<h2 class="vspace"><SPAN name="CHAPTER_II" id="CHAPTER_II"></SPAN>CHAPTER II.<br/> <span class="subhead">THE SCOUT.</span></h2>
<p>Gen. Richard Irving Dodge, General Sherman’s chief
of staff, correctly states, in his “Thirty Years Among Our
Wild Indians”:</p>
<p>“The success of every expedition against Indians depends,
to a degree, on the skill, fidelity, and intelligence of the men
employed as scouts and guides, for not only is the command
habitually dependent on them for good routes and comfortable
camps, but the officer in command must rely on their
knowledge of the position and movements of the enemy.”</p>
<p>Our best Indian officers are quick to recognize these traits in
those claiming frontier lore, and to no one in the military history
of the West has such deference been shown by them as
to W. F. Cody, as is witnessed by the continuous years of
service he has passed, the different commands he has served,
the expeditions and campaigns he has been identified with,
his repeated holding, when he desired, the position of Chief
of Scouts of the United States Army, and the intimate
association, and contact resulting from it, with Gen. W. T.
Sherman (with whom he was at the making of the Comanche
and Kiowa Treaty) in 1866, Gen. Phil. Sheridan (who has often
given him special recognition and chosen him to organize
expeditions, notably that of the Duke Alexis), old General
Harney, Generals Forsyth, Merritt, Brisbin, Emory, Gibbon,
Terry, McKenzie, Carr, W. S. Hancock, Crook, Pope, Miles,
Ord, Auger, Royall, Hazen, Duncan, Palmer, Penrose, and<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_21" id="Page_21">21</SPAN></span>
the late lamented General Custer. His history, in fact,
would be almost a history of the middle West; and, though
younger, equaling in term of service and in personal adventure,
Kit Carson, old Jim Bridger, California Joe, Wild Bill,
and the rest of his dead associates.</p>
<p>As another evidence of the confidence placed in his frontiersmanship,
it may suffice to mention the celebrities whose
money and position most naturally sought the best protection
the Western market could afford, and who chose to place their
lives in his keeping: Sir George Gore, the Earl of Dunraven,
James Gordon Bennett, Duke Alexis, General Custer, Lawrence
Jerome, Remington, Professor Ward of Rochester,
Professor Marsh of Yale College, Maj. J. G. Hecksher, Doctor
Kingsley (Canon Kingsley’s brother), and others of equal
rank and distinction. In all books of the plains his exploits
with Carr, Miles, and Crook, in the summer of 1876, when
he killed Yellow Hand in front of the military command in
an open hand-to-hand fight, are recorded.</p>
<p>The following letter of his old commander, the celebrated
Indian fighter, Gen. E. A. Carr, written years ago relative to
him, is a tribute as generous as any brave man has ever made
to another:</p>
<p>“From his services in my command, steadily in the field, I
am qualified to bear testimony as to his qualities and character.</p>
<p>“He was very modest and unassuming. He is a natural
gentleman in his manners as well as in character, and has
none of the roughness of the typical frontiersman. He can
take his own part when required, but I have never heard of
his using a knife or a pistol, or engaging in a quarrel where it
could be avoided. His personal strength and activity are very<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_22" id="Page_22">22</SPAN></span>
great, and his temper and disposition are so good that no one
has reason to quarrel with him.</p>
<p>“His eyesight is better than a good field-glass; he is the
best trailer I ever heard of, and also the best judge of the
‘lay of country’—that is, he is able to tell what kind of
country is ahead, so as to know how to act. He is a perfect
judge of distance, and always ready to tell correctly how many
miles it is to water, or to any place, or how many miles have
been marched....</p>
<p>“Mr. Cody seemed never to tire, and was always ready to
go in the darkest night or the worst weather, and usually volunteered,
knowing what the emergency required. His trailing,
when following Indians, or looking for stray animals, or
for game, is simply wonderful. He is a most extraordinary
hunter.</p>
<p>“In a fight, Mr. Cody is never noisy, obstreperous, or
excited. In fact, I hardly ever noticed him in a fight unless
I happened to want him, or he had something to report, when
he was always in the right place, and his information was
always valuable and reliable.</p>
<p>“During the winter of 1868 we encountered hardships and
exposure in terrific snow-storms and sleet. On one occasion
that winter Mr. Cody showed his quality by quietly offering
to go with some dispatches to General Sheridan across a dangerous
region of 300 miles where other principal scouts were
reluctant to risk themselves.</p>
<p>“Mr. Cody has since served with me as post guide and
scout at Fort McPherson, where he frequently distinguished
himself.</p>
<p>“In the summer of 1876 Cody went with me to the Black
