The daily tribune., 1908-10-15
ONE Of BUFFALO BILLS STORIES.


he was in Denver recently with his
wild west rankaboo he had to get off
oneof his usual spasms about the
cid days on the plains: II came
out into Wyoming for the first time
in 49," he said. General Sheridan
had asked me to guide party Of
twenty five students to whom Prof.
essor Morris of Yale was lecturinR.
We camped IN the Big Horn basin
where the town of Cody now stands
and you can find 1t on the map. 1t
WAS then the widest place you ever
saw and sat around and listened to
the professor telling the boys, about
taings-so careful when we came
across pile of bones he had dug up
that not least bit should be broken
Off thought he WAS talking through
his hat. One thing he said always
stuck; He said that these benches
meant that once great sea had been
here. That WAS why they were so
level. And that as the sea receded
and finally broke out of the canon al.
together 1t left ON the bottom the silt
- Il.
could be brought on the land it would
be found incredibly rich.
"Well. got tired Of my farm
down in Nebraska one fall AID hiked
off into that country all alone. l
hunted up the place where we had
camped-my, its more years ago
than 1 dare to to II. But l found the
same old sage brush and the same sill.
ent wilderness. While other folks
brag about their pioneering as having
puilt the first this or that in com.
munity | want it understood that |
built the first fire in the Big Horn
basin. You know how man fires
the grass to cook supper when he's
in hurry. l got my coffee and
steak ready and set beI off cook.
ed the meat and kept the pot in my
hand. When the meat was done set
it down and went on with my coffee
but when the darned stuff had boiled
was mile and half from the
steak
"Another time l took a dutch Ba.
ron up there for hunt. Each day
camp was broken and the advance
continued into the reserve where the
game, every animal. knows it Is safe
and half n dozen times each day we
would see great numbering bear or
q group Of deer poised for flight,
watching us. At night there was
the rest with the stars looking down
and the darkness pierced with some
cry of wild thing in the wilder
ness. always the laugh Of the coyote,
shrieking its own desolation in the
cold Of the mountain blackness-
all taking us apart from the business
and turmoil of the world. One night
came snow, silent and burying. aud
in the morning hurried packing
and returning to the Basin. where
little snow falls, and the making Of
camp there. We hunted every day
for elk, for each wanted to get his
own legitimate heads.
1--WE had an old indian named
Irontail with us who, one night
while l was away from camp, got in.
to a poker gane with the Baron /
WAS bound that Iron tail should tell
US what had happened but not a word
could l get from him until the last
night at dinner. Nothing written
can give the merest suggestion Of
Irontsil's tale for he gave II entirely
in the sign Language, a perfect pan
tomime with only the proper names
to designate the person speaking.
Baron he began motioning to
show how the Baron beckoned to him
to Join him. 'Injup. shaking his
head in dissent. Baron: Come long
Injun. play. 'Injun. showing how
he reluctantly got up and went and
sat down with the Baron to play,
how the Baron shuffied and cut for
deal and won. How he dealt and
won the first deal. 'Ipjun.' with
gusto. showed how lie dealt and got