Evening Republican, Volume 15, Number 262, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 6 November 1911 — FDONTIEDHEDO [ARTICLE+ILLUSTRATION]

FDONTIEDHEDO

BY WALTFR NOBLE BURNS.

2 • {Copyright an, by W. G. Chapman.) fJC y ILD BILL was the greatest gun lighter ff the west ever knew. I don’t know how many men he killed, but It was . ¥ more than thirty. That number Is SPSPA / exclusive of the men he killed In the Civil war. He is credited as a sharpflrWv shooter with having killed 86 men, including the Confederate General I I McCullough, In the battle of Pea I ] Ridge alone. I don't know how true J that la. It Is Impossible for anyone Ip to tell how many men he kills in a battle when thousands of men are tir-

ing. But he killed more than thirty in personal encounters. Me killed ten in one tight stogie handed. That was when he wiped out the McCandlass gang at Rock Bprlngs, Kan., In 1861, and ft was the most heroic singlehanded tight In an the history of the frontier. Imagination has not colored or enlarged his record. It is a sure-enough record of men killed In fair, stand-up tights. If one cares to search, one can find their graves with their haam neatly carved on Uttle headstones scattered from the Missouri river to the foothills of the Rockies.*' Col. William F. Cody, better known all over the world as Buffalo Bill, was In reminiscent mood. He paid this tribute to the prowess of fete dead comrade of early days on the plains. He was Intimately associated with Wild Bill. Be fought by his side In the Civil war, he scouted with him in the Indian campaigns, he shared the same blanket beside many a lonely camp fire. For years there was a bed and a chair and the table fey Wild Bill at the ranch of Buffalo Bill’s mother near Ftort Leavenworth, and to (he very end of his stormy and wandering career Wild Bill thought of this spot as * Buffalo BUI Is himself one of the most picturesque characters of the old west left to these piping, prosaic times. Though the pubHc knows him chiefly as a showman, he is the last of the great scouts. ' His life has not been all blank cartridges and calcium lights. Back of Us spectacular career as an exponent of wild west drama to a frontier life of daring, hardship and danger.# He is an old man now, only a few years on the sunny side of three score and ten. Bis sweeping mustaches and Imperial and his long hair that falls upon his shoulders in the waving abundance of early years ms as white as snow. But hto tall figure Is still stalwart and as straight as a young pine on the mountains, hto step to elastic and Ms eye bright, and he still wears his white sombrero tilted at a jaunty angle on the side of his head as In the brave days of his yduth. *1 was eleven years old when I first met Wild Bill in 1857," said Buffalo BUI. “I was tnakinm>my first expedition across the plains, ft was the expedition led by General Albert Sydney Johnston, afterwards killed at Shiloh, against Brigham Young and the Mormons In Utah. I was connected with the supply train as the driver of the extra cattle. A big bully tn my mess seemed to think I was meant to be his servant and ordered me around at every opportunity. I grew sulky and resentful under hto badgering, but I was a mere kid and was helpless. One evening as we were eating supper he ordered me to get him another cup of coffee. “Get your own coffee,’ I said. He reached over from where he sat and slapped me over. I rolled Into the ashes at the edge of the camp fire and narrowly escaped getting badly burned. I ran to the big coffee kettle, caught It up, and stepping up behind the bully, doused the scalding coffee over him from head to foot. He roared with pain. Then he rushed lor me. A young man stepped between us. I knew him casually as Jim Hickok. The men of the wagon train called him 'Jimmy.' "•Say,’ he said, facing the bully squarely, •you leave that kid alone.' 1 "My unexpected champion was about twenty years old, tall, slender, bronsed and athletic looking. The powerful brute he confronted would have made two of him. The bully stopped I* surprise. He stoed up the stripling with s glance. The inventory doubtless convinced him he had nothing to fear. “ What have you got to do with this?* he bellowed and he charged at the youth like a mad bull 5 The men of the outfit expected to see Hickok beaten to a jelly or killed. He gave «s the surprise of our fives. He proved to be the quickest men I ever saw. A catamount could not have been quicker. He stepped Into the bully fearlessly. He was all over hto man. He rocked hto head with terrific blows. He ripped punches into his midsection. He closed hto eyes, bloodied hto lips, knocked the teeth down his throat. He ended by dropping the bully to hto knees and making him blubber out. Tve got enough’ and beg for mercy. After the fight my ancient enemy was the worst battered up man I ever saw. Hickok didn't show s mark. He walked away and sat down on a ■wagon tongue and smoked a pipe serenely. That was my Introduction to the man afterward known all over the west as Wild Bill, and from that day we were fast friends. rmy in 1863 and is employed as a irly fitted to play kte camps. Most had been thrown re from Missouri, as second nature ling lingo or the as a spy I was arnaer boy with ilrt and panto of ug along a road W Hitched to the ie horse, saddled, in in the uniform g at a table eat»looked familiar, the door of the

