The Stark County Democrat. [volume] (Canton, Ohio) 1833-1912, 1869-12-15
Ned BuntIine's Great Story !
THE GREAT LIVING SCOUT
BufaloBill.
THE KING OF BORDER MEN
The Widest, Truest story Ned Runt-
r line ever Wrote.

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home group. This is my first pic
ture,
Lonk well on the isading figure in
that groap. You will see him but
This once, yet on his sad tate hinges
all the wild and fearful realities
which are TO follow drawn TO a very
great extent, not from imagination,
but from life itself.
A noble looking, haired
man sitS by 6 rough table, readiT @
the Bible aloud aEla stools by his
feet sit two beautiful little girls. his
twin daughters not more than ten
years of age, while a noble boy OF
Twelve or Thirteen, stands by the
back of the chair where sits the
handsome, yet matrOniy look ing
moIher.
1t is the hour for family pray er
before retiring for the night, and Mr.
Cody, the Christian, always reLneIn-
oers Il In the hrart of his dear home.
| He eiOsrs the hoy box and is
shout tn kueel and ask Heaven To
bless and protect him and his dear
ones, .4H.r t.. EEtE-
i Hark! The sound of horses gal
looping with mad speed toward his
house falls upon his ear. -.r
'-It is possible there is another
Indian alarm?" he says, inquiringly,
A isf1, worse than the red 81 wages
are riding in hot haste tward that
door.
Halo the house!" is shouted
loudly, as large cavalcade of horse
men halt before the door,
What Is wanted, and who are Y e?''
asked the good man, as he threw
wide open the door and stood upon
it's threshold.
You are wanted, you black heart
ed nigger- worshiper, and Colonel
M'Kandi as-hsve come to fetch you
Aud thersis the VAFFaaIH'
As the rutfitn leader of the band
shouted these words. the pistol 81
ready ia his hasd was raised, ievel-
ed, fired, and the father, husband and
Christian, fell uead before his horror
stricken family.
''lf them gals was n little older
but never mind, b,.ys, this viii be 4
lesson for the sneaks that come upOu
the BOrder-let's be off. for there's
plenty more work to do before day
iignt J" continued the wretch, turn
ing the head of his horse to ride
away.
"SJopr'
It was but a simple Wo d-spoken.
too by u boy whose bluS eyes shOne
! I wildly in q face as white as a new
fallen snow and full as cold-spoken
as he stood erect over the dOdy. OF
his dead father, weapUnless and
alone. rI -rf.#., = a3E
Yet that ruhian, aye, and all OF
his mad, reckless crew, stopped as if
q mighty spell was laid upon them.
"You Jake M'Kandlas, have
murpered my fatherI You, base
coward, who saw him In this dark
deed, spoke no word 90 restrain HIM.
am only Little Bill, his son, but
rs God in Heaven hears me now, /
will kill every fathers son of you
before the beard grows on my face ~
'Hear the elittle rooster crow. He'll
light when his spurs grow, if we don't
cut his comb now" cried the leader,
with a mocking laugh, and he raised
his pistol once more.
"Monster, you have robbed me OF
husband; you shall not Kill my
boy" shrieked the mother, as she
sprang forward and drew her son up
t her own bosom.
"Colonel, there's a big gang OF
men comm over the prairie. Wed
better git," cried a scout, riding in
at this moment.
''AyaI For 1 don'twant to kill 6
t woman, if can helpit Column t.
the right, boys, and follow me-" ,
In a minute, at full speed, the par
ty dashed way after their leader
and the Wretched family were left
alone with the dead.
Frnzen with terror and awe, the
beautiful twains, Lille and LOttie
crept into the doorway, where. theil
"a mother and brother kHelt over tbs
stiffeniDg form of hin who had .neeI
: 50 good-aud kind-Uheir dear father
On, whata picturei Grief was still
Nor sob, nor tear, not even a mOsI
( arose They were dumb with agOny
| parafyzed with a sense of after be
re" vement.
/ Ills now 1861. The old log hous
> has disappeared, but in the same no
BILE grove a pretty white cottage /
seen. Barns and haystacks all tell
AtOry OF good farming and profitabl
results
On the embowered porch of thi
cottsge sits the widow, still in he
morning garb, worn for bim who's
death we have already pictured, an
near her stand two lovely girls tn
twin sisters, Lille and Lottie, nov
in the early bloom of beautiful We
e manhood.
= They look alike, are dressed alik
: and ore exceedingly beautiful.
l. Lille held a letter IN her han
(which the mounted mali carrier ha
left as he swept by.
'tOh, mamma, mamma brothE
Is coming homel He sa, he wi
be here before the sun sets on Ii
twenty fifth The letter is from FoI
Kearuey, and has been long in con
ing. -.
n asked Lottie.
or ''To be sure it IL, and he will /
n here Our William Is wild, but
a never tells d fAlsehood. He is to
!. proud for that Heaven bless hiua!
y said The m"ther, IN low, earne
3, "He is not coming alone" sal
y Lille. "He brings two friends wit
q him."
1T lacks scarce half hour of sur
set, said the mother.
as At the same instant Lille, WI
as had been glancing tn ough an aver
az ue which led westward in the grow
SEI 4: %They are coming they a
= And three minutec later, the
- horses sfrothy and hot, three ride
at fnil speed dashed up TO the ga
fronting the cottsge.
= "Oh, brother brother ~ cried Il
- two sisters, joyOusIy, and all hee
less of the stranger eyes now lOokiI
on nthem, they rushed out to embra
and kiss him.
Buffalo Bill, for this was he, hi
learned 10 hide all his feelings, b
lO with q gentle tenderness he shOl
himself out of their embraces, al
. presenting his two friends by nam
hurried on to meet the dear mOthI
whO,s with glistening eyes. wait
e to greet her Idol and her pride.
y HMy good mother 10 was all
OF said, as he pressed his manly lips
- her white forehead, -
This is the nom de chase of WI