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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id not know it at the time. I then went back to a man named Ingalls, and got aColts repeating rifle. When I came back to where I hadleft the Indian, he was gone. He had crossed the Sappaon a drift; and I cant, for the life of me, see how he couldhave done it. I dismounted and followed over, and foundhe was soon to be a good Injun. Taking out my knife,he signed to me, not to scalp him until he was dead, butI had no time to spare; for there was much to do—itseemed to be a busy time of the year. So I took his scalp.I opened his shirt and found four bullet-holes in his chest,that you could cover with the palm of your hand. After this we started back down the creek, and hadgone only a short distance when we met Major Mock,with five companies of the Fourth U. S. Cavalry and twocompanies of the Nineteenth Infantry. The troops wereall angry. Col. Lewis had been killed the day before.Here is where I met our old friend Hi. Bickerdyke. Assoon as I met him, he said: Major, here is my old friend
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SU4 THE BORDER AXD THE BUFFALO. Sol. Rees, one of the hottest Indian trailers I ever met.I have been with him in Texas in tight places. The major said, Glad to see you, Rees. Will you gowith us as scout and guide at $5 per day and rations,until this thing is ended? I understand you are an oldnorthern Kansas buffalo hunter, and know the countrywell. I said: Yes, Major, Ill go; but not so much forthe five dollars as to have this thing settled, once for all,so that we settlers can develop our homes in peace. Westruck the trail on a divide. Take the lead, Reese, andeveryone will follow you, he said. W^e followed the traildown on the Beaver; and there we got into a mess. Wefound where the Indians had butchered four men. Theyhad been digging potatoes and had been literally hackedto pieces by the hoes they were using in their work. Theywere the old-fashioned, heavy nigger hoes, as they hadbeen called in slavery days. Evidently, this had beendone by squaws and small boys, for aU of the moccas

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