route and drove the first herd of cattle numbering 3, 000 head, through the Induan territory to Western Kansas. He then guided herds to Abilene, Kansas, and to a point on the North. Platte, in the State of Nebraska.
These journeys were long and tedious and were attended by danger at every point. Bands of hostile Indians infested tie entire route and to baffle these lurking, murdering ends required not only a man of bravery but of judgment and cunning superior to that of the savages. In this, he was eminently successful. When all other means failed, Texas Jack was worth a regiment of soldiers in an attack, and his yell when a charge was made is said to have been heard for miles, and to have carried dismay into the ranks of the red devils. In 1870–'71 he hunted in Nebraska and made the acquaintance of Buffalo Bill. He Joined the Government scouts in February last, and during the past season hail command, by order of General Walker, of 3,200 Pawnee Indians on their summer hunt.
The writer of this article received through General Walker the information that Jack had managed the Indians better than any of his predecessors, and that his report was the most acceptable of any received at the Indian Office. So highly did the Indians regard him that ho earned the well-deserved title of "the White King of the Pawnees."
His hairbreadth escapes from, death at the hands of the redskins have been numerous, and to him on one occasion was Buffalo Bill Indebted for his life. It happened in May 1872, on the Loun Fork river, Minnebraska, wheres a band of Sioux Indians stole some horses. The red thieves were pursued and overtaken by Bill and Jack, who each killed an Indian. A third redskin had just drawn a bead on Bill when Jack's quick eye caught the gleam of the shining barrel and the next instant "the noble red" was on his way to the happy hunting ground, his passage from this sublunary sphere being expedited by a bullet from Jack's rifle, at a distance of one hundred and twenty- five yards. Another of the tribe was brought to the ground and apparently killed, but as Jack went sweeping by, the red rascal raised himself and began popping at; the scout with a six-shooter, that made Texas mad all over: to think the "big Ingin" had been playing possum on him riled him so, without any ceremony, he gave the copper-colored aborigine his quietus, and then raised his hair, and the scalp now hangs in Ward's Museum, at Rochester. N. Y.
The first Indian ever killed by Bill was when he was about 14 years old, and as a somewvhat singular coincidence Jack was only about the same age when he performed a similar feat.
Hundreds of incidents could be recited of Jack's skill as an Indian fighter, and his wonderful exploits would fill a volume. His appearance is decidedly prepossessing, his frank, laughing countenance, his wealth of dark, curly hair, and his merry, hazel eye make him a general favorite with the fair sex, and coupled with his fine physique and immense strength cônstitutes him a prince among men.
