sufficiently to comprehend what was taking place. Williams attempted to follow him, and as he did so, 1 whirled around and knocked him down with my revolver. Farley by this time had gathered himself out of the h're, and Green had started after Bevins, firing at him on the run ; but the prisoner made his escape into the brush. In his flight, unfortunately for him, and luckily for us, he dropped one of his shoes. Leaving Williams in the charge of Farley and "Long Doc," as we called the man with the pack-mule, Green and myself struck out after Bevins as fast as possible. We heard him breaking through the brush, but knowing that it would be useless to follow him on foot, we went back to the camp and saddled up two of the fastest horses, and at day- light we struck out on his trail, which was plainly visible in the snow. He had got an hour and a half the start of us. His tracks led us in the direction of the mountains and the South Platte River, arid as the country through which he was passing was covered with prickly pears, we knew that he could not escape stepping on them with his one bare foot, and hence we were likely to overtake him in a short time. We could see, however, from the long jumps that lie was taking, that he was making excellent time, but we fre- quently noticed, after we had gone some distance, that the prickly pears and stones along his route were cutting his bare foot, as nearly every track of it was spotted with blood. We had run our horses some twelve miles when we saw Bevins crossing a ridge about two miles ahead. Urging 238 LIFE OF BUFFALO BILL. our horses up to their utmost speed, \ve reached the ridge just as he was descending the divide towards the South Platte, which stream was very deep and swift at this point. It became evident that if he should cross it ahead of us, he would have a good chance of making his escape. So push- ing our steeds as fast as possible, we rapidly gained on him, and when within a hundred yards of him I cried to him to halt or I would shoot. Knowing I was a good shot, he stop- ped, and, coolly sitting down, waited till we came up. " Bevins, you've given us a good run," said I. " Yes," said he, " and if I had had fifteen minutes more of a start and got across the Platte, I would have laughed at the idea of your ever catching me." Bevin's run was the most remarkable feat of the kind ever known, either of a white man, or an Indian. A man who could run bare-footed in the snow eighteen miles through a prickly pear patch, was certainly a " tough one," and that's the kind of a person Bill Bevins was. Upon looking at his bleeding foot I really felt sorry for him. He asked me for my knife, and I gave him my sharp-pointed bowie, with which he dug the prickly pear briars out of his foot. I con- sidered him as " game " a man as I had ever met. " Bevins, I have got to take you back," said I, " but as you can't walk with that foot, you can ride my horse and I'll foot it." We accordingly started back for our camp, with Bevins on my horse, which was led either by Green or myself, as we alternately rode the other horse. W'e kept a close watch on Bevins, for we had ample proof that he needed watching. His wounded foot must have pained him terribly but not a word of complaint escaped him. On arriving at the camp we found Williams bound as we had left him and he seemed sorry that we had captured Bevins. After breakfasting we resumed our journey, and nothing worth of note again occurred until we reached the Arkansas river, where we found a vacant cabin and at once took pos- THE RECAPTURE OP BEVINS. ESCAPE OF WILLIAMS. 241 session of it for the night. There was no likelihood of Bevins again trying to escape, for his foot had swollen to an enormous size, arid was useless. Believing that Williams could not escape from the cabin, we unbound him. We then went to sleep, leaving Long Doc on guard, the cabin being comfortably wanned and well lighted by the fire. It was a dark, stormy night so dark that you could hardly see your hand before you. At about ten o'clock, Williams asked Long Doc to allow him to step to the door for a moment. Long Doc, who had his revolver in his hand, did not think it necessary to wake us up, and believing that he could take care of the prisoner, he granted his request. Williams there- upon walked to the outer edge of the door, while Long Doc, revolver in hand, was watching him from the inside. Sud- denly Williams made a spring to the right, #nd before Doc could even raise his revolver, he had dodged around the house. Doc jumped after him, and fired just as he turned .a corner, the report bringing us all to our feet, and in an in- stant we knew what had happened. I at once covered Bev- ins with my revolver, but as I saw that he could hardly stir, and was making no demonstration, I lowered the weapon. Just then Doc came in swearing "a blue streak," and an- nounced that Williams had escaped. There was nothing for us to do except to gather our horses close to the cabin and stand guard over them for the rest of the night, to prevent the possibility of Williams sneaking up and stealing one of them. That was the last I ever saw or heard of Williams. We finally got back to Fort Lyon with Buvins, and Gen- eral Carr, to whom I immediately reported, complimented us highly on the success of our trip, notwithstanding we had lost one prisoner. The next day we took Bevins to Bongs' ranch on Picket Wire Creek, and there turned him over to the civil authorities, who put him in a log jail to await his trial. He never was tried, however, for he soon made his escape, as I expected he would do. I heard no more of him until 1872, when I learned that he was skirmishing around on Laramie 242 LIFE OF BUFFALO BILL. Plains at liis old tricks. He sent word by the gentleman from whom I gained this information, that if lie ever met me again lie would kill me on sight. He finally was arrested and convicted for robbery, and was confined in the prison at Laramie City. Again he made his escape, and soon after- wards he organized a desperate gang of outlaws who infested the country north of the Union Pacific railrop'"'. f>nd when the stag began to run between Chey e n n e and Deadwood, in the Black Hills, they rob- bed the coaches and passengers, frequently making large hauls of plunder. They kept this up for some time, till finally most of the gang were caught, tried, convicted, and sent to the penitentiary for a number of years. Bill Bevins and nearly all of his gang are now confined in the Nebraska state prison, to which they were transferred, from Wyoming. ROBBING A STAGE COACH. CHAPTER XXI. A MILITARY EXPEDITION. A DAY or two after my return to Fort Lyon, the Fifth Cavalry were ordered to the Department of the Platte T and took up their line of march for Fort McPherson, Neb- raska. We laid over one day at Fort Wallace, to get sup- plies, and while there I had occasion to pass General Bank- head's headquarters. His orderly called to me, and said the General wished to see me. As I entered the General's office he extended his hand and said : " I Jiope you have no hard feelings toward me, Cody, for having you arrested when you were here. I have just had a talk with General Can* and Quartermaster Hays, and they informed me that you had their permission to ride the horse and mule, and if you had stated this fact to me there would have been no trouble about the matter whatever." "That is all right, General," said I; "I will think no- more of it. But I don't believe that your quartermaster's. agent will ever again circulate false stories about me." "No," said the General ; "he has not yet recovered from the beating that you gave him." From Fort Wallace we moved down to Sheridan, where the command halted for us to lay in a supply of forage which was stored there. I was still messing with Major Brown, with whom I went into the village to purchase a LIFE OF BUFFALO BILL. supply of provisions for our mess; but unfortunately we were in too jolly a mood to fool away money on "grub." We bought several articles, however, and put them into the ambulance and sent them back to the camp with our cook. The Major and myself did not return until reveille next morning. Soon afterwards the General sounded "boots and saddles," and presently the regiment was on its way to McPherson. It was very late before we went into camp that night, and we were tired and hungry. Jnst as Major Brown was hav- ing his tent put up, his cook came to us and asked where the provisions were that we had bought the day before. " Why, did we not give them to you did you not bring them to camp in the ambulance?" asked Major Brown. " No, sir ; it was only a five-gallon demijohn of whiskey, a five-gallon demijohn of brandy, and two cases of Old Tom- Cat gin," said the cook. "The mischief!" I exclaimed; "didn't we spend any money on grub at all \ " " No, sir," replied the cook. " Well, that will do for the present," said Major Brown. It seems that our minds had evidently been running on a different subject than provisions while we were loitering in Sheridan, and we found ourselves, with a two hundred and fifty mile march ahead of us, without anything more inviting than ordinary army rations. At this juncture Captain Denny came up, and the Major -apologized for not being able to invite him to take supper with us ; but we did the next best thing, and asked him to take a drink. He remarked that that was what he was look- ing for, and when he learned of our being out of commissary supplies, and that we had bought nothing except whiskey, brandy and gin, he said, joyously : " Boys, as we have an abundance, you can eat with us, and we will drink with yon." It was a satisfactory arrangement, and from that time for- A PROFITABLE INVESTMENT. 245 ward we traded our liquids for their solids. When the rest of the officers heard of what Brown and I had done, they all sent us invitations to dine with them at any time. We returned the compliment by inviting them to drink with us whenever they were dry. Although I would not advise anybody to follow our example, yet it is a fact that we got more provisions for our whiskey than the same money, which we paid for the liquor, would have bought; so after all it proved a very profitable investment. On reaching the north fork of the Beaver and riding down the valley towards the stream, 1 suddenly discovered a large fresh Indian trail. On examination I found it to be scat- tered all over the valley on both sides of the creek, as if a very large village had recently passed down that way. Judging from the size of the trail, I thought there could not be less than four hundred lodges, or between twenty-five hundred and three thousand warriors, women and children in the band. I galloped back to the command, distant about three miles, and reported the news to General Carr, who halted the regiment, arid, after consulting a few minutes, ordered me to select a ravine, or as low ground as possible, so that he -could keep the troops out of sight until we could strike the creek. We went into camp on the Beaver, and the General ordered Lieutenant Ward to take twelve men and myself and follow up the trail for several miles, and find out how fast the Indians were traveling. I was soon convinced, by the many camps they ham><> CEREMONY, " 1 do," was her response. " Then join hands," said I to both of'them ; "I now pro- nounce you to be man and wife, and whomsoever God and Buffalo Bill have joined together let no man put asunder. May you live long and prosper. Amen." This concluded the interesting ceremony, which was fol- lowed by the usual festivities on such occasions. I was liighly complimented for the elegant and eloquent manner in which I had tied the matrimonial knot. During the summer of 1871, Professor Marsh, of Yale College, came out to McPherson, with a large party of stu- A SCIENTIFIC BONE HUNT. 279 dents to have a hunt and to look for fossils. Professor Marsh had heard of the big bone which had been found by the Pawnees in the Niobrara country, and he intended to look for that as well as other bones. He accordingly secured the services of Major Frank North and the Pawnees as an escort. I was also to accompany the bone-hunters, and would have done so had it not been for the fact that just at A RIDE 1'OR LIFE. that time I was ordered out with a small scouting party to go after some Indians. , The day before the Professor arrived at the fort, I had been out hunting on the north side of the North Platte lliver, near Pawnee Springs, with several companions, when we were suddenly attacked by Indians, who wounded one of our number, John Weister. We stood the Indians off for a little while, and "Weister got even with them by killing one of their party. The Indians, however, outnumbered n: , and at last we were forced to make a run for our lives. In. 230 LIFE OF BUFFALO BILL. this we succeeded, and reached the fort in safety. The Gen- eral wanted to have the Indians pursued, and said he could not spare me to accompany Professor Marsh. However, I had the opportunity to make the acquaintance of the eminent Professor, whom I found to be not only a well-posted person but a very entertaining gentleman. He gave me a geological history of the country ; told me in what section fossils were to be found ; and otherwise entertained me with several scientific yarns, some of which seemed too- complicated and too mysterious