The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1895-04-07
SAVED BY BUFFALO BILL.
CONGRESSMAN HALL SAYS THAT HE
OWES HIS LIFE TO THE SCOUT.

/ buualO BIZ Cody VIII always live
warmly in my heart: I'm BY no means
sure but 7 owe him my life" Il was
/ Representative Hall OF Missouri who thus
I pronounced for the showman-scout.
Continuing in explanation OF that earn
/ est regard in which he held the long
{ haired Cody. Hall went On to say: Il
was a very young man when first met
Cody at the little jlm-crow camp in the
/ Black Hills country. I had gone there 10
/ seek my fortune. and. I might add. came
away a year or so later without finding
/ IT, My search. so far as the Black Hills
/ were concerned. was utterly fruitless;
my fortune was not there and by the time
I was-ready to leave I fully understood
/ the satirical sapiency of that line in
| Scott wherein he tell how Young Loeb
/ invar came out Of the west
/ After I had been in the Black Hills
! year 1 Endorsed Lochinvar's position in
[ the matter. and lost no time in emulating
I his intelligent example.
But about Buffalo Bill: It was in this
] little camp I met him and another of the
same long-haired brood. somewhat cele-
brated al that time-California Joe. 1
was tenderfoot of the tenderest kind,
1 and these two knights of the border,
/ whose experiences were as long and
I thick as their hair, seemed willing in
casual and protecting way to be friendly.
When 1 came into camp 1 was given a
room at the ramshackle construction
which passed for a hotel, the same room
being but that morning vacated by very
bad man who left for Deadwood. II was
not known whether he would return or no.
I He might or he might not. In the
uncertainty which surrounded his future
in that behalf the landlord made over the
room to me l had called it mine
about a week when the bad man from
1 Deadwook came back. He said he didn't
/ like II in Deadwood; the limit WASH I
high enough for him. And he cornered
( the landlord and demanded his room.
The landlord said he would see me. 1
saw no good reason for giving way to the
gentleman from Deadwood, and as to
give up the room meant to sleep in
the sage brush, l declined the PROPOSE
/ ton.
Let this party from Deadwood sleep
in the brush" I said to the landlord. IL
will DO him good"
He's a mighty bad man. replied
| the landlord, obviously. Il don't know
/ how he'll take this
Then he went away. and forgot all
about it, He evidently told the Deadwood
man, however. of my obduracy, and the
DeadwOod man as evidently INDUCED in
blood-curdling threatss I infer as much
/ from the fact that the landlord took me
| one side after supper that night, and with
/ a pale face whispered:
1 want you to look out for youself.
/ This yere sharp from Deadwod IS prowl
in about camp some eres, talkink' mighty
hard about you and that room. And
! here the landlord threw a vast deal OF
/ mystery and dark significance into his
1 tone, he's drinkn'.'
This warning. or rather the latter
part of It, might have had a more siais-
ter construction by me had it not been
that the impressions l had gained during
| my brief time in camp were that every
body was 'drinkin the phrase did not,
! therefore, appal me as it should.
/ THAT evening, as was usual with the
| entire male population, l went down TO
| the dance hall; fashion of huTdygurdy,
| where everybody met everybody else and
! swapped news and views and lead and
whatever they stood most in need of.
was sitting in quiet talk with Buffalo
| Bill and California Joe, and was Just tell
| ing them of this collision in our desti-
| Mes between me and the Deadwood gem
| tleman. when a ringing war whoop rent
the air outside. The next moment the
party in question came into the place A
| glance showed me that the landlord was
justified in saying that he was drinkin' >
! " Where's that long, slim blankety-
| blank short horn who calls himself Hall?'
he yelled I'm goin to run him out O.
camp. l need his room, and I've took a
notion agin him, and he can't stay whar
1 am no how Then he gave another yell
and favored US with the information that
| he was a wolf.
Cody California Joe and 1 were sit
| ting a bit to one side and as the Dead
wood man came surging down the center
| of the situation he didn't see us 1t
! came to pass, therefore, that about the
time he was in the middle of the fourth
yell l hit him in the head with a sand
| stone match safe, which weighed about
twenty pounds. The Deadwood man
went down like a ten-pin, and at TRAIT Il
dozen of his friends jumped up and
| pulled their pistols. But quick as they
were, Cody and California Joe were
quicker. They numbered their six
shooters in a flash, and Cody who had
two, passed me one, with his left hand.
Cody then stepped in between me and
the trouble.
Put up your guns, boys said Cody.
and his tones were as cheerfuny conii-
dent as If he had q thousand men al
his back. Put up you guns. This is a
private affair and you're not in it, If
your friend there IS hunting trouble he
can set it. The man he's looking for is
here. But before you people take a
hand, you want TO understand that IT
won't be all one way. Joe and ! have
got the other end of it. and we'll be
mighty likely to break even with YOU"
I Cody seemed so bright and alert with
it all ana California Joe appeared so cool
| ly ready at his elbow, that the other side
came to a dead halt.
See here. l said; for il struck me
as a good time to be widely magnan-
imous. If there are any differences
| they're between me and this Deadwood
gentleman with the injured head. don t
| want my friends shot upon my account,
| and 1 suppose he feels the same way
| about his. Now I m here, and perfectly
ready 70 arrange our troubles in any way
| he Il suggest
I was tall and strong. and just out
OF a college gymnasium, and has no
great fears of the outcome Of a fstic
collision. The Deedwood man had come
around by this time. The stone match
safe, while it mad knocked a deal Of the
whisky out Of him, had left him more
violent and ugly than ever. A made
what one might call my grand stand
I plaV I saw rnnr1pf. rOr,e in ot-,-y