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wins, and the young chief, "YELLOW HAND," drops lifeless in his tracks after a hot fight. Baffled and astounded, for once in a lifetime beaten at their own game, their project of joining "SITTING BULL," nipped in the bud, they take hurried flight. But our chief is satisfied. "BUFFALO BILL" is radiant; his are the honors of the day. . . From Page 35-

"BUFFALO BILL" AND "BUFFALO CHIPS." -From Page 111.

In all these years of campaigning, the Fifth Cavalry has had a varied and interesting experience with a class of men of whom much has been written, and whose names, to readers of the dime novel and the New York Weekly style of literature, were familiar as a household word; I mean the "Scouts of the Prairie," as they have been christened. Many thousands of our citizens have been to see "BUFFALO BILL'S" thrilling representations of the scenes of his life of adventure. To such, he needs no introduction, and throughout our cavalry, he is better known than any general except Miles or Crook.

A motley set they are class-these class-these scouts; hard riding, hard swearing, hard-drinking ordinarily, and not all were of unimpeachable veracity. But there was never a word of doubt or question in the Fifth when "BUFFALO BILL" came up for discussion. He was Chief of Scouts in Kansas and Nebraska in the campaign of 1868-69, when the hostiles were so completely used up by General Carr. He remained with us as a chief scout until the regiment was ordered to Arizona to take its turn at the Apaches in 1871. Five years the regiment was kept among the rocks and deserts of that marvelous land of cactus and centipede, but when we came homeward across the continent and were ordered up to Cheyenne to take a hand in the Sioux war of 1876, the "SITTING BULL" campaign, the first addition to our ranks was "BUFFALO BILL" himself-who sprang from the Union Pacific train at Cheyenne and was speedily exchanging greetings with an eager group of his old comrades-reinstated as Chief of Scouts.

Of his services during the campaign that followed, a dozen articles might be written. One of the most thrilling incidents of our fight on the 17th of July with the Cheyenne Indians, on the War Bonnet, was when he killed the warrior "YELLOW HAND," in as plucky a single combat on both sides as is ever witnessed. The Fifth had a genuine affection for Bill; he was a tried and true comrade-one who for cool daring and judgment had no superior. He was a beautiful horseman, an unrivaled shot, and as a scout unequaled. He had tried them all Hualpais and Toronto's in Arizona; half-breeds on the great plains. We had followed Custer's old guide, "CALIFORNIA JOE," in Dakota; met handsome BILL HICKOK ("WILD BILL") in the Black Hills; FRANK GUARD, with "LITTLE BAT" and "BIG BAPTISTE," three good ones, all over the Big Horn and Powder River country; hunted Nez Perces with COSGROVE and his Showsones among the Yellowstone mountains, and listened to CRAWFORD'S yarns and rhymes in many bivouacs in the Northwest. They were all noted men in their way, but BILL CODY was the paragon.

This time it is not my purpose to write of him, but for him, of another whom I have not yet named.

James White was his name; a man little known east of Missouri, but on the plains, he was BUFFALO BILL'S shadow. I had met him for the first time at the McPherson station in the Platte Valley, 1871 when he came to me with a horse and the simple introduction that he was a friend of CODY'S. Long afterward we found how true and starch a friend, for when CODY joined us at Cheyenne as chief scout, he brought White with him as an assistant, and Bill's recommendation secured his immediate employment.

[IMAGE] "WHITE CLOUD,"

Ogallala Sioux War Chief of the Sioux Nation, Fighting Chief of the Ghost Dancers.

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wins, and the young chief, "YELLOW HAND," drops lifeless in his tracks after a hot fight. Baffled and astounded, for once in a lifetime beaten at their own game, their project of joining "SITTING BULL," nipped in the bud, they take hurried flight. But our chief is satisfied. "BUFFALO BILL" is radiant; his are the honors of the day. . . From Page 35-

"BUFFALO BILL" AND "BUFFALO CHIPS." -From Page 111.

In all these years of campaigning, the Fifth Cavalry has had a varied and interesting experience with a class of men of whom much has been written, and whose names, to readers of the dime novel and the New York Weekly style of literature, were familiar as a household word; I mean the "Scouts of the Prairie," as they have been christened. Many thousands of our citizens have been to see "BUFFALO BILL'S" thrilling representations of the scenes of his life of adventure. To such, he needs no introduction, and throughout our cavalry, he is better known than any general except Miles or Crook.

A motley set they are class-these class-these scouts; hard riding, hard swearing, hard-drinking ordinarily, and not all were of unimpeachable veracity. But there was never a word of doubt or question in the Fifth when "BUFFALO BILL" came up for discussion. He was Chief of Scouts in Kansas and Nebraska in the campaign of 1868-69, when the hostiles were so completely used up by General Carr. He remained with us as a chief scout until the regiment was ordered to Arizona to take its turn at the Apaches in 1871. Five years the regiment was kept among the rocks and deserts of that marvelous land of cactus and centipede, but when we came homeward across the continent and were ordered up to Cheyenne to take a hand in the Sioux war of 1876, the "SITTING BULL" campaign, the first addition to our ranks was "BUFFALO BILL" himself-who sprang from the Union Pacific train at Cheyenne and was speedily exchanging greetings with an eager group of his old comrades-reinstated as Chief of Scouts.

Of his services during the campaign that followed, a dozen articles might be written. One of the most thrilling incidents of our fight on the 17th of July with the Cheyenne Indians, on the War Bonnet, was when he killed the warrior "YELLOW HAND," in as plucky a single combat on both sides as is ever witnessed. The Fifth had a genuine affection for Bill; he was a tried and true comrade-one who for cool daring and judgment had no superior. He was a beautiful horseman, an unrivaled shot, and as a scout unequaled. He had tried them all Hualpais and Toronto's in Arizona; half-breeds on the great plains. We had followed Custer's old guide, "CALIFORNIA JOE," in Dakota; met handsome BILL HICKOK ("WILD BILL") in the Black Hills; FRANK GUARD, with "LITTLE BAT" and "BIG BAPTISTE," three good ones, all over the Big Horn and Powder River country; hunted Nez Perces with COSGROVE and his Showsones among the Yellowstone mountains, and listened to CRAWFORD'S yarns and rhymes in many bivouacs in the Northwest. They were all noted men in their way, but BILL CODY was the paragon.

This time it is not my purpose to write of him, but for him, of another whom I have not yet named.

James White was his name; a man little known east of Missouri, but on the plains, he was BUFFALO BILL'S shadow. I had met him for the first time at the McPherson station in the Platte Valley, 1871 when he came to me with a horse and the simple introduction that he was a friend of CODY'S. Long afterward we found how true and starch a friend, for when CODY joined us at Cheyenne as chief scout, he brought White with him as an assistant, and Bill's recommendation secured his immediate employment.

[IMAGE] "WHITE CLOUD,"

Ogallala Sioux War Chief of the Sioux Nation, Fighting Chief of the Ghost Dancers.