to be believed by an ordi- nary man like myself; but it was all clear to him. I rode out with him several miles, as he was starting on his bone- hunting expedition, and I greatly enjoyed the ride. His party had been provided with Government transportation and his students were all mounted on Government horees. As we rode along he delivered a scientific lecture, and he convinced me that he knew what he was talking about. I finally bade him good-bye, and returned to the post. While the fossil-hunters were out on their expedition, we had sev- eral lively little skirmishes with the Indians. After having been absent some little time Professor Marsh and his party came back with their wagons loaded down with all kinds of bones, and the Professor was in his glory. lie had evi- dently struck a bone-yard, and "gad!" * wasn't he happy ! But they had failed to find the big bone which the Pawnees had unearthed the vear before. *A favorite expression of the Professor's. CHAPTER XXIV. HUNTING EXPEDITIOX. EARLY in the month of September, 1871, information was received at Fort McPherson that General Sheridan and a party of invited friends were coming out to the post to have a grand hunt in the vicinity, and to explore tho country from McPherson to Fort Hays, in Kansas. On the morning of September 22d they arrived in a special car at ^Torth Platte, a station on the Union Pacific, distant eighteen miles from Fort McPherson. The party consisted of General Sheridan, Lawrence R. Jerome, James Gordon Bennett, of the New York Herald; Leonard W. Jerome, Carroll Livingston, Major J. G. Heck- sher, General Fitzhngh, General II. E. Davies, Captain M. Edward Rogers, Colonel J. Sclmyler Crosby, Samuel John- son, General Anson Stager, of tfie Western Union Tele- graph Company ; Charles Wilson, editor of the -Chicago Evening Journal ; General Rucker, Quartermaster-General, and Dr. Asch the two last-named being of General Sheri- dan's staff. They were met at the station by General Emory and Major Brown, with a cavalry company as escort and a sufficient number of vehicles to carry the distin- guished visitors and their baggage. A brisk drive of less than two hours over a hard and smooth road brought them to the fort, where they found the 281 282 LIFE OF BUFFALO BILL. garrison, consisting of five companies of the Fifth Cavalry, under the command of General Carr, out on parade awaiting their arrival. The band played some martial music, and the cavalry passed very handsomely in review before General Sheridan. The guests were then most hospitably received,, and assigned to comfortable quarters. Lieutenant Hayes, the quartermaster of tne expedition, arranged everything for the comfort of the party. One hundred cavalry under command of Major Brown were detailed as an escort, A train of sixteen wagons was pro- vided to carry the baggage, supplies, and forage for the trip ; and, besides these, there were three four-horse ambu- lances in which the guns were carried, and in which mem- bers of the party who became weary of the saddle might ride and rest. At General Sheridan's requebt I was to accompany the expedition; he introduced me to all his friends, and gave me a good send-off. During the afternoon and evening the gentlemen were all entertained at the post in a variety of ways, including dinner and supper parties, and music and dancing; at a late hour they retired to rest in their tents at the camp which they occupied outside the post named Camp Huckerin honor of General Rucker. At five o'clock next morning a cavalry bugle sounded the reveille, and soon all were astir in the camp, preparatory to pulling out for the first day's march. I rose fresh and eager for the trip, and as it was a nobby and hi<>jh-toned outfit which I was to accompany, I determined to put on a little style myself. So I dressed in a new suit of light buckskin, trimmed along the seams with fringes of the same material ; and I put on a crimson shirt handsomely ornamented on the bosom, while on my head I wore a broad sombrero. Then mounting a snowy white horse a gallant stepper I rode down from the fort to the camp, rifle in hand. I felt first- rate that* morning, and looked well. The expedition was soon under way. Our road for ten GEN'L. SHERIDAN'S EXCURSION. 285 miles wound through a wooded ravine called Cottonwood Canon, intersecting the high ground, or divide, as it is. called, between the Platte and Republican Rivers. Upon emerging from the canon we found ourselves upon the plains. First in the line rode General Sheridan, followed by his guests, and then the orderlies. Then came the am- bulances, in one of which were carried five greyhounds,, brought along to course the antelope and rabbit. With the ambulances marched a pair of Indian ponies belonging to Lieutenant Hayes captured during some Indian fight and harnessed to a light wagon, which General Sheridan occa- sionally used. These little horses, but thirteen hands high., showed more vigor and endurance than any other of the ani- mals we had with us. Following the ambulances came the main body of the escort and the supply wagons. We marched seventeen miles the first day, and went into* camp on Fox Creek, a tributary of the Republican. No hunting had as yet been done ; but I informed the gentle- men of the party that we would strike the buffalo country the next day. A hundred or more questions were then asked me by this one and that one, and the whole evening' was spent principally in buffalo talk, sandwiched with stories of the plains both of war and of the chase. Several of the party, who were good vocalists, gave us some excellent music. We closed the evening by christening the camp, naming it Camp Brown, in honor of the gallant officer in command of the escort. At three o'clock next morning the bugle called us to an early start. We had breakfast at half-past four, and at six were in the saddle. All were eager to see and shoot the buffaloes, which I assured them we would certainly meet during the day. After marching five miles, the advance guard, of which I had the command, discovered six buffaloes grazing at a distance of about two miles from us. We re- turned to the hunters with this information, and they at once consulted with me as to the best way to attack the " enemy ." 284 LIFE OF BUFFALO BILL. Acting upon my suggestions, Fitzlmgli, Crosby, Lawrence Jerome, Livingston, Ilecksher and Hogers, accompanied by myself as guide, rode through a convenient cailon to a point beyond the buffaloes, so that we were to the windward of the animals. The rest of the party made a detour of nearly five miles, keeping behind the crest of a hill. "V\ r e charged n to make preparations for a big buffalo hunt for the Grand Duke Alexis, of Russia ; and as this was to be no- ordinary affair, these officers had been sent by General Sheri- dan to have all the necessary arrangements perfected by the time the Grand Duke should arrive. They learned from me that there were plenty of buffaloes in the vicinity and espe- cially on the Red Willow, sixty miles distant. They said they would like to go over on the Red "Willow and pick out a suitable place for the camp ; they also inquired the location of the Spotted Tail, Sioux Indians. Spotted Tail had per- mission from the Government to 4 hunt 1 the buffalo, with his- people during the winter, in the Republican river country. It was my opinion that they were located somewhere on the Frenchman's Fork about one hundred and fifty miles from. Fort McPherson. General Sheridan's commissioners informed me, that he wished me to visit Spotted Tail's camp, and induce about one hundred of the leading warriors and chiefs, to come to the point where it should be decided to locate the Alexis hunt- ing camp, and to be there by the time the Grand Duke should arrive, so that he could see a body of American 295 296 *' IF E OF BUFFALO BILL. Indians and observe the manner in which they killed buf- faloes. The Indians would also be called upon to give a grand war cfance in honor of the distinguished visitor. Next morning General Forsyth and Dr. Asch, accompa- nied by Captain Hays, who had been left at Fort McPher- .son in charge of the Fifth Cavalry horses, taking an ambu- lance and a light wagon, to carry their tents, and provisions .sufficient to last them two or three days; started, under m/ guidance, with a small escort, for Red Willow Creek, arriv- ing there at night. The next day we selected a pleasant camping place on a little knoll in the valley of the Red Wil- low. General Forsyth and his party returned to the post -the next day while I left for Spotted Tail's camp. The weather was very cold and I found my journey by no means a pleasant one as I was obliged to camp out with only my saddle blankets; and besides, there was more or less danger from the Indians themselves ; for, although Spot- ted Tail himself was friendly, I was afraid I plight have dif- ficulty in getting into his camp. I was liable at any moment to run into a party of his young men who might be out hunt- ing, and as I had many enemies among the Sioux, I would be running considerable risk in meeting them. At the end of the first day I camped on Stinking Water, a tributary of the Frenchman's Fork, where I built a little iire in the timber; but it was so very cold I was not able to sleep much. Getting an early start in the morning I fol- lowed up the Frenchman's Fork and late in the afternoon I could see, from the fresh horse tracks and from the dead buffaloes lying here and there, recently killed, that I was near- ing Spotted Tail's camp. I rode on for a few miles further, and then hiding my horse in a low ravine, I crawled up a high hill, where I obtained a good view of the country. I could pee for four or five miles up the creek, and got sight of a village and of two or three hundred ponies in its vicinity. I waited until night came and then I succeeded in riding into the Indian camp unobserved. A NIGHT VISIT TO AN INDIAN CAMP. 297 I had seen Spotted Tail's camp when he came from the north and I knew the kind of lodge he was living in. As I entered the village I wrapped a blanket around my head so that the Indians could, not tell whether I was a white or a red man. In this way I rode around until I found Spotted Tail's lodge. Dismounting from my horse 1 opened his tent door and looked in and saw the old chief lying on some robes. I spoke to him and he recognized me at once and invited me to enter. Inside the lodge 1 found a white man, an old frontiersman, Todd Randall, who was Spotted SPOTTED TAIL. Tail's agent and who had lived a great many years with the Indians. He understood their language perfectly and did all the interpreting for Spotted Tail. Through him I readily communicated with the chief and informed him of my errand. I told him that the warriors and chiefs would greatly please General Sheridan if they would meet him in about ten sleeps at the old Government crossing of the Red AVillow. I further informed him that there was a great chief from across the water who was coming there to visit him. 298 LIFE OF BUFFALO BILL. Spotted Tail replied that lie would be very glad to go ; that the next morning lie would call his people together and select those who would accompany him. I told Spotted Tail how I had entered his camp. lie replied that I had acted wisely ; that although his people were friendly, yet some of his young men had a grudge against me, and I might have had difficulty with them had I met them away from the village. He directed his squaw to get me some- thing to eat, and ordered that my horse be taken care of,, and upon his invitation I spent the remainder of the night in his lodge. Next morning the chiefs and warriors assembled according to orders, and to them was stated the object of my visit. They were asked : "Do you know who this man is ? " "Yes, we know him well," replied one, "that is Pa-he- haska," (that being my name among the Sioux, which trans- lated means "Long Hair'') "that is our old enemy," a great many of the- Indians, who were with Spotted Tail at this time, had been driven out of the Republican country. "That is he," said Spotted Tail. " I want all my people to be kind to him and treat him as iny friend." I noticed that several of them were looking daggers at me. They appeared as if they wished to raise my hair then and there. Spotted Tail motioned and I followed him into his lodge, and thereupon the Indians dispersed. Having the assurance of Spotted Tail that none of the young men would follow me I started back for the Red Willow, arriving the second night. There I found Captain Egan with a company of the Sec- ond Cavalry and a wagon train loaded with tents, grain, provisions, etc. The men were leveling off the ground and were making preparations to put up large wall tents for the Grand Duke Alexis and his suite, and for General Sheridan, his staff and other officers, and invited guests of the party. Proceeding to Fort McPherson I reported what had been ARRIVAL OF THE GRAND DUKE ALEXIS. 