Hills region, where he killed Yellow Hand. Afterward he<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_24" id="Page_24">24</SPAN></span>
was with the Big Horn and Yellowstone expedition. I consider
that his services to the country and the army by trailing,
finding, and fighting Indians, and thus protecting the frontier
settlers, and by guiding commands over the best and most
practicable routes, have been invaluable.”</p>
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<div class="caption">DANGER AHEAD.</div>
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<p>Thus it will be seen that notwithstanding it will sometimes
be thought his fame rests upon the pen of the romancer,
had they never been attracted to him—and they were solely by
his sterling worth—W. F. Cody would none the less have been
a remarkable character in American history.</p>
<p>The history of such a man, attractive as it has already been
to the most distinguished officers and fighters in the United
States Army, must prove doubly so to men, women, and
children who have heretofore found only in novels the hero of
rare exploits, on which imagination so loves to dwell.</p>
<p>As a proof that our great military leaders and the officers
of the United States Army recognize the value of Buffalo Bill
as a scout, guide, and Indian fighter, and that though I am
writing of one of whom more stories of romance have been
written than of any other individual living or dead, it will be
well to turn to the letters of commendation from prominent
personages in another part of this book, and the quotations
which are given in this chapter from such authorities as General
Sheridan’s “Autobiography,” Captain Price’s “Across the
Continent with the Fifth Cavalry,” Colonel Dodge’s “Thirty
Years Among the Indians,” etc.</p>
<p>These indorsements stamp Buffalo Bill as one whose deeds
speak for themselves, and show conclusively that he is not a
pen-made man, but worthy of all said and written of him.</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_25" id="Page_25">25</SPAN></span></p>
<h3 class="b0">ACROSS THE CONTINENT WITH THE FIFTH CAVALRY.</h3>
<p class="p0 center b1">(Capt. George F. Price.)</p>
<p>“After Cody was appointed chief scout and guide for the
Republican River expedition, he was conspicuous during the
pursuit of the Dog Soldiers, under the celebrated Cheyenne
chief, Tall Bull, whom he killed at Summit Springs, Colo.
He also guided the Fifth Cavalry to a position whence the
regiment was enabled to charge upon the enemy and win a
brilliant victory. He afterward participated in the Niobrara
pursuit, and later narrowly escaped death at the hands of hostile
Sioux on Prairie Dog Creek, Kan., September 26, 1869.
He was assigned to Fort McPherson when the expedition was
disbanded, and served at that station (was a justice of the
peace in 1871) until the Fifth Cavalry was transferred to Arizona.
He served during this period with several expeditions,
and was conspicuous for gallant conduct in the Indian combat
at Red Willow and Birdwood creeks, and also for successful
services as chief scout and guide of the buffalo-hunt which
was arranged by General Sheridan for the Grand Duke Alexis
of Russia.</p>
<p>“Cody was then assigned to duty with the Third Cavalry,
and served with that regiment until the fall of 1872, when he
was elected a member of the Nebraska Legislature, and thus
acquired the title of ‘Honorable.’</p>
<p>“At the beginning of the Sioux War in 1876 he hastened to
Cheyenne, Wyo., joined the Fifth Cavalry, which had recently
returned from Arizona, and was engaged in the affair at War
Bonnet (Indian Creek), Wyo. He then accompanied the Fifth
Cavalry to Goose Creek, Mont., and served with the Big Horn
and Yellowstone expedition until September. Cody abundantly
proved during this campaign that he had lost none of<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_26" id="Page_26">26</SPAN></span>
his old-time skill and daring in Indian warfare. He enjoys a
brilliant reputation as a scout and guide, which has been
fairly earned by faithful and conspicuous service.</p>
<p>“William F. Cody is one of the best scouts and guides that
ever rode at the head of a column of cavalry on the prairies
of the Far West. His army friends, from general to private,
hope that he may live long and prosper abundantly.</p>
<p>“Should the wild Sioux again go on the war-path, Cody, if
living, will be found with the cavalry advance, riding another
‘Buckskin Joe,’ and carrying his Springfield rifle, ‘Lucretia,’
across the pommel of his saddle.”</p>
<p>This merited note of applause will find an echo in every
patriotic American heart which recognizes and remembers
that it was in the Fifth Cavalry that Gens. Robert E. Lee,
Albert Sidney Johnston, Hardee, Emory, Van Dorn, Custer,
and other noted generals served, and which was formerly
known as the Second Dragoons.</p>
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<div class="caption">GUIDING IN A BLIZZARD.</div>
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<p>From Gen. Phil Sheridan’s “Autobiography.” After relating
