The Ouachita telegraph. [volume] (Monroe, La.) 1865-1889, 1877-07-20
Bunalo Btli-some Of His Exploits

Bumhlo Bill-some Of His Exploits.
A correspondent Of Western paper
furnishes the following account. Of two
Of the adventures Of Buffalo Bill in the
lar West. The real name Of this dar-
ing scout is VIM. F. Cody. He ia thus |
described: sat... -.saai r...
Cody is a splendid looking specimen !
of humanity, over ak feet in height, |
weighing nearly 200 pounds. and ndmi- !
rsbly proportional, while his aqui!ine
features. some what omtse style Of dress,
and long dark brown hair, which fails
In masses Of curts over his shoulders,
make him q center of attraction among
the pnny jewellers in cities. couple
Of anecdotes. rs told by him to the mar
ret0r, told over the campfire and
vouched for by gentlemen present, " i'll
give . fair idea OF the life this atlventur.
Gus man has passed. of his endurance in
time of suffering, and desperate courage
in the honr of danger.
'Look here, Will" enid one Of the
officers as he kicked the glowing embers
Into blaze, ''apin US q yarn about your
self and shut up about other people"
The request was unanimously approved,
and one officer remarked: Tell them
about that rongh spell on tho Republi
can. for they have probably not heard
it," - .... ~.
Will shook the last drop out Of his
canteen Git waa only alkali water with
dash of lemon in it) and said: I'm
not much of a hand at blowing this sort
of trumpet, but if you want to hear
how one man stuck to another when he
was on the ragged edge. I'll tell you
how George Hanson stood by me. In
the winter of $50, and It aoas winter.
George and 1 were trapping on branch
OF the Republican river. The indiana
were pretty much friendly at that time,
and it was too cold for them to be
browsing around much anyhow, so we
felt cosy as pie in little dng.ont we'd
made in the side of the bluff. One day
while George and I we're skylarking on
the ice fell and broke my leg. or rather
1splintered the nhin bone. That sort of
thing isn't the pleassntest in the world,
even It you are at 8 post where there's
doctor to look out for you, and when
1t happens on the plains in mid winter,
you feel like saying your prayers'
George took it very rough. almost worse
than did. and he just hustled around
me "a though was u baby. He made
some splints aud set the bone as we'll as
he could. and then he got lot Of fire.
wood and piled 1t in the dug.out, laid in
supply Of meat and az much water az
We had cans to hold. and then he said:
Il must get you to the settlements, old
boy Our horses saw nothing for them
to eat thereabouts, 60 had wandered
away some tune before. George piled
our blankets aud pel.a together and laid
me on them, and then he took q pull at
his belt. picked up his rife and started
ont a-foot. To say felt lonely wouldn't
express 1t, but you see l knew he would
be back in twelve days, aud L lust
counted the hours. The twelve DAYS
passed, somehow or other, and then
came the thirteenth, but GEORGE didn't
tnrn up. All the wood conld get was
gone by this time. so I couldn't melt
the ice or cook the meat. aud had to be
content with raw flesh frozen and icicIes
or snow. Day after day passed, and
still he didn't come, and knew he WAS
dead or had come to grief somewhere,
Tor that sort OF u man don't leave a
friend in the lurch, cost what it NAV. I
tell you, gentlemen, you can hear the
wolves now, If you listen, but Won are
used to it. and don't think of them: nor
did until that time; but when my fire
was gone out they'd get aronnd that
dug. out at night and howl like dogs
over their dead master. 1t wasn't
cheerful at tho start. and didn't grow
into weeks But you see a man hates
to die like wounded bear, 80 I lust
held on for all ! knew. Twenty DAYS
and nights had passed. and began to
reckon up what l had done in this world
and the time had left to stay in it. ii
got through that night some how or
other, but guess my head was a little
on next day, for seemed to hear voices
all around, and didn't feel the bitter
GOLD as had before. All Of. a sudden
l heard footsteps cracking on the snow
outside. and knew they we're real, but
couldn't cali out Tor the life of me- 1t
was George. He crawled SLOWLY into
the dug out and came alongside of me,
where l lay with my eyes ahut, for |
conldn't look up at first. and when r did
-then-well, we didn't either of ua saw
anything for ia while.
You see he had reached the settlement
all right, and had started back with An
OK tsam-people didn't care abont tray
cling around much that winter. On the
second day out al awful storm com
'nenoed. and he struggled and biundered
against it till his team wouldn't 20 apv