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Buffalo Bill. - He Kills a Redskin.

In the recent little event with the Cheyenne Indians, near Fort Laramie, it appears that Buffalo Bill, who resided in West Chester for a time soem two or three years ago, succeeded in making a young chief bite the dust. We copy from the report to the circumstance: L 7, 2, 5, 7 6

Suddenly a party of eight or ten warriors came rushing down a ravine which led directly under the hill where Lietenant King, with his six men were watching.

WAITING FOR SCALPS.

The object was as suddenly apparent. Two horsemen, unconscious of the proximity of the foe, had ventured out ahead of the train, and were making rapidly for the creek. They were couriers with dispatches to the command. The Indians, utterly ignorant of the rapid move of the Fifth, were simply bent on jumping on teh couriers and getting their scalps. "Buffalo Bill," cheif of the scouts. lay on the hill with King, and "instantly" sprang his horse down off the hill. "all of you keep out of sight," said the General. "Mount now, and when the word is given off with you." Then, turning to the officer of the picket, he said: "Watch them, King. Give the word when you are ready." Crouching behind teh little butte, Bill and his party of two scouts and six soldiers were breathlessly waiting; half way up was the General with all of his staff. The lieutenant lay at the crest watching the rapidly-advancing foe. Down they came, nearer and nearer, the sun flashing upon their brilliantly-painted bodies and their polished ornaments. Then, just as they are dashing by the front of the hill, King shouts, "Now, lads, in with you." With a rush and a yell the troppers are hurled upon the Indians' flank, not fifty yards away.

THE FIRST REDSKIN SHOT.

General Merritt springs up to see the attack just as a tall Indian reeled in his saddle, shot by Corporal Wilkinson. of Comapny K. An answering bullet whisteled by the General's head, when King. still on the watch, sung out, "Here they come by the dozens." The reserve Indians came swarming down from the ridge to the rescue. Comapny K was instantly ordered to the front; but before it appeared from behind the bluff the Indians, emboldened by the rush of their friends to the rescue, turned savagely on Buffalo Bill and the little party at the outpost. The latter sprang from their horses and met the daring charge with a volley. Yellow Hand, a young Cheyenne brave, came foremost, singling Bill as a foeman worthy of his steel. Cody cooly knelt. and, taking deliberate aim, sent his bullet through the chief's leg and into his horse's head. Down went the two, and, before his friends could reach him, a second shot from Bill's rifle laid the redskin low.