Daily Yellowstone journal., 1886-02-12

q much better weapon than mine, but
like equal terms.
Probably suspecting that J tad a sin.
gle barrelled ride, Log Killer first ma
neuvered to draw my fire. He began
circling around me, uttering yells and
taunts and firing an occasional bullet,
but ! realized his object and refused to
waste my bullet until the right moment
came By and by, when he was within
fair range, tired at his horse. II l
could kill the pony tho chief could no
longer pussue me.
At the crack Of the rifle his horse
rolled over, and fortunately fell upon
its rider in such way as to hold him
to the earth for o moment This gave
me time to reload As Dog Killer
struggled up he drew up his rine and
fired, and my own animal went down
in heap. struck in the head. This left
us face to face. each with ri lie IN his
hands. He fired twice at me before i
raised my gun. but his bullets whistled
over my head. while mine struck him in
the chest and laid him on the grass.
After reloading went over 10 him
and found HIM, as ! believed, stone
dead took away his ri Q, knife, tom
ahawk, and ammunition, and likewise
appropriated q government medal he
was wearing around his neck. didn't
want two guns, and so slung mine
away, together with the ammunition.
| destroyed both saddles as well as |
could, made knapsack of blankets and
provisions, and within an hour after
first sighting Dog Killer was heading
for the fort on foot.
For the first fifty rods looked bac k
at brief intervals. | own that was
awed and frightened at the knowledge
that had killed human being, a
thought in fair defence of my own life
Then, too, his fierce face, his half open
eyes. the bloody froth on his lips, made
up a picture TO haunt me. had gone
perhaps half mile, and had halted on
a little knoll to survey the plain, when
a bullet screamed past my ear and a
ride cracked spitefully. wheeled
around, and there was Dog Killer rest
ing on his knees within twenty rods of
me. That malignity which inspires only
the red man had shaken OFF the clutch
of death and forced him to follow me,
in the hope of accomplishing my de-
struction. He had picked up and loaded
the abandoned rifle, and his bullet cut
close to my head.
drew up my rifle to shoot him, but
he did not finch. lie waved his hand
and tried TO shout defiance. could not
pull trigger on dying man, even if an
enemy. shouldered the weapon and
walked briskly on. and | was only well
out of range when he fired again. Five
miles away assembled swell which
gave me good view of my trail, and
beheld Dog killer creeping along over
the path like the incarnate fiend he was
No wo .nded Bengal tiger was ever more
determined on revenge.
Two hours before shutdown had the
good fortune to fall in with lieuten-
ant and ten men, hearing military dis
patches. A halt was made, and three
men were sent to find Dog Killer and
dispatch him and secure his weapon.
The devil was only eight miles away,
being only two hours behind me in all
she days walk. Death had come at
last, however, although he still clenched
the ride, and his glazed eyes seemed to
be scanning my trail.
AT daylight next morning was safe
in ort Dodge, and had the scalp Of
| og niller to prove the truth of my
| story