<h2 class="vspace"><SPAN name="CHAPTER_I" id="CHAPTER_I"></SPAN>CHAPTER I.<br/> <span class="subhead">INTRODUCTORY.</span></h2>
<p>Half a century or less ago, the people then active in the
world were unable to move from place to place more rapidly
than in the days before the Christian era. The fickle winds
drove ships out of their course and baffled their efforts to hold
on their way to their destination. On land the rapidity of
progress from place to place was measured by the fleetness of
a horse. The steam-engine was in its infancy; the telegraph
and other electrical devices were only known through the
fable of the singing tree and the talking fountain in the tales
of the Arabian Nights; glittering gold still lay unheeded and
unseen in the beds of California streams.</p>
<p>The great peaks of the Rockies towered into the clouds,
their grandeur and beauty unknown to a world which had
not then heard the sound of the waters thundering down the
cliffs of the Yosemite, a rival of Niagara. Amid the beauties
of the Garden of the Gods reigned a stillness as profound
as that which pervaded the Garden of Eden before the
creation of man.</p>
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But already the fearless and restless white man was on
discovery bent, and, with his face turned always toward the
setting sun, one by one the glories of the continent were seen
and heralded.</p>
<p>Brev.-Capt. John C. Fremont of the United States Topographical
Engineers, with the famous Kit Carson as his guide,
was exploring and opening up the great trail which was to
connect the two oceans.</p>
<p>The fur traders were settling in the Northwest, and Astoria
was coming into notice, while the echoes of Bonneville’s
adventures were heard in the Eastern world.</p>
<p>Among the men who found the East growing crowded was
Isaac Cody, who was then living in Iowa. He was a fine type
of the Western frontiersman, well educated, enterprising, and
fearless. Leaving his home, with his family he started across
the plains. His journey continued until he reached a point in
Kansas near Fort Leavenworth, and here he made camp and
proceeded to build a new home.</p>
<p>“<span class="smcap">Little Billy</span>” was then a boy, living the life and learning
the lessons of the plains, while Humboldt was wondering
what secrets were hidden in the center of the continent, and
the geographical societies of the world were speculating upon
the mysteries that lay far beyond the banks of the “Father
of Waters.”</p>
<p>At that time this region was as little known and as dark
a continent as Africa before the courage of Stanley laid bare
its conformation and geography. The Indians had not then
been confined to reservations, but were fiercely resisting the
encroachments of the white men upon their territory. They
disputed, step by step, the advancement to the westward of
the borders of civilization with a fiercer, because more ignorant,<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_15" id="Page_15">15</SPAN></span>
determination to resist subjugation than is known in the
history of the world.</p>
<p>In this atmosphere, and amid such surroundings, this boy
grew up, and his rapid development was a natural result of
such conditions. Physical exercise in the open air developed
his frame, and provided the steady hand and quick eye.</p>
<p>Surrounded by enemies, he lived amid dangers so constant
and ever-present that they became part of his daily life, and
fear was unknown. Self-preservation taught him to oppose
strategy with strategy, and to learn the wiles of the red man
in order that he might exist in his country, and study the
habits of the animals infesting the country, for the dual purpose
of avoiding danger and providing himself with food and
raiment. At the same time this wild life broadened his moral
nature, expanded his mind, and prepared it to receive great
truths. Broad men are the product of broad countries; narrowness
and prejudice are insular.</p>
<p>Sir Charles Dilke has recorded the history of “Greater
Britain,” but during the lifetime of this frontier boy he has
seen with his own eyes the growth of “Greater America.” In
the short span of a life still in its prime, he has seen the slow
wagon-train crawling over the weary miles of wind-swept
prairie harassed by Indians and other foes, and he has seen
the long parallel iron rails push their way across the map of
the continent until they span it from gulf to gulf and
from ocean to ocean. The “prairie schooner” and the pony
express have in his time given way to the Pullman coach and
the electric wire.</p>
<p>In his boyhood the strife and struggles, the perils and privations,
which had beset the Puritans in New England a century
before, were being reënacted on the Western plains; and<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_16" id="Page_16">16</SPAN></span>
of this period in the development of our country this boy can
truthfully say, “All of which I saw, and part of which I
was.”</p>
<p>In later life, when great military commanders intrusted
their lives, and those of their men, to his keeping, they did it