was drinking TTook a good look at the man. It was Wild Bill. He shot a quick glance at me. But I had grown since be last saw me and in my disguise he did not recognize me. I waited till he had finished hto meal and followed him to the road. As he prepared to mount his horse I stepped close and said in a low tone, ‘Bill, don’t you remember me?’ 1 thought I aaw a gleam of recognition In hto eyes, but he said simply, ‘No, I don’t.’ ’l’m Billy Cody,’ I said. ’Well, well,’ returned Wild BiU. tore you little Billy Cody?’ "Then he gave me a dressing down. ‘You haven’t any business in this part of the country,’ he said . ‘You ought to be in the Union army.* ‘How do you know I’m not?’ I asked. ’You in the Union army?’ he said. Maybe I am,’ I answered. ‘What are you doing in those clothes, then?’ Be asked. T suspect I'm doing the same as you,’ I replied. Bill smiled. ’Get on your horse,’ he said. And we rode together back into the Union lines. For the remainder of the war if a did much scouting together in Missouri and the southwest. “When I joined General Sheridan pa chief of scouts In the campaign against the Indlansi. of the northwest in 1868 I found Wild Bill with' the command. I went to General Sheridan and ‘General,’ I said, ’Wild* Bill to the best scout,-the best shot and the bravest man In the western country. He 1s seven or eight years older than I and I have always looked upon him as my superior In everything that goes to the making of a plainsman. I don’t like to give orders to such a man. I would rather serve under him. Make him chief of acouto.’

“ ‘Well, I won’t,’ said GenerA Sheridan. ‘You are chief of acouto of the United States army.' When you get ready to give Wild Bill an order, give it’ “I went to Wild Bill and told him how 1 felt about the situation and what the general had sain.” "•Why, that’s all right Billy,' Wild Bill said. Tm a soldier and HI take orders from anyone who has the right to give me orders, fd just as lief work under you as anybody I know. HI obey you as my ranking officer as readily as I’d obey the commanding general of the United States army.’ "And he did. He did fine work under me through that stirring campaign. He held In check that turbulent spirit that brooked dictation from no one and obeyed my orders like the soldier that he was. “I first eutered the show business in 1872,” Buffalo Bill continued. “General Sheridan had been ordered to Chicago to take command of the Department of the Lakes and I went with him as Inspector of horses. Ned Buntline, whom I had known out west, had written a drama of the border named ‘Scouts of the Plains.’ He offered me |SOO a week to take the leading role. I hesitated to ask General Sheridan for permission for fear he would laugh at me and perhaps refuse. *1 finally got Col. Mike Sheridan, hto brother, to prefer my request. It was granted readily. "The drama waa produced In Nixon’s ampltheater, which used to stand near the site of the modern Hotel Sherman. On the opening night when I waa to make my bow before the footlights for the first time the immense theater was packed to the walla. General Sheridan and all the officers of the poet occupied boxes In all the glory of full-dress uniforms. I was worse scared as I stepped out of the wings and faced that great audience than I ever waa in an Indian fight with bullets and arrows singing about my ears. But I carried It off as bravely aa I could. What I didn’t know about acting I made up for by strutting about the stage, storming out my fines and firing my navy revolvers after every other sentence. There was an amazing amount of gunpowder burned In that play. After it was all over I Imagined had scored a triumph. Next day the Chicago papers said the play was so bad it was good. But we packed the theater nightly and the reserve police had to be Called out to quiet the crowds that fought at the doors for admission. “The management offered me 81,000 a week to go to St Louis, where our success was repeated “I decided at the opening of the next season that it would be a money-making scheme to have Wild BIU as a member of our troupe. He was then In Hays City, where he had killed several people, and I wrote him telling him of the money he could make by appearing oq the stage. ’You won’t have to do much acting,' I told him. ‘You will only have to shoot and pose around.’ He wrote back that he would accept my proposition. I wrote him he would have *to agree to stop fighting and killing while he was with the show. He sent me an agreement to that effect by return mall. Then I sent him money to come to New York, where the show was to open. In this last letter I gave him instructions as to what he must do when he reached the city. * "*I am stopping at the Brevoort hotel.’ I wrote him, ‘and yon will land in New York at the Forty-second street depot. To avoid getting lost In the big city, take a cab at the depot and you will be driven to the hotel in

