The Dallas daily herald. [volume] (Dallas, Tex.) 1873-1887, 1877-03-24
THE FRONTIER.
The llaps and Mlshaps OF Border Life
The PralrleS for One Hundred and
Fifty Miles Strewn With Hide
less Bodies of BuiralOes.
A Newsy Letter from Our COrrespOn-
ent, COmanche Jim.
HEAD OF CoNcHo, BUFF 40 CAMP,
m HIM frAIl- .lAIlI llI.n -nIaaIil.

HEAD OF CoNCHo, BUFFALO CAMP, !
Ten miles from southern extremity Of
the Staked Plains, March Is, 1917. }
To the Editor of the Herald;
The heel-ilies are bothering the buf.
faloes, and so is man here named Will
son, at least, judging from the fact that
from the beginning OF October until the
commencement Of March, he has killed
over twenty>nine hundred.
A buffalo hunter Of the name of
Forest recently killed man in the
North fork of the Concho The dispute
arose over whisky, and the killing took
place al II small store erected for the
purpose OF selling it.
An old man named Wallace was re.
Gently found dead close to his wagon
Evidence went to show that his horses
running away was the cause
A herd of buffalo recently begged
down in the Concho, and afforded great
fun for the hunters, who dragged them
out An oX>driver (of course a Dutch
man by BIRTH, after extracting year,
ling, tried to hobble him with view to
damestication. 1t is needless to say he
got butted in the stomach, and as the
negro said. in several other places, and
finally gave it up, practically convinced
at last that the buffalo was meant to
be eaten ard not worked
The Muscalares Apaches, it appears,
cannot keep their hands from picking
and stealing, and by the petty depreda,
tions will soon require the presence of
General Crook when he has got through
with Crazy Horse and Sitting Bull to
stralghten them out. About 100000
buffalo hides have gone into Concho
within the last six months, which proves
either that butialoes are getting scarcer
or that there must be plenty of them
along the frontier. From Fort Concho
to Fort Griffin, distance of one hun
bred and fifty miles, the prairie is
strewn with bodies, Was this fact
known to certain class of people in
New York and other large cities, well
known by the name of "the pocr," it
would sound like tale from the Ara
bian Nights,
While out at dry camp, close to the
Staked Plains, not long ago, came
across two curious looking graves, and
nothing but the fear that they contained
white men and not red prevented me
from playing hyena and examining
them
There are plenty of mustangs in this
county a man with patent for
catching them could make fortune.
Turkeys here are insultingly tame.
They parade past your camp as if they
knew their flesh was tougher than
buffalo hump and tender.lon,
The creeks here are full of beavers,
and they keep us awake at night by
their efforts to dam up what they can't
prevent running-the Concho.
The buffalo hunters are breaking up
their camps, and good many of them
are going to Arizona Buffalo hides in
Fort Concho only bring two cents per
pound, which, of course only pays those
who buy them. 1t seems thousand
pities in this age of civilization and
utilization that there is no market for
meat which cannot be beaten by any.
thing obtained, even in French Johns
restaurant.
The only drawback to the happiness
Of our camp life is that close to us is
telegraph pole, which uApleasantly re.
minds us OF civilization and its incon
venlences. "CoMANoHE JIM