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Assuring them, however, that I would visit them again soon, I bade them adieu, and with Buntline took the train for New York. The time soon arrived for my departure for the West; so packing up my traps I started for home, and on the way thither I spent a day with my Westchester relatives, who did everything in their power to entertain me during my brief stay with them.
One of Will's main reasons for visiting the East was to look up our only living relatives on mother's side Colonel Henry R. Guss and family, of Westchester, Pennsylvania. Mother's sister, who had married this gentleman, was not living, and we had never met him or any of his family. Ned Buntline accompanied Will on his trip to Westchester.
Buntline immediately obtained a supply of pens, ink and paper, and then engaged all the hotel clerks as penmen. In less than an hour after he had rented the theater, he was dashing off page after page of his proposed drama the work being done in his room at the hotel.
I was totally unacquainted with the tame stage Indian, and the thought of a great gaping audience looking at me across the footlights made me shudder. But when my old "pards," Wild Bill and Texas Jack, consented to try their luck with me in the new enterprise I felt better. Together we made the trip to New York, and played for a time in the hodgepodge drama written for us by Ned Buntline himself.
"I guess, Judson," he continued, after vainly trying to find a diplomatic explanation, "you'd better tell them what we want." Buntline opened with enthusiasm, but he did not kindle Wild Bill and Texas Jack, who looked as if they might at any moment grab their sombreros and stampede for the frontier. Will turned the scale. "We're bound to make a fortune at it," said he.
Whereupon the scout blushed again, and doffed his sombrero in acknowledgment of the compliment, for "'Tis pleasant, sure, to see one's name in print; A book's a book, although there's nothing in't." A retired naval officer, Ned Buntline wore a black undress military suit. His face was bronzed and rugged, determined yet kindly; he walked with a slight limp, and carried a cane.
Bights of buntline and other ropes were dangling from above, only waiting to be swung from. A bell was hung just forward of the foremast. In half a moment Dick was forward hammering at the bell with a belaying pin he had picked from the deck. Mr Button shouted to him to desist; the sound of the bell jarred on his nerves.
Buntline, it seems, was to furnish the company, the drama, and the pictorial printing, and was to receive sixty per cent. of the gross receipts for his share; while Nixon was to furnish the theater, the attachés, the orchestra, and the local printing; and receive forty per cent. of the gross receipts. "I am ready for you, Buntline. Have you got your company yet?" asked Nixon.
As he came up, Major Brown said: "Cody, allow me to introduce you to Colonel E.B.O. Judson, otherwise known as Ned Buntline." "Colonel Judson, I am glad to meet you," said I; "the Major tells me that you are to accompany us on the scout." "Yes, my boy, so I am," said he; "I was to deliver a temperance lecture to-night, but no lectures for me when there is a prospect for a fight.
Siouxs We strike a Large Trail The Print of a Woman's Shoe The Summit Springs Fight A Successful Charge Capture of the Indian Village Rescue of a White Woman One hundred and forty Indians Killed I kill Tall Bull and Capture his Swift Steed The Command proceeds to Fort Sedgwick Powder Face A Scout after Indian Horse-Thieves "Ned Buntline" "Tall Bull" as a Racer Powder Face wins a Race without a Rider An Expedition to the Niobrara An Indian Tradition.
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