his conception of the <i>first winter campaign</i> against
Indians on the then uninhabited and bleak plains, in the
winter of 1868, he says:</p>
<p>“The difficulties and hardships to be encountered had
led several experienced officers of the army and some frontiersmen,
like old Jim Bridger, the famous scout and guide of
earlier days, to discourage the project. I decided to go in
person, bent on showing the Indians that they were not secure
from punishment because of inclement weather—an ally on
which they had hitherto relied with much assurance. We
started, and the very first night a blizzard struck us and carried
away our tents. The gale was so violent that they could
not be put up again; the rain and snow drenched us to the skin.<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_28" id="Page_28">28</SPAN></span>
Shivering from <i>wet and cold, I took refuge under a wagon</i>, and
there spent such a miserable night that when morning came
the gloomy predictions of old man Bridger and others rose up
before me with greatly increased force. The difficulties were
now fully realized; the blinding snow, mixed with sleet; the
piercing wind, thermometer below zero—with green bushes
only for fuel—occasioning intense suffering. Our numbers
and companionship alone prevented us from being lost or perishing,
a fate that stared in the face the frontiersmen, guides,
and scouts on their solitary missions.</p>
<p>“An important matter had been to secure competent guides
for the different columns of troops, for, as I have said, the
section of <i>country to be operated in was comparatively unknown</i>.</p>
<p>“In those days the railroad town of Hays City was filled
with so-called ‘Indian scouts,’ whose common boast was of
having slain scores of redskins; but the real scout—that is, a
guide and trailer knowing the habits of the Indians—was very
scarce, and it was hard to find anybody familiar with the
country south of the Arkansas, where the campaign was to be
made. Still, about the various military posts there was some
good material to select from, and we managed to employ
several men, who, from their experience on the plains in various
capacities, or from natural instinct and aptitude, soon
became excellent guides and courageous and valuable scouts,
some of them, indeed, gaining much distinction. Mr. William
F. Cody (‘Buffalo Bill’), whose renown has since become
world-wide, was one of the men thus selected. He received
his sobriquet from his marked success in killing buffaloes to
supply fresh meat to the construction parties on the Kansas
Pacific Railway. He had lived from boyhood on the plains and
passed every experience—herder, hunter, pony-express rider,<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_30" id="Page_30">30</SPAN></span>
stage-driver, wagon-master in the quartermaster’s department,
and scout of the army, and was first brought to my notice by
distinguishing himself in bringing me an important dispatch
from Fort Larned to Fort Hays, a distance of sixty-five miles,
through a section infested with Indians. The dispatch
informed me that the Indians near Larned were preparing to
decamp, and this intelligence required that certain orders
should be carried to Fort Dodge, ninety-five miles south of
Hays. This too being a particularly dangerous route—several
couriers having been killed on it—it was impossible to get
one of the various Petes, Jacks, or Jims hanging around
Hays City to take my communication. Cody, learning of the
strait I was in, manfully came to the rescue, and proposed to
make the trip to Dodge, though he had just finished his long
and perilous ride from Larned. I gratefully accepted his
offer, and after a short rest he mounted a fresh horse and
hastened on his journey, halting but once to rest on the way,
and then only for an hour, the stop being made at Coon
Creek, where he got another mount from a troop of cavalry.
At Dodge he took some sleep, and then continued on to his own
post—Fort Larned—with more dispatches. After resting at
Larned he was again in the saddle with tidings for me at Fort
Hays, General Hazen sending him this time with word that
the villages had fled to the south of the Arkansas. Thus, in
all, Cody rode about three hundred and fifty miles in less than
sixty hours, and such an exhibition of endurance and courage at
that time of the year and in such weather was more than
enough to convince me that his services would be extremely
valuable in the campaign, so I retained him at Fort Hays
till the battalion of the Fifth Cavalry arrived, and then made
him chief of scouts.”</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_31" id="Page_31">31</SPAN></span></p>
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<div class="caption">BUFFALO BILL AS BUFFALO HUNTER.</div>
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<p>Read through the fascinating book, “Campaigning with
Crook (Maj.-Gen. George Crook, U. S. A.) and Stories of
Army Life,” due to the graphic and soldierly pen of Capt.