299 done. Thereupon Quartermaster Hays selected from the five or six hundred horses in his charge, seventy-five of the very best, which were sent to the Red Willow, to be used by Alexis and his party at the coming hunt. In a day or two a large supply of provisions, liquors, etc., arrived from Chi- cago, together with bedding and furniture for the tents; all of which were sent over to Camp Alexis. At last, on the morning of the 12th of January, 1872, the Grand Duke and party arrived at ISIorth Platte by special train ; in charge of a Mr. Francis Thompson. Cap- tain Hays and myself, with five or six ambulances,: fifteen o r twenty extra saddle-horse? and a company o1j cavalry under' Captain Egan, were at the depot in time to receive them. Presently General Sheridan and a large, fine-looking young man, whom we at once concluded to be the Grand Duke came out of the cars and approached us. General Sheridan at once introduced me to the Grand Duke as Buffalo Bill, for he it was, and said that I was to take charge of him and show him how to kill buffalo. In less than half an hour the whole party were dashing away towards the south, across the South Platte and towards the Medicine; upon reaching which point we halted fora change of horses and a lunch. Resuming our ride we reached' GRAND DUKE AI.KX.S. 300 LIFE OF BUFFALO BILL. Camp Alexis in the afternoon. General Sheridan was well pleased with the arrangements that had been made and was delighted to find that Spotted Tail and his Indians had arrived on time. They were objects of great curiosity to. the Grand Duke, who spent considerable time in looking at them, and watching their exhibitions of horsemanship, sham lights, etc. That evening the Indians gave the grand war dance, which I had arranged for. INDIAN EXERCISES. General Ouster, who was one of the hunting party, carried on a mild flirtation with one of Spotted Tail's daughters, who had accompanied her father thither, and it was noticed also that the Duke Alexis paid considerable attention to an- other handsome red-skin maiden. The night passed pleas- antly, and all retired with great expectations of having a most enjoyable and successful buffalo hunt. The Duke Alexis asked me a great many questions as to how we shot buffaloes, and what kind of a gun or pistol we used, and if ALEXIS KILLS THE FIRST BUFFALO. 301 he was going to have a good horse. I told him that he was to have my celebrated buffalo horse Buckskin Joe, and when we went into a buffalo herd all he would have to do was to- sit on the horse's back and fire away. At nine o'clock next morning we were all in our saddles,, and in a few minutes were galloping over the prairies in search of a buffalo herd. We had not gone far before we observed a herd some distance ahead of us crossing our way ; after that we proceeded cautiously, so as to keep out of sight until we were ready to make a charge. Of course the main thing was to give Alexis the first chance and the best shot at the buffaloes, and when all was- in readiness we dashed over a little knoll that had hidden us. from View, and in a few minutes we were among them. Alexis at first preferred to use his pistol instead of a gun. He fired six shots from this weapon at buffaloes only twenty feet away from him, but as he shot wildly, not one of hi& bullets took effect. Riding up to his side and seeing that his weapon was empty, I exchanged pistols with him. He. again fired six shots, without dropping a buffalo. Seeing that the animals were bound to make their escape without his killing one of them, unless he had a better weapon, I rode up to him, gave him my old reliable "Lucretia," and told him to urge his horse close to the buff- aloes, and I would then give him the word when to shoot. At the same time I gave old Buckskin Joe a blow with my whip, and with a few jumps the horse carried the Grand Duke, to within about ten feet of a big buffalo bull. "Now is your* time," said I. He fired, and down went the buffalo. The Grand Duke stopped his horse, dropped his gun on the ground, and commenced waving his hat. When his suite came galloping up, he began talking to them in a tongue which I could not understand. Presently Gen- eral Sheridan joined the group, and the ambulances were brought up. Very soon the corks began to fly from the champagne bottles, in honor of the Grand Duke Alexis, who had killed the first buffalo. 302 LIFE OF BUFFALO BILL. It was reported in a great many of the newspapers that I shot the first buffalo for Alexis, while in some it was stated that I held the buffalo while His Royal Highness killed it. But the way I have related the affair is the correct version. It was thought that we had had about sport enough for one day, and accordingly I was directed by General Sheridan to guide the party back to camp, and we were soon on our way thither. Several of the party, however, concluded to have a little hunt on their own account, and presently we saw them galloping over the prairie in different directions in pursuit of buffaloes. "While we were crossing a deep ravine, on our way to camp, we ran into a small band of buffaloes that had been frightened by some of the hunters. As they rushed past 17S, not more than thirty yards distant, Alexis raised his pistol, fired and killed a buffalo cow. It was either an extraordinarly good shot or a " scratch " probably the lat- ter, for it surprised the Grand Duke as well as everybody else. We gave him three cheers, and when the ambulance came up we took a pull at the champagne in honor of the Grand Duke's success. I was in hopes that he would kill five or six more buffaloes before we reached camp, especially if a basket of champagne was to be opened every time he dropped one. General Sheridan directed me to take, care of the hides and heads of the buffaloes which Alexis had killed, as the Duke wished to keep them as souvenirs of the hunt. I also cut out the choice meat from the cow and brought it into camp, and that night at supper Alexis had the pleasure of dining on broiled buffalo steak obtained from the animal which he had shot himself. "We remained at this camp two or three days, during which we hunted most of the time, the Grand Duke himself lulling eight buffaloes. One day Alexis desired to see how the Indians hunted buffaloes and killed them with bow and arrow ; so Spotted THE END OF THE GREAT HUNT. 303 Tail, selecting some of his best hunters, had them surround a herd, and bring the animals down, not only with arrows, but with lances. The Grand Duke was told to follow upon the heels of one celebrated Indian hunter, whose name was' " Two Lance," and watch him bring down the game; for this chief had the reputation of being able to send an arrow through and through the body of a buffalo. Upon this occasion he did not belie his reputation, for he sent an TWO LANCE KILLING A BUFFALO. arrow through a buffalo, which fell dead at the shot, and the arrow was given to Alexis as a souvenir of his hunt on the American Plains. When the Grand Duke was satisfied with the sport, orders were given for the return to the railroad. The conveyance provided for the Grand Duke and General Sheridan was a heavy double-seated open carriage, or rather an Irish dog- cart, and it was drawn by four spirited cavalry horses which 18 304: LIFE OF BUFFALO BILL. % . were not much used to the harness. The driver was Bill Reed, an old overland stage driver and wagon master ; on our way in, the Grand Duke frequently expressed his ad- miration of the skillful manner in which Reed handled the reins. General Sheridan informed the Duke that I also had been a stage-driver in the Rocky Mountains, and thereupon His Royal Highness expressed a desire to see me drive. I was in advance at the time, and General Sheridan sang out to me: " Cody, get in here and show the Duke how you can drive. Mr. Reed will exchange places with you and ride your horse." "All right, General," said I, and in a few moments I had the reins and we were rattling away over the prairie. When we were approaching Medicine Creek, General Sheridan said : " Shake 'em up a little, Bill, and give us some old- time stage-driving." I gave the horses a crack or two of the whip, and they started off at a very rapid gait. They had a light load to- pull, and kept increasing their speed at every jump, and I found it difficult to hold them. They fairly flew over the ground, and at last we reached a steep hill, or divide, which led down into the valley of the Medicine. There was no brake on the wagon, and the horses were not much on the hold-back. I saw that it would be impossible to stop them* All I could do was to keep them straight in the track and let them go it down the hill, for three miles ; which dis- tance, I believe, was made in about six minutes. Every once in a while the hind wheels would strike a rut and take a bound, and not touch the ground again for fifteen or twenty feet. The Duke and the General were kept rather busy in holding their positions on the seats, and when they saw that I was keeping the horses straight in the road, they seemed to enjoy the dash which we were making. I was unable to stop the team until they ran into the camp where A ROYAL INVITATION. 305 we were to obtain a fresh relay, and there I succeeded in checking them. The Grand Duke said he didn't want any more of that kind of driving, as he preferred to go a little slower. On arriving at the railroad, the Duke invited me into his car, and made me some valuable presents, at the same time giving me a cordial invitation to visit him, if ever I should come to his country. General Sheridan took occasion to remind me of an invita- tion to visit New York which I had received from some of the gentlemen who accompanied the General on the hunt from Fort McPherson to Hays City, in September of the previous year. Said he : " You will never have a better opportunity to accept that invitation than now. I have had a talk with General Ord concerning you, and he will give you a leave of absence whenever you are ready to start. Write a letter to General Stager, of Chicago, that you are now prepared to accept the invitation, and he will send you a pass." Thanking: the General for his kindness, I then bade him O ' and the Grand Duke good-bye, and soon their train was out of sight. CHAPTER XXVI. BIGHT-SEEING. ORD, commanding the Department of the \.A Platte at the time, and who had been out on the Alexis hunt, had some business to attend to at Fort 'McPherson, and I accepted his invitation to ride over to the post with him in an ambulance. On the way thither he asked me how I would like to have an officer's commission in the reg- ular army. He said that General Sheridan and himself had had some conversation about the matter, and if I wanted a commission, one could easily be procured for me. I thanked General Ord for his kindness, and said that although an officer's commission in the regular army was a tempting prize, yet I preferred to remain in the position I was then holding. He concluded by stating that if at any time I should wish a commission, all that I would have to do to secure it would be to inform him of my desire. Having determined to visit New York, I acted upon Gen- eral Sheridan's suggestion and wrote to General Stager, from whom in a few days I received my railroad passes. Obtaining thirty days' leave of absence from the depart- ment, I struck out for the East. On arriving in Chicago, in February, 1872, I was met at the depot by Colonel M. Y. Sheridan, who said that his brother, the General, had not yet returned, but had sent word that I was to be his and the 306 IN CHICAGO. 307 Colonel's guest, at their house, while I remained in Chicago. I spent two or three days very pleasantly in the great city of the West, meeting several of the gentlemen who had been out on the Sheridan hunt in September General Stager, Colonel Wilson, editor of the Journal / Mr. Sam Johnson, General Rucker and others by all of whom I was most cor- "7" AN EMBARRASSING SITUATION. dially received and well entertained. I was introduced to quite a number of the best people of the city, and was invited to several " swell " dinners. I also accompanied General Sheridan who meantime had returned to the city to a ball at Riverside an aristocratic suburb. On this occasion I became so embarrassed that it was more difficult for me to face the throng of beautiful ladies, than it would have been to confront a hundred hostile Indians. This was 308 LIFE OF BUFFALO BILL. my first trip to the East, and I had not yet become accus- tomed to being stared at. And besides this, the hundreds of questions which I was called upon to answer further embar- rassed and perplexed me. According to the route laid out for me by General Stager, I was to stop at Niagara Falls, Buffalo and Rochester on my way to New York, and he provided me with all the neces- sary railroad passes. Just as I was about to leave Chicago I met Professor Henry A. Ward, of Rochester, for whom during the previous year or two I had collected a large num- ber of specimens of wild animals. He was on his way to Rochester, and kindly volunteered to act as my guide until we reached that point. We spent one day in viewing the wonders of Niagara, and I stopped one day at Rochester and was shown the beauties of that handsome city by Professor Ward, and I had the honor of receiving an invitation to dine with the Mayor. On arriving at New York I was met at the depot by Mr. J. G. Hecksher, who had been appointed as " a committee of one" to escort me to the Union Club, where James Gor- don Bennett, Leonard W. Jerome and others were to give me an informal reception, and where I was to make my headquarters during my visit in the great metropolis. I had an elegant dinner at the club rooms, with the gentle- men who had been