. The life of Hon. William F. Cody, known as Buffalo Bill, the famous hunter, scout and guide. An autobiography . o Fort Harker, and wishedme to accompany him as far as Fort Zarah, thirty miles dis-tant. The General usually traveled in an ambulance, buttihis trip he was to make in a six-mule wagon, under theescort of a squad of twenty infantrymen. So, early onemorning in August, we started; arriving safely at FortZarah at twelve oclock. General Hazen thought it unneces-sary that we should go farther, and he proceeded on his wayto Fort Harker without an escort, leaving instructions thatwe shoul
. The life of Hon. William F. Cody, known as Buffalo Bill, the famous hunter, scout and guide. An autobiography . o Fort Harker, and wishedme to accompany him as far as Fort Zarah, thirty miles dis-tant. The General usually traveled in an ambulance, buttihis trip he was to make in a six-mule wagon, under theescort of a squad of twenty infantrymen. So, early onemorning in August, we started; arriving safely at FortZarah at twelve oclock. General Hazen thought it unneces-sary that we should go farther, and he proceeded on his wayto Fort Harker without an escort, leaving instructions thatwe should return to Fort Larned the next day. 178 SURPRISED BY INDIANS. 179 After the General had gone I went to the sergeant incomtnand of the squad, and told him that I was going backthat very afternoon, instead of waiting till the next morn-ing; and I accordingly saddled up my mule and set out forFort Larned. I proceeded uninterruptedly until I got abouthalf-way between the two posts, when at Pawnee Rock Iwas suddenly jumped by about forty Indians, who camedashinor np to me, extending their hands and saying, How!. A BIG JOKE. How! They were some of the same Indians who hadbeen hanging around Fort Larned in the morning. I sawthat they had on their war-paint, and were evidently nowout on the war-path. My first impulse was to shake hands with them, as theyseemed so desirous of it. I accordingly reached out myhand to one of them, who grasped it with a tight grip, andjerked me violently forward ; another pulled my mule byt^ bridle, and in a moment I was completely surrounded. 180 LIFE OF BUFFALO BILL. Before I could do anything at all, thej liad seized myrevolvers from the liolsters, and I received a blow on thehead from a tomahawk which nearly rendered me gun, which was lying across the saddle, was snatchedfrom its place, and finally the Indian, who had hold of thebridle, started off towards the Arkansas River, leading themule, which was being lashed by the other Indians wh
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