a few minutes, riy the cabman 82. These New York cabmen are regular hold-up men and your driver may want to charge you more, but don’t pay him- any more than 82 under any circumstances/ “I was glad Wild Bill was coming. 1 hadn’t seen my old pal for a long time, and I looked forward with pleasure to meeting him again. I told everybody about the Brevoort hotel that Wild Bill was coming and in the evenings as I sat about the lobby I recounted some of »hls vmnderful fights and adventures. I wanted Bill to feel easy as soon as he arrived at the hotel, and I told the proprietor if I didn’t happen to be around to welcome Bill and make him feel at home. “Wild Bill arrived In New York on schedule time. He had my last letter' in his pocket and had committed to memory my instructions as to what he should do. As soon as his train arrived he stepped into a cab and ordered the cabman to drive him to the Brevoort house. When the cab drew up in front of the-hotel and Bill stepped out he handed the driver a 82 bill. He was bent upon following my instructions to the last detail. “ ‘Here’s your pay,’ he aald. ‘“Pay nothin’,’ said the Jehu. ‘My charge to 86.’ “ ‘Well, 82 Is all you’re going to get,’ aald Wild Bill. “ ‘Well, Rube, I’ll just take the rest out o’ your hide,’ said the irate cabman, and he leaped from his box and made at Wild BiU. Wild Bill punched him around the sidewalk unmercifully and wound up by knocking him under his cab horses, where he lay unconscious until pulled out by onlookers. Wild BUI walked quietly Into the hotel. The proprietor, who had witnessed the fight, caihe running up to my room where I waa having a nap and thumped at my door. ‘“Say, Mr. Cody,' he shouted, ‘I guess that gentleman you have been expecting has arrived.’ • “Wild Bill was a bad actor most anywhere, but he was an especially had actor on the • stage. Jack Omohundro, known as Texas Jack, was with the show, and when the curtain fell at the close of the first act he and I and Wild Bill were supposed to stand out near the front of the stage clasping rescued maidens to our breasts In the white glare of the calcium. But Wild Bill was never out there where he belonged. He Invariably hung back in the shadows at the rear or remained half-hftden behind a painted tree or rock. He was a poor hand to pose or show off and hated to have a lot of people staring at him. One night when the spot light found him leaning against a gnarled oak In the /background It made him mad. and he took a shot at the spot-light machine in the central aisle of the balcony, shattered the bull’s eye and broke the machine. The play had to go on to the end without the usual calcium effects. "Wild Bill remained with the show three or four months. By that time he had demonstrated that he was impossible as a member of a traveling theatrical company. I tried to make him do better, but I couldn’t d<f anything with him and he was released. He was glad of It and turned toward the west with a fight heart “A little while before Bill joined the show ,he had killed Phil. Cole, a wealthy Texas cattleman of Abilene. Kan. Bill was marshal of Abilene, and Cole, who was a desperado himself. had threatened to kill him just to show the frontier he could do it. They met on the