out on the September hunt, and other members of the club. After dinner, in company with Mr. Hecksher who acted as my guide I started out on the trail of my friend, Ned Buntline, whom we found at the Brevoort Place Hotel. He was delighted to see me, and insisted on my becoming his guest. He would listen to no excuses, and on introducing me to Messrs. Overtoil & Blair, proprietors of the Brevoort, they also gave me a pressing invitation to make my home at their house. I finally compromised the matter by agree- ing to divide my time between the Union Club, the Bre- voort House, and Ned Buntline's quarters. DOING NEW YORK. 309 The next few days I spent in viewing the sights of New York, everything being new and startling, convincing me that as yet I had seen but a small portion of the world. I received numerous dinner invitations, as well as invita- tions to visit different places of amusement and interest; but as they came in so thick and fast, I soon became badly demoralized and confused. I found I had accepted Invitations to dine at half a dozen or more houses on the same day and at the same hour. James Gordon Bennett had prepared a dinner for me, at which quite a large num- ber of his friends were to be present, but owing to my confusion, arising from the many other invitations I had received, I forgot all about it, and dined elsewhere. This was " a bad break," but I did not learn of my mistake until next day, when at the Union Club House several gentlemen, among them Lawrence Jerome, inquired " where in the world I had been," and why I had not put in an appearance .at Bennett's dinner. They said that Bennett had taken great pains to give me a splendid reception, that the party had waited till nine o'clock for me, and that my non-arrival caused considerable disappointment. I apologized as well as I could, by saying that I had been out on a scout and had got 7 lost, and had forgotten all about the dinner ; and ex- pressed my regret for the disappointment I had created by my forgetfulness. August Belmont, the banker, being near said : "Never mind, gentlemen, Til give Cody a dinner at my house." " Thank you, sir," said I; "I see you are determined that I shall not run short of rations while I am in the city. I'll be there, sure." Both Mr. Jerome and Mr. Hecksher told me that 1 must not disappoint Mr. Belmont, for his dinners were splendid affairs. I made a note of the date, and at the appointed time I was promptly at Mr. Belmont's mansion, where I spent a very enjoyable evening. Mr. Bennett, who was among the guests, having forgiven 310 LIFE OF BUFFALO BILL. my carelessness, invited me to accompany him to the Liederkranz masked ball, which was to take place in a few evenings, and would be a grand spectacle. Together we attended the ball, and during the evening I was well enter- tained. The dancers kept on their masks until midnight, and the merry and motley throng presented a brilliant scene, moving gracefully beneath the bright gas-light to the inspirit- ing music. To me it was a novel and entertaining sight, and in many respects reminded me greatly of an Indian war-dance. Acting upon the suggestion of Mr. Bennett, I had dressed myself in my buckskin suit, and I naturally attracted con- siderable attention ; especially when 1 took part in the danc- ing and exhibited some of my backwoods steps, which, although not as graceful as some, were a great deal more emphatic. But when I undertook to do artistic dancing, I found I was decidedly out of place in that crowd, and I accordingly withdrew from the floor. I occasionally passed an evening at Niblo's Garden, view- ing the many beauties of " The Black Crook," which was. then having its long run, under the management of Jarrett & Palmer, whose acquaintance I had made, and who ex- tended to me the freedom of the theater. Ned Buntline and Fred Maeder had dramatized one of the stories which the former had written about me for the New York Weekly. The drama was called "Buffalo Bill, the King of Border Men." While I was in New York it was produced at the Bowery Theater; J. B. Studley, an excel- lent actor, appearing in the character of " Buffalo Bill," and Mrs. "W. G. Jones, a fine actress, taking the part of my sister, a leading role. I was curious to see how I would look when represented by some one else, and of course 1 was present on the opening night, a private box having been reserved for me. The theater was packed, every seat being occupied as well as the standing-room. The drama was played smoothly, and created a great deal of enthusiasm. FACING AN AUDIENCE. 311 The audience, upon learning that the real " Buffalo Bill " was present, gave several cheers between the acts, and I was called on to come out on the stage and make a speech. Mr. Freleigh, the manager, insisted that I should comply with the request, and that I should be introduced to Mr. Studley. I finally consented, and the next moment I found myself standing behind the footlights and in front of an. audience for the first time in my life. I looked up, then down, then on each side, and everywhere I saw a sea of human faces, and thousands of eyes all staring at me. I confess that I felt very much embarrassed never more so- in my life and I knew not what to say. I made a des- perate effort, and a few words escaped me, but what they were I could not for the life of me tell, nor could any one else in the house. My utterances were inaudible even to- the leader of the orchestra, Mr. Dean, who was sitting only a few feet in front of me. Bowing to the audience, I beat a hasty retreat into one of the canons of the stage. I never felt more relieved in my life than when I got out of tha view of that immense crowd. That evening Mr. Freleigh offered to give me five hundred dollars a week to play the part of " Buffalo Bill " myself. I thought that he was certainly joking, especially as he had witnessed my awkward performance ; but when he assured me that he was in earnest, I told him that it would be use- less for me to attempt anything of the kind, for I never could talk to a crowd of people like that, even if it was to* save my neck, and that he might as well try to make an actor out of a government mule. I thanked him for the generous offer, which I had to decline owing to a lack of confidence in myself; or as some people might express it, I didn't have the requisite cheek to undertake a thing of that sort. The play of " Buffalo Bill " had a very successful run of six or eight weeks, and was afterwards produced in all the principal cities of the country, everywhere being received with genuine enthusiasm. 312 LIFE OF BUFFALO BILL. I had been in New York about twenty days when General Sheridan arrived in the city. I met him soon after he got into town. In answer to a question how I was enjoying myself, I replied that 1 had struck the best camp I had ever seen, and if he didn't have any objections I would like to have my leave of absence extended about ten days. This lie willingly did, and then informed me that my services would soon be required at Fort McPherson, as there- was to be an expedition sent out from that point. At Westchester, Pennsylvania, I had some relatives living whom I had never seen, and now being so near, I deter- mined to make them a visit. Upon mentioning the matter to Buntline, he suggested that we should together take a trip to Philadelphia, and thence run out to Westchester. Accordingly the next day found us in the " City of Brotherly Love," and in a few hours we arrived at the home of my uncle, General Henry R. Guss, the proprietor of the Green Tree Hotel, who gave us a cordial reception. Inviting us into the parlor, my uncle brought in the mem- bers of his family, among them an elderly lady, who was tny grandmother, as he informed me. He told me that my Aunt Eliza, his first wife, was dead, and that he had married a second time ; Lizzie Guss, my cousin, I thought was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. They were all very anxious to have us remain several days, but as I had some business to attend to in New York, I was obliged to return that day. Assuring them, however, that I would visit them again soon, I bade them adieu, and with Buntline took the train for New York. The time soon arrived for my departure for the West ; so packing up my traps I started for home, and on the way thither I spent a day with my Westchester relatives, who did everything in their power to entertain me during my brief stay with them. CHAPTER XXVII. HONORS. UPON reaching Fort McPherson, I found that the Third Cavalry, commanded by General Reynolds, had arrived from Arizona, in which Territory they had been on duty for some time, and where they had acquired quite a reputation on account of their Indian fighting qualities. Shortly after my return, a small party of Indians made a dash on McPherson Station, about five miles from the fort, killing two or three men and running off quite a large num- ber of horses. Captain Meinhold and Lieutenant Lawson with their company were ordered out to pursue and punish the Indians if possible. I was the guide of the expedition and had as an assistant T. B. Omohundro, better known as " Texas Jack " and who was a scout at the post. Finding the trail, I followed it for two days, although it was difficult trailing because the red-skins had taken every possible precaution to conceal their track?. On the second day Captain Meinhold went into camp on the South Fork of the Loupe, at a point where the trail was badly scattered. Six men "were detailed to accompany me on a scout in search of the camp of the fugitives. We had gone but a short dis- tance when we discovered Indians camped, not more than a mile away, with horses grazing near by. They were only a small party, and I determined to charge upon them with my 313 314 LIFE OF BUFFALO BILL. six men, rather than return to the command, because I feared they would see us as we went back and then they would get away from us entirely. I asked the men if they were willing to attempt it, and they replied that they would follow me wherever I would lead them. That was the kind of spirit that pleased me, and we immediately moved forward on the enemy, getting as close to them as possible without being seen. I finally gave the signal to charge, and we dashed into the little camp with a yell. Five Indians sprang out of a wil- low tepee, and greeted us with a volley, and we returned the fire. I was riding Buckskin Joe, who with a few jumps brought me up to the tepee, followed by my. men. We nearly ran over the Indians who were endeavoring to reach their horses on the opposite side of the creek. Just as one was jumping the narrow stream a bullet from my old " Lucretia " overtook him. He never reached the other bank, but dropped dead in the water. Those of the Indians who were guarding the horses, seeing what was going on at the camp, came rushing to the rescue of their friends. I now counted thirteen braves, but as we had already dis- posed of two, we had only eleven to take care of. The odds were nearly two to one against us. "While the Indian reinforcements were approaching the camp I jumped the creek with Buckskin Joe to meet them, expecting our party would follow me ; but as they could not induce their horses to make the leap, I was the only one who got over. I ordered the sergeant to dismount his men, and leaving one to hold the horses, to come over with the rest and help me drive the Indians off. Before they could do this, two mounted warriors closed in on me and were shoot- ing at short range. I returned their fire and had the satis- faction of seeing one of them fall from his horse. At this moment I felt blood trickling down my forehead, and hastily running my hand through my hair I discovered that I had received a scalp wound. The Indian, who had shot me, A HARD FIGHT WITH INDIANS. 