with an unhesitating confidence, begotten of the knowledge
that he was born and trained upon the spot; a veritable product
of the soil. His father having died while he was still
young, he matured early. His widowed mother taught the
boy at her knee the elements of reading and writing, and thus
laid the foundation of an education which has been completed
in the school of the world.</p>
<p>Living for years in cabins or tents, and oftener under the
canopy of heaven, pursuing a career of independent activity
which carried him through the various stages of cattle-herder,
teamster, bronco “buster,” wagon-master, stage-driver, pony-express
rider, hunter, guide, scout, and soldier, he still found
time to acquire an education which, added to his native refinement
and gentleness of bearing, enables him to appear to
advantage in any society or place. While perfection exists
only in the other world, and is not claimed for him, the herder
and scout has borne inspection, and passed muster, in the
accepted centers of refinement and cultivation of the world.</p>
<p>From the Rocky Mountains to the Colosseum at Rome is
a “far cry,” and yet that is the history of the settler’s son now
known around the world as Col. William F. Cody, or “Buffalo
Bill.”</p>
<p>The pages of this book are not devoted to the recording
of a legend wherein the untutored, wild, and reckless roamer
of the plains has by chance, or the magic of phenomenal
powers, won the open sesame to the grandeur of patriarchal<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_17" id="Page_17">17</SPAN></span>
palaces, but rather to the telling of how native courage and
brilliant daring combined with sincerity of purpose and purity
of motive have made savage warriors of the prairies to welcome
and appreciate the joys of peace, have opened in the heart
of apparently desert places storehouses of wealth, and shown
princely powers that manhood, prowess, and honor are found
as truly on the prairies of the great West as in the centers of
art and civilization. The sturdy hero of the plains has been
met by gracious hands at the portals of the palace.</p>
<p>The discovery that a new world existed on the western
shores of the Atlantic was scarcely more a surprise to the
grandees of the Old World, than the realization that far
beyond the great Father of Waters there existed a country
whose inhabitants were hunting buffaloes and living in rude
tents on prairies and amid rugged mountains, which needed
but the plow and the miner’s pick for keys to unlock treasuries
filled with richer products and rarer gems than the bright
gleam of the mythical Aladdin’s lamp e’er shone upon.</p>
<p>Now the world recognizes and gives tardy but sincere
applause to the venturesome spirits that first directed the
attention of the world to the grandeur and latent power of
the great West. Occasionally a noble of the East, in search
of sport and adventure, visited this new country and, returning,
told of its vastness and magnificence. Romancers, upon
a few facts, accepted with hesitation, built stories which,
though thoroughly entertaining, were regarded as novels,
never as histories.</p>
<p>Taking up the thread of the beautiful story so graphically
told by the facile pen of Washington Irving in his narration
of the fur traders’ trials, adventures, and discoveries, and
weaving all into a contemporaneous history, our Cody and his<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_18" id="Page_18">18</SPAN></span>
fellows have gathered together the living actual facts of the
prairies, and held them up to the wondering, admiring gaze of
the world in the court-yards of the palaces of Europe. The
barefooted urchin, that, astride of his fleet-footed bronco,
rode with a smile through every danger, carrying news and
cheer from old homes in the East to the strugglers of the
prairies, has since been accorded courtly welcome by crowned
monarchs, to whom he has exhibited in triumph trophies of
American valor and American enterprise. Kingly warriors
have dragged captives chained to their chariot-wheels as
proofs of their victories; subjects have shouted loud pæans of
praise and glory of their lords and princes returning as victors;
but when, save in the history of William F. Cody, have the
conquered walked hand in hand with the conqueror, willing
witnesses to his glorious achievements; or when, before, have
kings and queens and emperors joined in according glad
applause to a victor whose only royal heritage was his native
manhood, and whose only spoils of victory were willing captives
to peace and civilization.</p>
<p>From this man’s life, deeds, and successes others may
glean lessons of endurance and courage in days of trial, of
hope in moments of despair, and of gentleness and generosity
in the hour of triumph.</p>
<p>With the earnest wish that such results may accrue from a
perusal of these pages, let us first recall Buffalo Bill’s record
as a gallant and trusty scout.</p>
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<div class="caption">THE RESULT OF BAD GUIDING.</div>
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