Five Mile Beach weekly journal., 1909-01-15
BY BUFFALO BILL
"TRUB TALES OF THE PLAI
o-,l,x,o,rr ',eoa.1r WILLIAM COPY

- N 1887 I was barely eleven when
shot my first Indian. He was q
chief. l knew that from his
headdress. His name l never
learned. Here is the story:
My parents, with their seven chill
dren, had moved from Iowa to Kan
sas three years earlier. My father
had taken up Il claim In Salt Creek
valley and built a comfortable home.
But he was not to enjoy the good days
that seemed to be dawning for us.
Kansas just then was torn by the
slavery feud, and in the bitter strife of
the time my father, after making an
antislavery speech at a nearby post
traders store, was mobbed and his
life threatened. On this occasion one
of my fathers irate ~audience-a man,
Charles Dunno by rame-stabbed my
loved parent In the side. At the time
of the attack | stood unarmed over
my wounded fathers body and tried
with childish strength to fight off his
assailant; but, though he escaped with
life In him from the place where he
was assaulted, he subsequently sue
eumbed to his injuries. and In the fol
lowing spring he died. This calamity
deprived my mother and our family
of a worthy and esteemed head of the
household, his death being an incident
In the horrid i%nternecine strife that
eventuated In the tragedies of the civil
war. / was her ten years old.
I could ride any horse alive. l had a
knack of shooting straight, and l knew
something about herding cattle. l
thought these qualities might carr me
a living. They did.
A firm of overland freighters-Rus-
sell, Majors & Waddell-were at Leav-
enworth. One of them, Mr.. Majors,
had been a friend of my father. l
asked him for a job as "extra" on one
of his wagon trains. The pay was $40
then. The work was the sort usually
intrusted to a grown man, n 1t
meant not only perpetual hustling, but
q lot of danger as well, for the plains
In those days were anything but free
from Indians. This latter thought
frightened even my brave mother.
Boylike, I was delighted at the idea.
Mr.. Majors said he would take me
on as extra for one trip. II l did
we'll I could have a regular job. l re-
solved to do miracles as an extra.
The train was made up Of twenty
five leeded wagons, e-ach-earFying
1000 pounds, each drawn by six yoke
of ken and guided by a "bullwhack-
err" a driver with a long, loud cracking
whip. Then there was a bunch of
loose cattle. On this occasion the
train was made up of only three
wagons, and we were driving a large
herd of beef cattle to Fort Kearny for
the use of Colonel Albert Sydney John
ston and his command. who were on
their way to Salt Lake to fight the
Mormons. l was only one of several
extras. Though we always set guard.
no Indians had appeared.
One noon, however, when we stopped
for dinner and were loafing about on
the grass waiting for the pot to boil
we heard a scathing volley of shots
from a copse. Some bullets and a
dozen or more arrows whistled into
camp. Everybody had jumped up at
the first shot. But three of our men
tumbled over at once, as If they had
been tripped up. Then a number Of
things happened almost too quickly to
describe.
Two bands Of Indians were gallop-
ing toward us. One band stampeded
and ran off our cattle, while the other
rushed" us. Our men gave them a
warn welcome and sent them back on
the run. But the fight was not over
The braves only cantered out of
range. There they were Joined by 9th
ers. They ou~tnumbered us eight or
ten to n We could not hope to
stand against such a multitude. We
bolted for the South Platte river with
the savages at our heels and found
shelter behind the steep banks. From
there we opened fire again and drove
the following redskins once more out
Of range.
Frank Mccarthy, our boss, said u
one chance was to follow the Platte
river to Fort Kearny, keeping out of
sight under its banks. So the thirty
five mile march began through knee
deep water and quicksand. Half a day
we kept 1t up. I was dead tired, but it
was no time for rest or complaining.
Just the same, by nightfall my short
legs wouldn't keep up with the process
sion. l dropped back, little by little,
still plodding on as fast as my aching
feet could move. We thought we had
given the Indians the slip, but / still
lugged my short, heavy rifle. 1t was
a muzzle loading mississippi Jaeger
and carried a slug and two buckshot
to each charge.
The moon had risen. and was try
ing to catch up with the rest. Sudden
ly, In front of me and at the top of the
high bank. l saw against the moon the
head and high war bonnet of an In