315 was not more than ten yards away, and when he saw his partner tumble from his saddle, he turned to run. By this time the soldiers had crossed the creek to assist me, and were blazing away at the other Indians. Urging Buckskin Joe forward, I was soon alongside of the chap who had wounded me, when raising myself in the stirrups I shot him through the head. The reports of our guns had been heard by Captain Mein- hold, who at once started with his company up the creek to our aid, and when the remaining Indians, whom we were still fighting, saw these reinforcements coming they whirled their horses and fled; as their steeds were quite fresh they made their escape. However, we killed six out of the thir- tee"n Indians, and captured most of their stolen stock. Our loss was one man killed, and one man myself slightly wounded. One of our horses was killed, and Buckskin Joe was wounded, but I didn't discover the fact until some time afterwards as he had been shot in the breast and showed no signs of having received a scratch of any kind. Securing the scalps of the dead Indians and other trophies we returned to the fort. I made several other scouts during the summer with dif- ferent officers of the Third Cavalry, one being with Major Alick Moore, a good officer, with whom I was out for thirty days. Another long one was with Major Curtis, with whom I followed some Indians from the South Platte river to Fort Randall on the Missouri river in Dakota, on which trip the command ran put of rations and for fifteen days subsisted entirely upon the game we killed. In the fall of 1872 the Earl of Dunraven and Dr. Kings- ley with several friends came to Fort McPherson with a let- ter from General Sheridan, asking me to accompany them on an elk hunt. I did so, and I afterwards spent several weeks in hunting with the Earl of Dunraven, who was a thorough sportsman and an excellent hunter. It was while I was out with the Earl, that a Chicago party friends of 316 LIFE OF BUFFALO BILL. General Sheridan arrived at ^ Fort McPherson for the pur- pose of going out on a hunt. They, too, had a letter from the General requesting me to go with them. The Earl had not yet finished his hunt, but as I had been out with him for several weeks, and he had by this time learned where to find plenty of elks and other game, I concluded to leave him and accompany the Chicago party. I informed him of my inten- tion and gave him my reasons for going, at the same time telling him that I would send him one of my scouts, Texas Jack> w h o w a s a good hunter, and would be glad t o accom- pany him. The Earl seemed to be somewhat offended it this, and I don't think he has ever forgiven me for "going back on him." Let that be as it may, he found Texas Jack a splendid hunter and guide, and Jack has been his guide on several hunts since. Among the gentlemen who composed the Chicago party were E. P. Green, son-in-law of Remington, the rifle manu- facturer, Alexander Sample, Mr. Milligan, of the firm of Heath & Milligan, of Chicago, and several others, whose names I do not now remember. Mr. Milligan was a man full of life, and was continually "boiling over with fan." He was a regular velocipede, so to speak, and was here, A HUNT WITH MILLIGAN. there, and everywhere. He was exceedingly desirous of having an Indian fight on the trip, not that he was naturally a blood-thirsty man but just for variety he wanted a little " Indian pie." He was in every respect the life of the party,, during the entire time that we were out. One day while he was hunting with Sample and myself we came in sight of a band of thirty mounted Indians. "Milligan, here's what you r ve been wanting for some time," said 1, " for yonder is a war party of Indians and no- mistake ; and they'll come for us, you bet." "I don't believe this is one of my fighting days," replied Milligan, "and it occurs to me that I have urgent business* at the camp." Our camp was five or six miles distant on the Dismal river, and our escort consisted of a company of cavalry com- manded by Captain Kussell. The soldiers were in camp,, and Milligan thought that Captain Russell ought to be at once notified of the appearance of these Indians. Knowing that we could reach the camp in safety, for we were well mounted, I continued to have considerable amusement at Milligan's expense, who finally said : " Cody, what's making my hat raise up so. I can hardly keep it on my head." Sample, who was as cool as a cucumber, said to Milligan : " There must be something wrong with your hair. It must be trying to get on end." "It's all very fine for you fellows to stand here and talk," replied Milligan, "but I am not doing justice to my family by remaining. Sample, I think we are a couple of old fools to have come out here, and I never would have done so if it had not been for you." By this time the Indians had discovered us and were hold- ing a consultation, and Milligan turned his horse in the direction of the camp. I never believed that he was half as scared as he seemed to be, but that he was merely pretend- ing so that we could enjoy our joke. However, we did not 318 LIFE OF BUFFALO BILL. any longer but rode into camp and notified Captain Russell, who immediately started with his company to pur- sue the band. While we were riding along with the company Milligan -said to Sample : "Now, Alick, let them come on. We may jet go back to Chicago covered with glory." We struck the trail going north, but as we had not come out on a scout for Indians, we concluded not to follow them ; although Milligan was now very anxious to proceed and clean them out. The hunt came to an end in a day or two, and we escorted the visiting hunters to North Platte, where they took the train for Chicago. Before their departure they extended to me a very cordial invitation to come to their city on a visit, promising that I should be well taken care of. Soon after this I had the pleasure of guiding a party of .gentlemen from Omaha on a buffalo hunt. Among the num her were Judge Dnndy, Colonel Watson B. Smith, and U. S. District Attorney Neville. We left Fort McPherson in good trim. I was greatly amused at the " style " of Mr. Neville, who wore a stove-pipe hat and a swallow-tail coat, which made up a very comical rig for a buffalo hunter. As we galloped over the prairie, he jammed his hat down over his ears to keep it from being shaken oft' his head, and in order to stick to his horse, he clung to the pommel of his saddle. He was not much of a rider, and he went bouncing up and down, with his swallow-tails flopping in the air. The sight I shall never forget, for it was enough to make a " horse laugh," and I actually believe old Buckskin Joe did laugh. However, we had a splendid hunt, and on the second day I lariated, or roped, a big buffalo bull and tied him to a tree, a feat which I had often performed, and which the gentle- men requested me to do on this occasion for their benefit, as they had heard of my skill with the lariat. I captured several other buffaloes in the same way. The gentlemen returned to Omaha well pleased with their hunt. ELECTED TO THE NEBRASKA LEGISLATURE. 319 In the fall of the year, 1872, a convention was held at Grand Island, when some of my friends made me their can- didate to represent the Twenty-sixth District in the legisla- ture of Nebraska ; but as I had always been a Democrat and the State was largely Republican, I had no idea of being elected. In iact I cared very little about it, and therefore made no effort whatever to secure an election. However, I was elected and that is the way in which I acquired my title of Honorable. 19 CHAPTER XXVIII. AN ACTOK. DURING the summer and fall of 1872, 1 received numer- ous letters from Ned Buntline, urging me to come East and go upon the stage to represent my own character. " There's money in it," he wrote, " and you will prove a big card, as your character is a novelty on the stage." At times I almost determined to make the venture ; but the recollection of that night when I stood on the stage of the Bowery Theatre and was unable to utter a word above a whisper, would cause me to stop and think and be- come irresolute. I feared that I would be a total failure,, and wrote Buntline to that effect. But he insisted that I would soon get over all that embarrassment, and become ac- customed to th6 stage, so that I would think no more of appearing before five thousand people than I would before half a dozen. He proposed to organize a good company^ and wished me to meet him in Chicago, where the opening performance would be given. I remained undecided as to what I ought to do. The officers at the fort as well 'as my family and friends to whom I had mentioned the matter, laughed at the idea of my ever becoming an actor. That I, an old scout who had never seen more than twenty or thirty theatrical performances in my life, should think of going upon the stage, was ridiculous ill the extreme so they all said. 320 DECIDING TO GO ON THE STAGE. 321 A few days after my election to the legislature a happy event occurred in my family circle, in the birth of a daughter whom we named Ora ; about the same time I received another letter from Buntliiie, in which he requested me to appear on the stage for a few months as an experiment ; and he said that if I made a failure or did riot like the business, i ' I could easily return to my old life. My two sisters who had been living with us had married, Nellie, to A. C. Jester, a cattle man, and May, to Ed. Brad- ford, a railroad engineer and consequently left us ; and my wife had been wishing for a long time to visit her parents in St. Louis. Taking these and other things into consideration I finally resolved to resign my seat in the legislature and try my luck behind the footlights. I informed General Rey- nolds of my determination, telling him at the same time that at the end of the month, November, I would resign my position under him. The General regretted to hear this, and advised me not to take the step, for I was leaving a com- fortable little home, where I was sure of making a good liv- ing for my family ; while, on the other hand, I was embark- ing upon a sea of uncertainty. Having once made up my mind, however, nothing could change it. While I was selling my horses and other effects, prepara- tory to leaving the fort, one of my brother scouts, Texas Jack, said that he would like to accompany me. Now as Jack had also appeared as the hero in one of Ned Buntline's stories, I thought that he would make as good a "star "as myself, and it was accordingly arranged that Jack should go with me. On our way East we stopped in Omaha a day or two to visit General Augur and other officers, and also the gentlemen who were out on the Judge Dundy hunt. Judge Dundy and his friends gave a dinner party in my honor at the leading restaurant and entertained me very handsomely during my stay in the city. At Omaha I parted with my family, who went to St Louis, while Jack and myself proceeded to Chicago. Ned Bunt- 322 LIF E OF BUFFALO BILL. line and Mr. Milligan, having been apprised of our coming by a telegram, met us at the depot. Mr. Milligan accom- panied us to the Sherman House, where he had made arrange- ments for us to be his guests while we remained in the city. I didn't see much of Bimtline that evening, as he hurried off to deliver a temperance lecture in one of the public halls. The next day we met him by appointment, and the first thing he said, was : " Boys, are you ready for business ? " "I can't answer that," replied I, "for we don't know what we are going to do." " It's all arranged," said he, " and you'll have no trouble whatever. Come with me. We'll go and see Nixon, man- ager of the Amphitheatre. That's the place where we are to play. We'll open there next Monday night." Jack and myself accordingly accompanied him to manager Nixon's office without saying a word, as we didn't know what to say. " Here we are, Mr. Nixon," said Buntline ; " here are the stars for you. Here are the boys ; and they are a fine pair to draw too. Now, Nixon, I am prepared for business." Nixon and Buntline had evidently had a talk about the terms of our engagement. Buntline, it seems, was to fur- nish the company, the drama, and the pictorial printing, and was to receive sixty per cent, of the gross receipts for his share ; while Nixon was to furnish the theater, the attaches, the orchestra, and the local printing; and receive forty per cent, of the gross receipts. " I am ready for you, Buntline. Have you got your com- pany yet ? " asked Nixon. "No, sir; but there are plenty of idle theatrical people in town, and I can raise a company in two hours," was his reply. " You haven't much time to spare, if you open on Mon- day night," said Nixon. "If you will allow me to look at your drama, to see what kind of people you want, I'll assist you in organizing your company." BUNTLINE HIRES A THEATRE. 323 "I have not yet written the drama," said Buntline. "What the deuce do you mean? This is Wednesday, and you propose to open on next Monday night. The idea is ridiculous. Here you are at this late hour without a com- pany and without a drama. This will never do, Buntline. I shall have to break my contract with you, for you can't possibly write a drama, cast it, and rehearse it properly for Monday night. Furthermore, you have no pictorial printing as yet. These two gentlemen, whom you have with yon, have never been on the stage, -and they certainly must have time to study their parts. It is preposterous to think of opening on Monday night, and I'll cancel the engagement." This little speech was delivered in rather an excited man- ner by Mr. Nixon. Buntline said that he would write the drama that day and also select his company and have them at the theater for rehearsal next morning. Nixon laughed at him, and said that there was no use of trying to undertake anything of the kind in so short a time it was utterly impossible to do it. Buntline, whose ire was rising, said to Nixon : " What rent will you ask for your theater for next week? " " Six hundred dollars," was the reply. " Well, sir, I'll take your theater for next week at that price, and here is half of the amount in advance," said Bunt- line, as he threw down three hundred dollars on the stand. Nixon took the money, gave a receipt for it, and had nothing more to say. "Now, come with me boys," said Buntline ; and away we went to the hotel. Buntline immediately obtained a supply of pens, ink and paper, and then engaged all the hotel clerks as penmen. In less than an hour after he had rented the theater, he was dashing off page after page of his proposed drama the work being done in his room at the hotel. He then set his clerks at copying for him, and at the end of four hours, he jumped up from the table, and enthusiastically shouted : 324 LIFE OF BUFFALO BILL, " Hurrah for ' The Scouts of the Plains ! ' That's the name of the play. The work is