Charles King of the United States Army, published in 1890.</p>
<p>Incidentally the author refers in various pages to Colonel
Cody as scout, etc., and testifies to the general esteem and
affection in which Buffalo Bill is held by the army.</p>
<p>The subjoined extracts from the book will give our readers
an excellent idea of the military scout’s calling and its
dangers:</p>
<p>“‘By Jove! General,’ says Buffalo Bill, sliding backward
down the hill, ‘now’s our chance. Let our party mount here
out of sight and we’ll cut those fellows off. Come down,
every other man of you.’</p>
<p>“Glancing behind me, I see Cody, Tait, and ‘Chips,’ with
five cavalrymen, eagerly bending forward in their saddles,
grasping carbine and rifle, every eye bent upon me, watching
for the signal. Not a man but myself knows how near they
are. ‘That’s right, close in, you beggars! Ten seconds more
and you are on them! A hundred and twenty-five yards—a
hundred—ninety—now, lads, in with you.’...</p>
<p>“There’s a rush, a wild ringing cheer; then bang, bang,
bang! and in a cloud of dust, Cody and his men tumble in
among them, Buffalo Bill closing on a superbly accoutered
warrior. It is the work of a minute; the Indian has fired and
missed. Cody’s bullet tears through the rider’s leg into the
pony’s heart, and they tumble in a confused heap on the prairie.
The Cheyenne struggles to his feet for another shot, but
Cody’s second bullet hits the mark. It is now close quarters,
knife to knife. After a hand-to-hand struggle, Cody wins,
and the young chief Yellow Hand drops lifeless in his<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_33" id="Page_33">33</SPAN></span>
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.”—<i>From p. 35.</i></p>
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<div class="caption">BUFFALO BILL’S DUEL WITH CHIEF YELLOW HAND.</div>
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<p>General Cody holds his commission in the National
Guard of the United States (State of Nebraska), an honorable
position, and as high as he can possibly attain. <i>His connection
with the Regular United States Army</i> has covered a continuous
period of <i>fifteen years</i>, and desultory connection of
thirty years—in the most troublous era of that superb corps’
Western history—as guide, scout, and chief of scouts—a position
unknown in any other service, and the confidential
nature of which is told in the extract from General Dodge’s
work, quoted below. This privileged position, and the nature
of its services in the past, may be more fully appreciated
when it is understood that it commanded, besides horses, subsistence,
and quarters, $10 per day ($3,650 per year), all
expenses, and for special service, or “life and death” volunteer
missions, special rewards of from $100 to $500 for carrying
a single dispatch, and brought its holder the confidence
of commanding generals, the fraternal friendship of the commissioned
officers, the idolization of the ranks, and the universal
respect and consideration of the hardy pioneers and
settlers of the West.</p>
<p>In addition to the distinguished officers previously named
in this chapter, General Cody may also well be proud of his
service under Generals Bankhead, Fry, Crittenden, Switzer,
Rucker, Smith, King, Van Vliet, Anson, Mills, Reynolds,
Greeley, Penrose, Sandy, Forsyth, Dudley, Canby, Blunt,
Hayes, Guy, Henry, and others.</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_34" id="Page_34">34</SPAN></span>
As a fitting close to this chapter of Cody’s record as a
scout, and as epitomizing the character of his services, the
writer quotes from page 628 of Colonel Dodge’s “Thirty
Years Among the Indians”:</p>
<p>“Of ten men employed as scouts, nine will prove to be
worthless; of fifty so employed, one may prove to be really valuable;
but though hundreds, even thousands, of men have been
so employed by the Government since the war, the number
of really remarkable men among them can be counted on the
fingers. The services which these men are called on to perform
are so important and valuable that the officer who
benefits by them is sure to give the fullest credit, and men
honored in official reports come to be great men on the frontier.
Fremont’s reports made Kit Carson a renowned man.
Custer immortalized California Joe. Custer, Merritt, Carr,
and Miles made William F. Cody (‘Buffalo Bill’) a plains
celebrity ‘<i>until time shall be no more</i>’.”</p>
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<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_36" id="Page_36">36</SPAN></span></p>
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