. The life of Hon. William F. Cody, known as Buffalo Bill, the famous hunter, scout and guide. An autobiography . ariat to the b r i d 1 ejs,nd the other end to myjbelt. I didnt propose topbe left on foot, alone ont^on the prairie. It was, indeed, a wise pre-jcaution that I had taken, for|within the next three mile^lthe horse, sure enough, step-ped into a prairie-dogs hole,and down he went, throwing me clear over his head. Spring-ing to his feet, before I could catch hold of the bridle, hegalloped away into the darkness ; but when he reached thefull length of the lariat, he found that he was p
. The life of Hon. William F. Cody, known as Buffalo Bill, the famous hunter, scout and guide. An autobiography . ariat to the b r i d 1 ejs,nd the other end to myjbelt. I didnt propose topbe left on foot, alone ont^on the prairie. It was, indeed, a wise pre-jcaution that I had taken, for|within the next three mile^lthe horse, sure enough, step-ped into a prairie-dogs hole,and down he went, throwing me clear over his head. Spring-ing to his feet, before I could catch hold of the bridle, hegalloped away into the darkness ; but when he reached thefull length of the lariat, he found that he was picketed toBison William. 1 brought him up standing, and after find-ing my gnn, which had dropped to the ground, I went upto him and in a moment was in the saddle again, and wenton my way rejoicing keeping straight on my course untilI came to the ravines leading into Walnut Creek, twenty-five miles from Fort Lamed, w4iere the country becamerougher, requiring me to travel slower and more carefully,as I feared the horse might fall over the bank, it beingdifiicult to see anything five feet ahead. As a good horse. WHOA THKKK ! 190 LIFE OF BUFFALO BILL. is not very apt to jump over a bank, if left to guide himself,I let mine pick liis own way. I was now proceeding asquietly as possible, for I was in the vicinity of a band ofIndians who had recently camped in that locality. 1 thoughtthat I had passed somewhat above the spot, having made alittle circuit to the west with that intention ; but as bad luckwould have it this time, when I came up near the creek Isuddenly rode in among a h^rd of horses. The animalsbecame frightened and ran off in every direction. I knew at once that I was among Indian horses, and hadwalked into the wrong pew; so without waiting to apologize,I backed out as quickly as possible. At this moment a dog,not fifty yards away, set up a howl, and then I heard someIndians engaged in conversation ;—they were guarding thehorses, and had been sleeping. Hearing my horses
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