done. Hurrah ! " The parts were then all copied off separately by the clerks, and handing us our respective portions Buntline said : "Now, boys, go to work, and do your level best to have this dead-letter perfect for the rehearsal, which takes place to-morrow morning at ten o'clock, prompt. I want to show Nixon that we'll be ready on time." I looked at my part and then at Jack; and Jack looked at his part and then at me. Then we looked at each other, and then at Buntline. We did not know i what to make of the man. "How long will it take you to commit your part to memory, Bill?" asked Jack. " About six months, a s near as I can calculate. How long will it take you? " answered I. "It will take me about that length of time to learn the iirst line," said Jack. Never- theless we went to our room and commenced studying. I thought it was the hardest work I had ever done. " This is dry business," finally remarked Jack. " That's just what it is," I answered ; " jerk the bell, Jack." The bell-boy soon appeared. We ordered refreshments ; after partaking thereof we resumed our task. We studied hard for an hour or two, but finally gave it np as a bad job, although we had succeeded in committing a small portion to memory. Buntline now came into the room and said : " Boys, how are you getting along ? " STUDYING THE PARTS. TAKING THE "CUE." 325 " I guess we'll Lave to go back on this studying business as it isn't our forte" said I. " Don't weaken now, Bill ; you'll come out on the top of the heap yet. Let me hear you recite your part," said Bunt- line. I began " spouting" what I had learcied, but was interrupted by Buntline : "Tut! tut! you're not saying it right. You must stop at the cue." " Cue ! What the mischief do you mean by the cue ? I never saw any cue except in a billiard room," said I. Bunt- line thereupon explained it to me, as well as to Jack, who was ignorant as myself concerning the a cue " business. " Jack, I think we had better back out and go to hunting again," said I. " See here, boys ; it won't do to go back on me at this stage of the game. Stick to it, and it may be the turning point in your lives and lead you on to fortune and to fame." " A fortune is what we are after, and we'll at least give the wheel a turn or two and see what luck we have," said I. This satisfied Buntline, but we didn't study any more after he left us. The next morning we appeared at rehearsal and were introduced to the company. The iirst rehearsal was hardly a success ; and the succeeding ones were not much better. The stage manager did his best to teach Jack and myself what to do, but when Monday night came we didn't know much more about it than when we began. The clock struck seven, and then we put on our buckskin suits, which were the costumes we were to appear in. The theater was being rapidly filled, and it was evident that we were going to make our dcljut before a packed house. As the minutes passed by, Jack and I became more and more nervous. We occasionally looked through the holes in the curtain, and saw that the people were continuing to crowd into the theatre ; our nervousness increased to an uncom- fortable degree. When at length the curtain arose, our courage had re- 326 LIFE OF BUFFALO BILL. turned, so that we thought we could face the immense crowd ; yet when the time came for us to go on, we were rather slow in making our appearance. As we stepped forth we were received with a storm of applause, which we acknowledged with a bow. Buntline, who was taking the part of " Gale Durg," ap- peared, and gave me the " cue " to speak " my little piece," but for the life of me I could not remember a single word* BEHIND THE FOOTLIGHTS. Buntline saw I was " stuck," and a happy thought occurred to him. He said as if it were in the play : "Where have you been. Bill ? What has kept yon so long ? " Just then my eye happened to fall on Mr. Milligan, who was surrounded by his friends, the newspaper reporters, and several military officers, all of whom had heard of his hunt and " Indian fight " he being a very popular man. and widely known in Chicago. So I said : "I have been out on a hunt with Milligan." OUR FIRST APPEARANCE. 327 This proved to be a big hit. The audience cheered and applauded ; which gave rne greater confidence in my ability to get through the performance all right. Buntline, who is. a very versatile man, saw that it would be a good plan to- follow this up, and he said : " Well, Bill, tell us all about the hunt.'' I thereupon proceeded to relate in detail the particulars of the affair. I succeeded in making it rather funny, and I was frequently interrupted by rounds of applause. When- ever I began to " weaken," Buntline would give me a fresh start, by asking some question. In this way I took up fifteen minutes, without once speaking a word of my part ; nor did I speak a word of it during the whole evening. The prompter, who was standing between the wings, at- tempted to prompt me, but it did no good ; for while I was- on the stage I " chipped in " anything I thought of. "The Scouts of the Plains" was an Indian drama, of course; and there were between forty and fifty "supers ' r dressed as Indians. In the fight with them, Jack and I w^re at home. We blazed away at each other with blank cartridges ; and when the scene ended in a hand-to-hand encounter a general knock-down and drag-out the way Jack and I killed Indians was " a caution." We would kill them all off in one act, but they would come up again ready for business in the next. Finally the curtain dropped ; the play was ended ; and I congratulated Jack and myself on having made such a brilliant and successful debut. There was no backing out after that. The next morning there appeared in the Chicago papers some very funny criticisms on our first performance. The papers gave us a better send-off than I expected, for they did not criticise us as actors. The Chicago Times said that if Buntline had actually spent four hours in writing that play, it. was difficult for any one to see what he had been doing all the time. Buntline, as u Cale Durg," was killed in the second act, after a long temperance speech; and the 328 LIFE OF BUFFALO BILL. Inter-Ocean said that it was to be regretted that he had not been killed in the first act. The company, however, was very good, and Mdlle. Morlacchi, as " Pale Dove," particu- larly fine ; while Miss Cafarno " spouted " a poem of some seven hundred and three verses, more or less, of which the reader will be glad to know that I only recall the words "I was born in March." Our engagement proved a decided success financially, if not artistically. Nixon was greatly surprised at the result, and at the end of the week he induced Buntline to take him in as a partner in the company. The next week we played at DeBar's Opera House, in St. Louis, doing an immense business. The following week we were at Cincinnati, where the theater was so crowded every night that hundreds were unable to obtain admission. We met with equal success all over the country. Theatrical managers, upon hearing of this new and novel combination ; which was drawing such tremendous houses, were all anxious to secure us; and we received offers of engagements at all the leading theaters. We played one week at the Boston Theater, and the gross receipts amounted to $16,200. We also appeared at Niblo's Garden, New York, the theater being crowded to its utmost capacity every night of the engagement. At the Arch Street Theater, Philadelphia, it was the same way. There was not a single city where we did not have crowded houses. We closed our tour on the 16th of June, 1873, at Port Jervis, New York, and when I counted up my share of the profits I found that I was only about $6,000 ahead. I was somewhat disappointed, for, judging from our large busi- ness, I certainly had expected a greater sum. Texas Jack and myself longed- for a hunt on the Western prairies once more ; and on meeting in New York a party of gentlemen who were desirous of going with us, we all started Westward, and after a pleasant trip arrived at Fort McPherson. CHAPTER XXIX. STARRING. niEXAS JACK and I spent several weeks in hunting in JL the western part of Nebraska, and at the end of our vacation we felt greatly re-invigorated and ready for another theatrical campaign. We accordingly proceeded to New York anci organized a company for the season of 1873-74. Thinking that Wild Bill would be quite an acquisition to the troupe, we wrote to him at Springfield, Missouri, offer- ing him a large salary if he would play with us that winter. Pie was doing nothing at the time, and we thought that he would like to take a trip through the States, as he had never been East. Wild Bill accepted our offer, and came on to New York ; though he told us from the start that we could never make an actor out of him. Although he had a fine stasje appear- ance and was a handsome fellow, and possessed a good strong voice, yet when he went upon the stage before an audience, it was almost impossible for him to utter a word. He insisted that we were making a set of fools of ourselves, and that we were the laughing-stock of the people. I re- plied that I did not care for that, as long as they came and bought tickets to pee us. Wild Bill was continually playing tricks upon the mem- bers of the company, and it was his especial delight to tor- ?,29 330 LIFE OF BUFFALO BILL. ment the u supers." Quite frequently in our sham Indian battles he would run up to the "Indians" (the supers), and putting his pistol close to their legs, would fire at them and burn them with the powder, instead of shooting over their heads. This would make them dance and jump, so that it was difficult to make them fall and die although they were paid twenty-five cents each for performing the " dying busi- ness." The poor "supers" often complained to me about this, and threatened not to go on the stage and be killed again if that man Wild Bill did not stop shooting and burn- ing their legs. I would order Wild Bill to stop his mischief; he would laugh and then promise not to do it any more. But it would not be long before he was at his old tricks again. My company, known as the " Buffalo Bill Combination,"' did a fine business, all through the East. Wild Bill con- tinued his pranks, which caused us considerable annoyance, but at the same time greatly amused us. One day at Titusville, Pennsylvania, while Burke, the business agent, was registering our names and making arrangements for our accommodation, several of us started for the billiard room ; but were met by the landlord, who stopped me and said that there was a party of roughs from the lower oil region who were spreeing, and had boasted that they were staying in town to meet the Buffalo Bill gang and clean them out. The landlord begged of me not to allow the members of the troupe to enter the billiard room., as he did not wish any fight in his house. To please the landlord, and at his suggestion, I called the boys up into the parlor and explained to them the situation. Wild Bill wanted to go at once and fight the whole mob, but I persuaded him to keep away from them during the day. In order to entirely avoid the roughs, the members of the company entered the theater through a private door from the hotel, as the two buildings joined each other. While I was standing at the door of the theater taking the tickets, WILD BILL ON HIS MUSCLE. 331 the landlord of the hotel came rushing up and said that Wild Bill was having a fight with the roughs in the bar- room. It seemed that Bill had not been able to resist the temptation of going to see what kind of a mob it was that wanted to test the pluck of the Buffalo Bill party ; and just as he stepped into the room, one of the bruisers put his hand on his shoulder and said : " Hello, Buffalo Bill ! we have been looking for you all day." u My name is not Buffalo Bill; you are mistaken in the man," was the reply. " You are a liar ! " said the bruiser. Bill instantly knocked him down, and then seizing a chair he laid out four or five of the crowd on the floor, and drove the rest out of the room. All this was done in a minute or two, and by the time 1 got down stairs, Bill was coming out of the bar-room, whistling a lively tune. " Well ! " said he, " I have been interviewing that party who wanted to clean us out." " I thought you promised to come into the Opera House by the private entrance ? " " I did try to follow that trail, but I got lost among the canons, and then I ran in among the hostiles," said he ; "but it is all right now. They won't bother us any more. I guess those fellows have found us." And sure enough they had. We heard no more of them after that. Another incident occurred, one night, at Portland, Maine. Bill found it impossible to go to sleep at the hotel on account of the continued talking of some parties who were engaged in a game of cards in an adjoining room. He called to them several times to make less noise, but they paid little or no attention to him. He finally got up and went to the room with the intention of cleaning out the whole crowd. He knocked and was admitted ; greatly to his surprise, he found the party to be some merchants of the city, whom he had met the previous day. They were playing poker, and invited 332 LIFE OF BUFFALO BILL. him to take a hand. Bill sat down at the table, and said that, inasmuch as they would not let him sleep, he wouldn't mind playing for a while, provided they would post him a little in the game, for he "didn't know much about it. At first he didn't play very well, intentionally making many blunders and asking numerous questions ; but when morning came, he was about seven hundred dollars ahead. Bill put the money in his pocket, and just as he WHS leaving the I LEARNING THE GAME. room he advised them never to wake a man up and invite him to play poker. Wild Bill remained with me until we reached Rochester. I met my family there, and having bought some property in that city, with the intention of making the place my home, I asked Bill not to cut up any of his capers, for I wanted the performance to go off smoothly, as I expected a large audience that evening. He, of course, promised to behave himself. When the curtain rose the house was crowded. WILD BILL LEAVES THE TROUPE. 