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them tried in battle: and while dwelling on the characters of these two celebrated frontiersmen, I want to relate a buffalo-hunt with Cody and Hicock. It was on Sunday, and I think on the 10th of November, 1867, it happened to be the only officer at Fort Hayes, the others had been detached and away on some duty. Hicock was mounted on Lieutenant Reed's horse, Cody was mounted on his never-failing roan pony called "Brigham." (I have seen Cody's wife ride this pony and do as good shooting in the chase as any man). Our course was West from Hayes City, and we had gone perhaps six or seven miles when we sighted a herd of seven or eight buffalo, quietly grazıng. We approached under cover of the undulations of the country until we were as close as we could get unobserved by the herd, when within about 300 yards we gave chase, Each was to select his own buffalo, and "stay with him." We shot out from undercover yelling like Cheyenne Indians, and It so happened that in dividing we had ridden fairly Into them. Hicock's buffalo ran directly North, Cody's directly West and mine coursed due South, running directly on divergent lines. In making my run on a downward plane, my horse, raw-boned and awkward, struck a prairie dog hole with one forefoot and with the force or velocity we had gained, I knew he could not keep his feet, and we performed the remarkable and difficult feat of double summersault on hard, dry ground. I never know who stuck first, the horse or myself, I only know that I struck on all fours. It seemed that every joint in me was shoved-to about an inch, so that I couldn't move a hand or foot. The old horse was ly- about fifteen feet away with his bead under him. I supposed he had broken his neck-would have been glad if he had. My pistol was twenty or thirty feet away, and I was totally unable to get to it, while I could see Cody and Hicock going farther and farther away, until I saw Cody down his buffalo. About this time my horse made a lurch and turned over and flipped up his head like a "Jumping Jack." My buffalo, with three balls in bim, had stopped about 150 yards away and was lying down, and when the old horse got sight of him, he turned his course due East and started for Ft. Hayes, as fast as he could run. Good for me, Cody happened to see my horse going riderless, he at once knew there was something wrong, and started at full gallop in my direction. He vas not long in getting to me, and found me unable to move. Dismounting, he assisted me on "Brig- ham's" back and we started for Fort Hayes. It seems my old horse carried the news to the Fort and raised quite an alarm. Several troopers had seen us start and knew the horse, and several of the officers, who had returned to the Fort, hurriedly hitched up an ambulance and started West on the run and met us out about, four miles. I WAs put in the ambulance and hauled to the Fort, and it took me four weeks before I got out of my room. I have been in many hunts with large parties, lead by one or the other of these two great Scouts, but this will end my story.

I have not seen either of them since 1869. Hicock is dead, while Cody is running his great show of Wild West at the World's Fair, Chicago. I would advise anyone who is desirous of seeing genuine frontier life not to fail when at the great fair to go and see Bill Cody's show. It is the only I have chance you will ever have. I have seen the real, but will surely see his exhibition when I attend the World's Fair.

J. A. SOUDERS.