Smyrna times., 1869-12-22
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Ned. Buntline's Great Story
The Great Living Scout!
BUFFALO BILL n
THE KING OF BORDER MEM
The Widest, Truest Story, Ned. Buntliue eUer
1Cr0te.

An oasis of green wood on a Kansas prairie
bright stream shining like liquid silver in the
moonlight-a log house built under the limbs
of great trees-withn this humble home a hap
py group. This is my first picture.
Look well on the leading figure in that group.
You will see him but this once, yet on his sad
fate hinges all the wild and fearful realities
which are to follow, drawn to a very great ex-
tent not from Imagination bat from life ITSELF
A noble looking, white-haired man sits by a
rough table, reading the Bible aloud. On stools
by his feet sit two beautiful little girls, his twin
daughters, not more than ten years of age,
while noble boy of twelve or thirteen, stands
| by the back of the chair where sits the hand
| some vet MISUNDERSTANDING mother.
1t is the hour for family prayer before retiring
for the night, and Mr. G )dy, the Christian, al
ways remembers it in the heart of his dear
home.
He closes the holy book and is about to kneel
and ask Heaven to bless and protect him and
his dear ones.
Hark The sound of horses galoping with
mad speed toward his house falls upon his ear.
E "Is it possible there is another Indian
e alsrm?" he says, iDquringly.
Alas, worse than the red savages are riding
! in hot haste toward that door.
Halo the house !'' is shouted loudly, as
+ large cavalcade of horsemen halt before The
+ door,
!! "What is wanted, and who are ye?'' asked
y the good man, as he threw wide open the doc
e and stood upon its threshold
"YOu are wanted, yeu black hearted niger
re worshiper, and I-Colonel NJ Kandlas-hav
re come to fetch you And there the warrant 7
'e AS the ruftian leader of the band shOutet
= these words, the pistol already in his hands wa
raised, leveled fired, and the father, husband
a. and Christian, fell dead before his horror
E stricken family.
- eff them gals was little older-but neve
~ mind, boys, this will be lesson for the sneak
= that come upon the Border-let's be of, 70
be there's plenty more work to do before dal
light - continued the wretch, turning the hea
b Of his horse to ride away.
he 'StOp u
!" Is 1t was but single word-spoken, too, by
re boy whose blue eyes shOne wildly in face
re white as new-falien snow and full as cold
at spoken as he stood erect over the body of
at dead father, Weaponless and alone.
Nv Yet that rufian, aye, and all of his MAJ
"' reckless crew, stopped as if a mighty spell wi
You, Jake M'Kandlas, have murdered n
100 father You, base towards, who saw him
me this dark decd, spoke no word to restrain hin
me l am only Little Bill, bis son, but as God
to Heaven hears me now, will kill every fat
I'D nd er's son Of you before the beard grows on n
md face ~
,ne Hear the little rooster crow. He'll fig
when his spurs grow, if we don't cut his con
y now" cried the leader, with a mOcking laug
and he raised his pistol once more.
monster, you have robbed me of husban
ted you shall not kill my boy" shrieked the mot
% our er, as she sprang forward and drew her son
TO- to her own bosom.
me- "Colonel, there's big gang of men comi
9 Of over the prairie. We'd better git" cried
scout, riding in at this moment.
"Ayel For l don't want to kill womi
-. if can help 1t. Column to the right, bo
! 50 and follow me-"
be In minute, at full speed the party dash
away after their leader, and the wretched ia
lily were left alone with the. dead.
90 Frozen with terror and awe, the beauti
90 twins Lille and Lottie, crept out to the do
90 way, where their mother and brother KIN
'oOT over the stiffening form of him who had be
-, 40 good and kind--their dear father.
Oh, what picture Grief was still.
sob, nor tear, not even moan arose. III
very were dumb with agony -paralyzed with SCI
nuns of utter utter bereavement ! .is.s
Its now 1861. The old log house has
Half appeared, but in the same noble grove pre-
.ley white cottage is seen, Barns and haystacks
% 50. tell story OF good farming and profitable
,ls- suits.
-" On the embowered porch Of this cottage
the widow, still in her mourning garb, worn
zion him whose death we have already pictur
10th. and near her stand two lovely girls-the t.
:. sisters, Lille and Lottie, now in the e;
NJ" bloom of beautiful womanhood.
They look alike, are dressed alike and
ars urea a exceedingly beautiful.
slOle Lille had letter 10 her hand which
: bss mcunted.mail carrier had left as he swept
alton "Oh. mamma, mamma brother is com
ually --------------- - = ,1, "a - -, -
TINS is dne "a scet M The car west now eeoyed hi
capacity 10 enera AuEurs Department aud great fay
~ with Generals Custer and sheridan. A man who has