33$ The play proceeded finely until the Indian fight in the sec- ond act, when Bill amused himself by his old trick of singe- ing the legs of the " supers." After the curtain dropped, the " supers " complained to- me about it. Bill's conduct made me angry, and I told him that he must either stop shooting the " supers," or leave the company. He made no reply, but wen't to the dressing-room and changed his buckskin suit for his citizen's dress, and during one of my scenes I looked down in front and saw him elbowing his way through the audience and out of the theater. When I had finished the scene, and had retired from the stage, the stage-carpenter came up and said: " That long-haired gentleman, who passed out a few min- utes ago, requested me to tell you that you could go to thunder with your old show." That was the last time that Wild Bill and I ever per- formed together on the stage. After the evening's enter- tainment I met him at the Osborn House. By this time he had recovered from his mad fit and was in as good humor as ever. He had made up his mind to leave for the West the next day. I endeavored to persuade him to remain with me till spring, and then we would go together ; but it was of no use. I then paid him the money due him, and Jack and myself made him a present of $1 ,000 besides. Bill went to New York the next day, intending to start west from there. Several days afterwards I learned that he had lost all his money in New York by playing f aro ; also that a theatrical manager had engaged him to play. A company was organized and started out, but as a " star " Wild Bill was not a success; the further he went the poorer he got. This didn't suit Bill by any means, and he accordingly retired from the stage. The company, however, kept on the road, using Bill's name, and employing an actor to repre- sent him not only on the stage but on the street and else- where. Bill heard of this deception and sent word to the manager to stop it, but no attention was paid to his message, 334: LIFE OF BUFFALO BILL. Finally, Bill resolved to have satisfaction and lie pro- ceeded to a town where the company was to play ; lie entered the theater and took a seat near the stage, and watched the performance until the bogus Wild Bill appeared. He then sprang upon the stage, knocked the actor clear through one of the scenes, and grabbing the manager by the shoulders he threw him over the foot-lights into the orchestra. The other actors screamed and yelled " Police ! " The audience GETTING SATISFACTION. could not at first understand what it all meant, some of them supposing the affair to be a part of the play. Wild Bill retired from the stage in good order, resumed his seat, and told them to go on with their show. A police- man now appearing, Bill was pointed out as the disturber of the peace ; the officer tapping him on the shoulder, said : "I'll have to arrest you, sir." " How many of you are there ? " asked Bill. " Only myself," said the policeman. PAYING A FINE. 335 " You had better get some help," said Bill. The officer then called up another policeman, and Bill again asked : " How many of you are there now ? " " Two," was- the reply. "Then 1 advise you to go out and get some more rein- forcements," said Bill, very coolly. The policemen thereupon spoke to the sheriff, who was dressed in citizen's clothes. The sheriff came up and said he would have to take him into custody. " All right, sir," replied Bill, " I have no objections to walking out with you, but I won't go with any two police- men." At the court next morning Bill stated his reasons for having acted as he had done, and the judge fined him only three dollars and costs. This was the last time that Wild Bill appeared on the stage. He shortly afterwards returned to the West, and on arriving at Cheyenne, he visited Boulder's gambling room and sat down at a faro table. "No one in the room recog- nized him, as he had not been in Cheyenne for several years. After losing two or three bets he threw down a fifty dollar bill and lost that also. Boulder quietly raked in the money. Bill placed a second fifty dollar note on another card, when Boulder informed him that the limit was twenty-five dollars. " You have- just taken in a fifty dollar bill which I lost," said Bill. " Well you needn't make any more such bets, as I will not go above my limit," replied Boulder. " I'll just play that fifty dollar bill as it lays. If it loses, it's yours ; if it wins, you'll pay me fifty dollars, or I'll know the reason why." " I am running this game, and I want no talk from you, sir," said Boulder. One word brought on another, until Boulder threatened to have Bill put out of the house. Bill Was carrying the butt end of a billiard cue for a cane, and bending over the table, he said : " You'd rob a blind man." Then he suddenly 20 336 L IFE OF BUFFALO BILL. tapped Boulder on the head with the^cane, with such force as to knock him over. With another sweep of the cane he tumbled the " look-out " from his chair, and then reaching over into the money drawer he grabbed a handful of green- backs and stuck them in his pocket. At this stage of the game four or five men who were employed as " bouncers" for the establishment to throw out the noisy persons rushed up to capture Bill, but he knocked them right and left with his cane, and seeing the whole crowd was now closing in on him, he jumped into a corner, and with each hand drew a revolver and faced the enemy. At this moment the bar-keeper recognized him, and sang out in a loud voice : " Look out boys that's "Wild Bill you've run against." That settled the matter; for when they heard the name of Wild Bill they turned and beat a hasty retreat out of the doors and windows, and in less time than it takes to tell it r Wild Bill was the only man in the room. He coolly walked over to Dyer's hotel, and retired for the night. Buulder claimed that he had taken 500, but he really got only $200. Boulder, upon learning that it was Wild Bill who had cleaned him out, said nothing more about the money. The next day the two men met over a bottle of wine, and settled their differences in an amicable manner. Poor Bill was afterwards killed at Deadwood, in the Black Hills, in a cowardly manner, by a desperado who sneaked up behind him while he was playing a game of cards in a saloon, and shot him through the back of the head, without the least provocation. The murderer, Jack McCall, was tried and hung at Yarikton, Dakotah, for the crime. Thus ended the career of a life-long friend of mine who, in spite of liis many faults, was a noble man, ever brave and gen- erous hearted. Jack and myself continued playing through the country after Wild Bill left us, and we finally closed our season in Boston on the 13th of May, 1874. A HUNT WITH MR. MEDLEY. 337 Business called me from Boston to New York, and after I had been there a few days, I met an English gentleman, Thomas P. Medley, of London, who had come to America for a hunt on the Plains. He had often heard of me, and was anxious to engage rne as his guide and companion, and he offered to pay the liberal salary of one thousand dollars a month while I was with him. He was a very wealthy man, as I learned upon inquiry, and was a relative of Mr. Lord, of the firm of Lord & Taylor, of New York. Of course I accepted his offer. "When we reached the hunting ground in Nebraska, lie informed me, somewhat to my surprise, that he did not want to go out as Alexis did, with carriages, servants, and other luxuries, but that he wished to rough it just as I would do to sleep on the ground in the open air, and kill and cook his own meat. We started out from North Platte, and spent several weeks in hunting all over the country. Dr. W. F. Carver, who then resided at North Platte, and who has recently acquired considerable notoriety as a rifle-shot, hunted with us for a few days. Mr. Medley proved to be a very agreeable gentleman and an excellent hunter. While in camp he busied himself in carrying wood and water, attending to the tire, and prepar- ing and cooking the meals, never asking me to do a thing. He did not do this to save expenses, but because he wanted to do as the other hunters in the party were doing. After spending as much time as he wished, we returned to the railroad, and he took the train for the East. Everything that was required on this hunt was paid for in the most liberal manner by Mr. Medley, who also gave the members of the party several handsome presents. About this time an expedition consisting of seven com- panies of cavalry and two companies of infantry to be commanded by Colonel Mills of the Third Cavalry, was being organized to scout the Powder River and Big Horn country, and I was employed as guide for the command. 338 LIFE OF BUFFALO BILL. Proceeding to Hawlins, "Wyoming, we " outfitted," and other guides were engaged among them Tom Sun and Bony Ernest, two noted .Rocky Mountain scouts. We there left the railroad, and passing through the Seminole range of the Rocky Mountains we established our supply camp at the foot of Independence Hock on the Sweetwater. I was now on my old familiar stamping ground, and it seemed like home to me. Fifteen years before, I had ridden the pony express and driven the overland stages through this region, and the command was going into the same section of country where Wild Bill's expedition of stage-drivers and express- riders had recaptured from the Indians a large number of stolen stage-horses. Leaving the infantry to guard the supply camp, Colonel Mills struck out for the north with the seven companies of cavalry. One day while we were resting on a prairie near the head of powder river, a horseman was seen in the dis- tance approaching us. At first it was thought he was an Indian, but as he came near we saw that he was a white man, and finally when he rode up to us, I recognized him as " California Joe," a noted scout and frontiersman who had spent many years in California, on the plains and in the mountains. He was rmed with a heavy old Sharpe's rifle, a revolver and a knife. I introduced him to Colonel Mills and the other officers and asked him where he was going. He replied that he was out for a morning ride only ; but the fact was that he had been out prospecting alone for weeks along the foot of the Big Horn mountains. Having no permanent occupation just at that time, Joe accompanied us for two or three days, when Colonel Mills suggested that I had better employ him as a scout, so that he could make a little money for himself. Joe didn't seem to care whether I hired him or not ; but I put him on the pay-roll, and while he was with us he drew his five dollars a day. It was worth the money to have him along for com- pany's sake, for he was a droll character in his way, and THE LEATH OF MY SON. 339 afforded ns considerable amusement. We finally surprised Little Wolf's band of Arapahoes and drove them into the agencies. We then scouted the Powder river, Crazy Woman's Fork, and Clear Fork, and then pushed westward through the mountains to the Wind river. After having been out for a month or two we were ordered to return. I immediately went East and organized another [Dramatic company for the season of 1874-75, Texas Jack being absent in the Yellowstone country hunting with the Earl of Dun- raven. I played my company in all the principal cities of the country, doing a good business wherever I went. The summer of 1875 I spent at Rochester with my family. For the season of 1875-6, Texas Jack and I reorganized our old Combination, and made a very successful tour. While we were playing at Springfield, Massachusetts, April 20th and 21st 1876, a telegram was handed me just a3 I was going on the stage. I opened it and found it to be from Colonel Gr. W. Torrence, of Rochester, an intimate friend of the family, who stated that my little boy Kit was danger- ously ill with the scarlet fever. This was indeed sad news, for little Kit had always been my greatest pride. I sent for John Burke, our business manager, and showing him the telegram, told him 'that I would play the first act, and making a proper excuse to the audience, I would then take the nine o'clock train that same evening for Rochester, leav- ing him to play out my part. This I did, and at ten o'clock the next morning I arrived in Rochester, and was met at the depot by my intimate friend Moses Kerngood who at once drove me to my home. I found my little boy unable to speak but he seemed to recognize me and putting his little arms around my neck he tried to kiss me. We did every- thing in our power to save him, but it was of no avail. The Lord claimed his own, and that evening at six o'clock my beloved little Kit died in my arms. We laid him away to rest in the beautiful cemetery of Mount Hope amid sorrow and tears. CHAPTER XXX. I RETURN TO THE PLAIN? . WE closed our theatrical season earlier than usual in the spring of 18T6, because I was anxious to take part in the Sioux war which was then breaking out. Colonel Mills had written me several letters saying that General Crook was anxious to have me accompany his "command, and I promised to do so, intending to overtake him in the Powder river country. But when I arrived at Chicago, on my way West, I learned that my old regiment, the gallant Fifth Cav- alry, was on its way back from Arizona to join General Crook, and that my old commander, General Carr, was in command. He had written to military headquarters at Chi- cago to learn my whereabouts, as he wished to secure me as his guide and chief of scouts. I then gave up the idea of overtaking General Crook, and hastening on to Cheyenne, where the Fifth Cavalry had already arrived, I was met at the depot by Lieutenant King, adjutant of the regiment, he having been sent down from Fort D. A. Russell for that purpose by General Carr, who had learned by a telegram from military headquarters at Chicago that I was on the way. I accompanied the Lieutenant on horseback to the camp, and as we rode up, one of the boys shouted, " Here's Buffalo Bill ! " Soon after there came three hearty cheers from the regiment. Officers and men all were glad to see 340 WITH THE FIFTH CAVALRY AGAIN. 