street Bill’s partner was with him. As Bill started to shoot bis partner stepped in the line of fire. Bill kUled him accidentaUy, fired over his body and klUed Cole with his seoond bullet. Cole's brother and a number of his cowboy friends came up to Abilene from Texas to avenge his death. They found that Bill had gone east to become an actor. They boasted about Abilene tbat they had come to kill Bill and he had been scared and had run away. Bill heard of this talk and as soon as he left the Bbow he started for Cheyenne by way oL AbUene. He sent word to the Kansas town that he would J)e glad to meet Cole’s brother and friends or any one else who had any scores to settle with him. Bill went into Abilene standing otit on the refer platform and there was a great crowd at the depot to greet him. He was dressed In his most dandified style and looked extremely well as be smiled placidly and surveyed the throng. He rem&ined standing up above the heads of the crowd where everybody could see him for a few minutes and then stepped off upon the depot platform and shook hands with everybody. When the train pulled out he stoQd again on the rear platform and waved the crowd good-bye. If there were any friends of Cole or enemies of

Wild Bill in Abilene that day they kept careful% out of sight. Not a shot was fired. Nothing happened. Wild Bill’a reception at Abilene was a regular ovation. “That little trip that Cole’s brother and friends had made from Texas to Abilene to avenge Cole’s death was no bluff. They went to Abilene again the following year expecting to find Wild Bill there. Whey they learfied that he was in Cheyenne, Cole’s brother and two of his close friends started off for the Wyoming town. Wild Bill’s friends In Abilene wired him to be on the lookout for them. “Bill was standing against the bar of a saloon in Cheyenne drinking a glass of beer when the three Texans stalked In. Bill recognized Cole’s brother by his resemblance to the Cojfe he had killed. But Bill made no move. He merely fingered his glass lazily and watched the three strangers Aut of the corner of his eye. The Texans separated slightly and closed on Bill in a semi-circle. ‘Get him now!' said their leader suddenly. All three whipped out revofvers. But—would you 'believe it?—they’ did not fire a shot. Bill was the quickest man •on the draw’ that ever lived. He fired so rapidly that others in the saloon testified afterwards they heard but one report. His bullets found the Texans between , the eyes and they fell dead in their tracks. Wild • Bill killed these men with a six-shooter I had given him when he quit the theatrical business. “Wild Bill was one of the best revolver shots ever in the west,” Buffalo Bill went / on. “He certainly was the best revolver shot in a fight." ,“The man or today wonders why Wild Bill got Into so many fights. One naturally figures he must have been a quarrelsome man. On the contrary he was distinctly likable and amiable. But out west in early days'there were many men who took pride in bloody exploits and killed men simply to giake a record, in the spirit of gamblers these men swore to kill egch other to decide which was the better man. They hunted each other often and traveled hundreds of mUes to fight it out with a rival killer. A number of these professional bad men tried to kUI WUd Bill for the reputation it would give them. Other men tried to kill him as a result of disputes., Still others sought his life to avenge the deaths of relatives who had fallen before Wild Bill’s revolvers. * “He was kitted by Jack McCall on August 2, 1876. With a party of friends he had entered a saloon to play poker. The card table was in a corner at the rear of the place. Captain Durfee, an old ’Missouri steamboat man and a friend of Hickok’s, took the seat in the corner. Wild BUI tried to get the seat first. When he failed, he asked Captain Durfee to let him have it. Captain Durfes suspected Bill wanted the seat to have a certain man at his right to cut for him and perhaps stack the deck. Captain Durfee Refused to give up the seat Then Bill without more ado sat down in a chair with his back to the front door. In that position he could not see McCall enter. The assassin stepped up behind him and fired a buUet in the back of his head MilIng him instantly. McCall was hanged in Yankton not long after. The ratal bullet, after P miwIng through Wild Bill's skull, broke Captain Durfee’s arm. “Captain Durfee said afterward that he did not realise until too late that WUd BUl*wanted the chair In the oorner so he coaid command a view of the bar and all who entered from the street If the captain had known this he would have surrendered the chair and Wild win would not have been ■-