The Charleston daily news. [volume] (Charleston, S.C.) 1865-1873, 1869-12-15
The Wndest, Truest story Ned Buntlino
ever Wrote.

= bright stream shining like liquid silver IN tne
roonlignt-a log house built under the limos o.
rrest trees-within this humble home a happy
group. This is my first picture.
Look well On the leading figure in that group
You win see him but this once; on his SAD late
hinges all the wild and fearful realities which are
to fellow, drawn to very great extent, not IRON
imagination, but from life ITSELF
A nohle-looking, white-haired man sits Dy
rough table, reading the Bible aloud. On stooi
by his feet sit two beautiful little girs' MS Nv"
daughters, not more than ten years OF age "nl''
a noble boy, of twelve or thirteen, stands oy tut
I back Of the chair, where sits the handsome ye'
matronly looking mother.
Il Ia the hour fer family prayer before retiring
Tor the night and Mr.. Cody, the Christlan, always
remembers it In the heart Of his dear home.
He closes the holy book and is about to knee
and ask Heaven to bless him and protect his deal
ones.
Harki The sound OF horses gallopping with mao
speed towards his house falls upon his ear.
b lqs II possible there Is another Indian alarm r
ne says, inquiringly.
Alas worse than the red sayaSes are ridlng IL
hot haste toward that door.
aHallo-the house," is shouted Loudly, as
large cayalcade OF horsemen halt before the door
.sWhat is wanted, and who are yer" asked th'
rood man, as he threw wide open the door ane
stood upon its threshold.
seYou are wanted, you black-heart"d Niger
worshipper, and NColonel MKandlas-na''
come to fetch you And ther, IS the warrant !"
As the rufiiar leader Of the band shouted these
words, the pistol already In his lands was rais
ed. leyelled, fred, and the father, husband and
rhristian fell dead before his horror-stricker
family.
..n them gals was little ol'er-eut never
rnind, boys, this win be lesson Tor the sneakf
that come upon the Border-lets be OIL, Tor there's
ulenty more work to do before daylight p con
tinped the wretch, turning the head Of his horse
% riGe away.
a'etopr'
II was but single word-spokel, too, oJ ooJ
whose blue eyes shone wildly in o face as white
M r,ev-fallen snow and full as cold-spoken as hf
staod erect over the body Of his dead father
Weaponless and alone.
Ye. that rufaan, aye, and all Of his mad reck
less crew, stopped as II q mighty spen was iaic
ppon them.
aYou, Jake MKandlas, have murdered my
father You, base towards, who saw him do tnli
dark deed, spoke no word to restrain him. an
: cri% Little Bill, his son, but as God In HEAVIER
hears me now, win kill every fathers son OF yo1
before the beard Crews on my facep
.Hear the little rooster crow. He'll fight wher
his spurs grow, if we don't cut his comb now,
cried the leader, with mocking laugh, and III
raised his pistol once more.
s1Lonster, you have robbed me OF husband
YOU shan not kill my boy" shrieked the mother
as she sprang forward and drew her son up Il
her bosom.
.sCclonel, there's big gang Of men comm owe
the prairie. We'd better git,n cried scout, rid
ing In OF this moment.
aAyei For don't want to kill woman If
can heipit Column to the right, boys, and fol
low mel
In a minute at full speed, the party dashet
away after their leader, and the wretched famil!
werelef alone with the dead.
Frozen with terror and awe, the beautiful twins
Lille and Lottie, crept out to the doorway wher
their mother and brother knelt over the st!nen
anc form OF him who had been so good and kind
their dear father.
oh. what a picture Grief was still. Nor sob
nor tear, not even moan arose. They wer'
dumb with agony-paralyzed with sense
utter bereavement.
%
II is now 1861. The old log house has disap
reared but in the same noble grove pretty whit
cottage Ia seen. Barns and haystacks all tell
story of good farming and profitable results.
On the embowered porch Of this cottage sits th
widow, still In her mourning garb, worn for hin
whose death we have already pictured, and nea
her stand two lovely girls-the twin sisters Lilli
and Lottie-now in the early bloom OF beautiiu
Eomanhood.
They look alike are dressed alike, and are ex
ceedingly beautiful.
Lille held letter in her hand which the mount
I'd mail carrier had left as he swept by.
ooh, mamma, mamma brother is coming
ncmei He says he will be here before the sui
,sets on the twenty ffth The letter Is from For
Kearney, and has been long in coming"
ais not to-day the twenty fifth" asked Lottie
..To be sure It is, and he will be here. Our VII
siarn Is Wild but he never tells falsehood. Il
in too proud for that Heaven bless hlm n SAT-
the mother, in o low, earnest tone.
.sHs is not coming alone,", ",said Lille. III
brings two friends with him."
ait lacks scarce half hour of sunset" said tn
mother.
& At the same instant Lille, who had been glanc
sne through an avenue which led westward il
the grove, cried out:
.sThey are coming They are comingP'
And three minutes later, their horses rotily an
hot, three riders at full speed dashed up to tn
gate fronting the cottage.
s'oh brother r' cried the two sisters, 1oyously
and an needless OF the stranger eyes now loos
ing on them, they rushed out to embrace end kls
him.
Buffalo Bill, for this was he, had learned to hid
aIl his feelings, but with gentle tenderness h
shook himself out OF their embraces, and present
ing his two friends by name, hurried on to NEE
the dear mother. who with gllstening eyes, waite
10 greet her idol and her pride
any good mother p' was all he said, as
pressed his manly lips to her white forehead.
.sMy dear sonr' was all she said, but page
vou,d not not describe the reverence in his toni
y or the unlying love in her leok.
Bli now presented his friends In more form
$This Ia the nom de chaSSe OF VIM. r. Cody, IN
greatest hunter guide and seout IN the iar IVES
now employ ed In that capacity In Generai Augnr
Department, and great favorite Win Genera "a
Custer and Sheridan. man VINO mas klile
s.xty-nAne buhaioes Ia one days hunt, mas carrie
the name, think.