Identifier: borderbuffalount00cook (find matches)
Title: The border and the buffalo, an untold story of the southwest plains; the bloody border of Missouri and Kansas. The story of the slaughter of the buffalo. Westward among the big game and wild tribes. A story of mountain and plain
Year: 1907 (1900s)
Authors: Cook, John R., 1844-1917
Subjects: Frontier and pioneer life -- Southwest, New Kansas -- History Civil War, 1861-1865
Publisher: Topeka, Kan., Printed by Crane & company
Contributing Library: New York Public Library
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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ld a re-union of the Forlorn Hope; and it did my heart goodto once more meet this big, generous, warm-heartedplainsman of the old days. As I looked in the face ofthe man who stood as a buffer between the settlers andwild Indians on the frontier of Nebraska and the west-ern border of Texas, my thoughts went back to two par-ticular incidents of the many thrilling ones I had passedthrough in company with him. The first was at the hunters fight with the Indians onthe 18th of March, 1877, already described. All throughthat fierce fight, he kept a level head and used a danger-ous gun. He tore away the mask and showed the realmettle and fiber of his composition. When there wouldbe a lull in the fight, or a change of base was made, Kresskept those within his hearing livened up by his dry humorand seemingly total indifference to his surroundings. Then again on the 27th, 28th and 29th of July, alreadyalluded to, he divided up a six-pound powder-can of water (315) 316 THE BORDER AND THE BUFFALO.
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MORTIMER N. KRESS.(Wild Bill.) STORY OF THE SOUTHWEST PLAINS. 317 as generously as though a river were flowing near by; andmen of his type suffered and moved on. How thankfulI felt while at his home, so beautifully located on thebanks of the sparkling waters of the Little Blue, to see mycomrade living in a manor-house, his cribs and granariesgroaning with the 1906 harvest, an,d surrounded by acommunity that fairly pay him reverence. For theyknow enough of his past life and the sacrifices he made,to help make it possible for his neighbors to have thepeaceful, happy homes that surroimd this once WildBill. In the country where he resides he was the firstsettler on the Little Blue, having homesteaded in 1869.He has identified himself with that particular region forthijrty-nine years; and has seen the passing of the over-land stage line, the Indian, and the buffalo. And he is far better equipped to write The Border andthe Buffalo, than myself. He is a native- of Pennsyl-vania; soldiered fo

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