Dodge City, the cowboy capital, and the great Southwest in the days of the wild Indian, the buffalo, the cowboy, dance halls, gambling halls and bad men . that they must havehauled considerable wood over it. This leads me to be-lieve that the fort had been occupied by a large garrison. Another story, and a strange one, of very early timesdeals with the ever interesting subject of buried treasure,hinting of the possibility of companies being organizedto dig for such treasure, supposed to have been concealednear Dodge City. About four miles west of Dodge, per-haps many of our readers have notice
Dodge City, the cowboy capital, and the great Southwest in the days of the wild Indian, the buffalo, the cowboy, dance halls, gambling halls and bad men . that they must havehauled considerable wood over it. This leads me to be-lieve that the fort had been occupied by a large garrison. Another story, and a strange one, of very early timesdeals with the ever interesting subject of buried treasure,hinting of the possibility of companies being organizedto dig for such treasure, supposed to have been concealednear Dodge City. About four miles west of Dodge, per-haps many of our readers have noticed a place where theearth seems to have been, a long time ago, thrown upinto piles, holes dug, etc., indicating that some body ofsoldiers, hunters, or freighters had made breastworks todefend themselves against an enemy. We have oftennoticed this place and wondered if a tale of carnage couldnot be told, if those mounds only had mouths and voicesto speak. But we leave this to be explained, as it will be,in the after part of this article, and will proceed to tell allwe have learned of the story, just as it was told in theearly days of Dodge. —16—. In the year of 1853, when this country was as wildas the plains of Africa, only traversed at intervals by tribesof Indians and bands of Mexicans, there were no rail-roads running west of St. Louis, and all the freight trans-mitted by government was carried over this country bylarge freighting trains, such as now run between here andCamp Supply. In the summer of that year, a freightingtrain consisting of eighty-two men with one hundred andtwenty wagons started from Mexico, across these plains,for Independence, Missouri, to purchase goods. Thewhole outfit was in charge of an old Mexican freighternamed Jesus M. Martinez, whom many of the old plains-men of thirty years ago will remember. They traveledalong what is now known as the old Santa Fe trail andevery night corralled their wagons and kept guards postedto give the alarm if danger s
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