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In a corner was Sadie, the erstwhile coquette, very subdued now, and months behind the fashions in everything but baby clothes. Hen Cody, who had done all of Molly Brandeis's draying, sat, in unaccustomed black, next to Mayor A. J. Dawes. Temple Emmanu-el was there, almost a unit. The officers of Temple Emanu-el Ladies' Aid Society sat in a row.
Cody was special scout to the general, and one morning he was ordered to accompany him as far as Fort Zarah, on the Arkansas, near the mouth of Walnut Creek, in what is now Barton County, Kansas, the general intending to go on to Fort Harker, on the Smoky Hill.
And our last halting-place will be at sunrise the sunrise of the New West, with its waving grain-fields, fenced flocks and splendid cities, drawing upon the mountains for the water to make it fertile, and upon the whole world for men to make it rich. I was born on a farm near Leclair, Scott County, Iowa, February 26, 1846. My father, Isaac Cody, had emigrated to what was then a frontier State.
"We staked it months ago, and was called away, and now we has returned to it." "Well, I believe you both to be lying, and until you prove it's your claim you can't have it," was the bold reply. "Who's goin' ter say no?" "I am." "You!" "Yes." "Who is you?" "I am named William Frederick Cody." "You has handle enough." "I have more than that." "Waal." "I'm called Buffalo Billy."
"Will Cody has killed Steve Gobel!" was the wailing cry, and Will, though he knew Steve was but pinked, began to realize that frontier styles of combat were not esteemed in communities given up to the soberer pursuits of spelling, arithmetic, and history.
I had become greatly attached to the officers of the regiment, having been continually with them for over three years, and had about made up my mind to accompany them, when a letter was received from General Sheridan instructing the commanding officer "not to take Cody" with him, and saying that I was to remain in my old position.
The next day we moved into our little house. That night there was a veritable fusillade of revolver shots outside the window. "What is that?" asked Mrs. Cody. "Just a serenade," I said. "Are yon firing blank cartridges?" "No. If it became known that revolvers were loaded with blank cartridges around here we would soon lose some of our most valued citizens.
In order to give Brigham a share of the glory, Will pulled off saddle and bridle, and advanced bareback to the slaughter. That closed the contest. Score, sixty-nine to forty-eight. Comstock's friends surrendered, and Cody was dubbed "Champion Buffalo Hunter of the Plains."
"By Jove!" exclaimed the captain, "I never saw anything like that before. Who are you, anyway?" "Bill Cody's my name." "Well, Bill Cody, you know how to kill buffalo, and that horse of yours has some good running points, after all." "One or two," smiled Will.
A widow lived there, and the information that father was brother to Elijah Cody, of Platte County, Missouri, won us a cordial welcome and the hospitality of her home. We were yet in the road, waiting father's report, when our startled vision and childish imagination took in a seeming apparition, which glided from the bushes by the wayside.
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