Identifier: thrillinglivesof00win (find matches)
Title: Thrilling lives of Buffalo Bill, Col. Wm. F. Cody, last of the great scouts and Pawnee Bill, Major Gordon W. Lillie (Pawnee Bill) white chief of the Pawnees
Year: 1911 (1910s)
Authors: Winch, Frank, 1880- (from old catalog)
Subjects: Buffalo Bill, 1846-1917 Pawnee Bill, 1860-1942
Publisher: (New York, S. L. Parsons & co., inc.
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: Sloan Foundation

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ce seemedto me to cross the Atlantic. McCandlass was a big bully,but not a rank coward. He jumped into the room withtwo hells in his eyes, his gun almost levelled to shoot theheart out of me, but he wasnt quick enough. The Lordmust have delayed him, and my rifle ball tore the top ofhis head oflF. There was a dead silence as he fell backthrough the doorway. I put down the rifle on the bedand picked the revolver from it. Mrs. Waltman—blessher dear soul—had disappeared through the yard. Icouldnt help inwardly smiling and saying, like an actorin a St. Louis stage play, Deserted on the eve of battleby my army! Only six shots and nine men to kill! I dont knowhow it was, but something really seemed to breathe onme just then and things seemed clear and fine and sharp.I could think strong. There were a few seconds of thatup yonder silence, and then they came through both doorswith a rush! How wild they looked, with their red, sin-splashed, crime-masked faces and flaming eyes, shouting (56)
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Wild Bill at Bay and saying things I was glad good Mrs. Waltman didnthear. I never aimed more coolly in my life. One, two,three, four—and four men were dead, not wounded. Inever wound. McCandlass made the number five. Thatdidnt stop the remaining five. Two of them fired theirbird guns at me and I felt fire run all over me. The roomwas full of smoke. Two got close to me, their eyes burn-ing like hell. One I knocked down with my fist. I thinkI broke his jaw. The other I shot dead. The threeothers crowded me onto the bed. I had to fight fast. I broke one mans arm. He hadhis fingers round my throat and was tearing at it like awildcat. Then I went wild as a grizzly—some one struckme across the breast with a rifle and I felt the bloodrush from my nose, ears and mouth. Then I got ugly,bad, horrible, as all of them put together—cruel, crazy,sorry that there wasnt a roomful more of them—and Igot a bowie somehow into my hand. Then it was allclouds, smoke, flame, blood, runaway stars, br

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