341 me, and I was equally delighted to meet them once more. The General at once appointed me his guide and chief of scouts. The next morning the command pulled out for Fort Lar- amie, and on reaching that post we found General Sheridan there, accompanied by General Frje and General Forsyth, , dur- ing which time they were occupied in cutting up the buffa- loes and packing the meat on their ponies. When they had finished this work they rode off in the direction whence they had come and on the line which I had proposed to travel. It appeared evident to me that their camp was located some- where between me and Glendive Creek, but I had no idea of abandoning the trip on that account. 1 waited till nightfall before resuming my journey, and then I bore off to the east for several miles, and by making a semi-circle to avoid the Indians, I got back on my original course, and then pushed on rapidly to Colonel Rice's camp, which I reached just at daylight. Colonel Rice had been fighting Indians almost every day since he had been encamped at this point, and he was very anxious to notify General Terry of the fact. Of course I was requested to carry his dispatches. After remaining at Glendive a single day I started back to find General Terry, and on the third day out 1 overhauled him at the head of Deer Creek while on his way to Colonel Rice's camp. He was not, however, going in the right direction, but bearing too far to the east, and I so informed him. He then asked me to guide the command and I did so. On arriving at Glendive I bade good-bye to the General and his officers and took passage on the steamer Far "West, which was on her way down the Missouri. At Bismarck I left the steamer, and proceeded by rail to Rochester, New York, where I met my family. 360 LIFE OF BUFFALO BILL. Mr. J. Clinton Hall, manager of the Eochester Opera House, was very anxious to have me play an engagement at his theatre. I agreed to open the season with him as soon as I had got my drama written ; and I did so, meeting with an enthusiastic reception. My new drama was arranged for the stage by J. Y. Ar- lington, the actor. It was a five-act play, without head or tail, and it made no difference at which act we commenced the performance. Before we had finished the season several newspaper critics, I have been told, went crazy in trying to follow the plot. It afforded us, however, ample opportunity to give a noisy, rattling, gunpowder entertainment, and to- present a succession of scenes in the late Indian war, all of which seemed to give general satisfaction. From Rochester I went to New York and played a very successful engagement at the Grand Opera House under the management of Messrs. Poole and Donnelly. Thence my route took me to all the principal cities in the Eastern, Western and Middle States, and I everywhere met with crowded houses. I then went to the Pacific Coast, against the advice of friends who gave it as their opinion that my style of plays would not take very well in California. I opened for an engagement of two weeks at the Bush Street Theatre, in San Francisco, at a season when the theatrical business was dull and Ben DeBar and the Lingards were playing there to empty seats. I expected to play to a slim audience on the opening night, but instead of that I had a fourteen hundred dollar house. Such was my success that I continued my engagement for five weeks, and the theatre was crowded at every performance. Upon leaving San Francisco I made a circuit of the interior towns and clos'ed the season at Yirginia City, Nevada. On my way East, I met my family at Denver, where they were visiting my sisters Nellie and May who were then re- siding there. Some time previously I had made arrangements to go into ON THE STAGE AGAIN. 361 the cattle business in company with my old friend, Major Frank North, and while I was in California he had built our ranches on the South Fork of the Dismal river, sixty-five miles north of North Platte, in Nebraska. Proceeding to Ogalalla, the headquarters of the Texas cattle drovers, I found Major North there awaiting me, and together we bought, branded and drove to our ranches, our first install- ment of cattle. This occupied us during the remainder of the summer. Leaving the cattle in charge of Major North, I visited Red Cloud Agency early in the fall, and secured some Sioux Indians to accompany me on my theatrical tour of 1877-78. Taking my family and the Indians with me, I went directly to Rochester. There I left my oldest daughter, Arta, at a young ladies' seminary, while my wife and youngest child traveled with me during the season. I opened at the Bowery Theatre, New York, September 3d, 1877, with a new Border Drama entitled, "May Cody, or Lost and Won," from the pen of Major A. S. Burt, of the United States army. It was founded on the incidents of the " Mountain Meadow Massacre," and life among the Mor- mons. It was the best drama I had yet produced, and proved a grand success both financially and artistically. The season of 1877-78 proved to be the most profitable one I had ever had. In February, 1878, my wife became tired of traveling, and proceeded to North Platte, Nebraska, where, on our farm adjoining the town, she personally superintended the erec- tion of a comfortable family residence, and had it all com- pleted when I reached there, early in May. In this house we are now living, and we hope to make it our home for many years to come. CHAPTER XXXII. CONCLUSION. AFTEK my arrival at North Platte, I found that the ranchmen or cattle-men, had organized a regular annual " round-up," to take place in the spring of the year. The word " round-up " is derived from the fact that dur- ing the winter months the cattle become scattered over a vast tract of land, and the ranchmen assemble together in the spring to sort out and each secure his own stock. They form a large circle, often of a circumference of two hundred miles, and drive the cattle towards a common centre, where, all the stock being branded, each owner can readily separate his own from the general herd, and then he drives them to his own ranch. In this cattle driving business is exhibited some most magnificent horsemanship, for the " cow-boys," as they are called, are invariably skillful and fearless horsemen in fact only a most expert rider could be a cow-boy, as it requires the greatest dexterity and daring in the saddle to cut a wild steer out of the herd. Major North was awaiting me, upon my arrival at North Platte, having with him our own horses and men. Other cattle owners, euch as Keith and Barton, Coe and Carter, Jack Pratt, the Walker Brothers, Guy and Sim Lang, Arnold and Ritchie and a great many others with their outfits, were assembled and were ready to start on the round-up. 362 DRIVING CATTLE. 363 My old friend Dave Perry, who had presented Buckskin Joe to me, and who resided at North Platte, was most anxious to go with us for pleasure, and Frank North told him he could, and have plenty of fun, provided he would furnish his own horses, provisions and bedding, and do the usual work required of a cow-boy. This, Dave was willing to undertake. We found him to be a good fellow in camp, and excellent company. As there is nothing but hard work on these round-ups, having to be in the saddle all day, and standing guard over the cattle at night, rain or shine, I could not possibly find out where the fun came in, that North had promised me. But it was an exciting life, and the days sped rapidly by ; in six weeks we found ourselves at our own ranch on Dismal river, the round-up having proved a great success, as we had found all our cattle and driven them home. This work being over, I proposed to spend a few weeks with my family at North Platte, for the purpose of making their better acquaintance, for my long and continued absence from home made me a comparative stranger under my own roof-tree. One great source of pleasure to me was that my wife was delighted with the home I had given her amid the prairies of the far west. Soon after my arrival, my sisters Nellie and May, came to make us a visit, and a delightful time we all had during their stay. When they left us, I accompanied them to their home in Denver, Colorado, where I passed several days visiting old friends and scenes. Returning to Ogallala I purchased from Bill Pliant, an ex- tensive cattle drover from Texas, a herd of cattle, which I drove to my ranch on the Dismal river, after which I bade my partner and the boys good-bye, and started for the Indi- an Territory to procure Indians for my Dramatic Combina- tion for the season of 1878-79. En route to the Territory, I paid a long promised visit to my sisters, Julia Mrs. J. A. Goodman and Eliza Mrs. Oeorge M. Myers who reside in Kansas, the state which the reader will remember was my boyhood home. 364: LIFE OF BUFFALO BILL. Having secured my Indian actors, and along with them Mr. C. A. Burgess, a government interpreter, and Ed. A. Burgess, known as the "Boy Chief of the Pawnees," I started for Baltimore,. where I organized my combination, and which w a s the largest troupe I had yet had on the road ; opening in that city at t h e Opera House, under the management of Hon. John T. Ford, and then started on a southern tour, playing in Washington, Rich- mond and as far south as Savannah, Georgia^ where we were brought to a sudden halt, owing to the yellow fever which was then cruelly raging in the beautiful cities of the "Land of the cotton and the cane." While playing in Washington, I sudden- ly learned from a re- port e r Washington newspaper men know everything that my Indians were to be seized by the Government and sent back to their agency. Finding that there was foundation for the rumor, I at once sought General Carl Shurz, Secretary of the Interior, and ONK OF THE A NEW PLAY. asked him if lie intended depriving me of my Indian actors. He said that he did, as the Indians were away from their reservation without leave. I answered that I had had Indians with me the year before and nothing had been said about it ; but Commissioner Ilaight replied that the Indians were the u wards of the government," and were not allowed off of their reservation. I told the Commissioner that the Indians were frequently off of their reservations out west, as I had a distinct remem- brance of meeting them upon several occasions " on the war path," and furthermore I thought I was benefitting the In- dians as well as the government, by taking them all over the United States, and giving them a correct idea of the customs, life, etc., of the pale faces, so that when they returned to their people they could make known all they had seen. After a conversation with the Secretary of the Interior, the Commissioner concluded to allow me to retain the Indians, by appointing me Indian Agent, provided I w r ould give the necessary bonds, and pledge myself to return them in safety to their agency which terms I agreed to. From Savannah, Georgia, having changed my route on account of the yellow fever, I jumped my entire company to Philadelphia, and at once continued on a north-eastern tour, having arranged with the well-known author and dramatist, Colonel Prentiss Ingraham, to write a play for me. The drama entitled " The Knight of the Plains, or Buffalo Bill's Best Trail," was first produced at New Haven, Conn. ; it has proved a great success, and I expect to play it in Eng- land, where I purpose to go next season on a theatrical tour, having been urged to do so by my many friends abroad. After a successful tour of six weeks on the Pacific Slope, thus ending the season of 1878-79, I am at my home at North Platte, Nebraska, for the summer ; and thus ends the account of my career as far as it has gone. THE END. 279