. Spannende Leben von Buffalo Bill, Col. WM. F. Cody, letzter der großen Pfadfinder und Pawnee Bill, Major Gordon W. Lillie (Pawnee Bill) weißer Chef der Pawnees. nds, du wirst ein Fremder sein, du wirst Versuchungen aller Art finden, nicht spielen und nicht trinken. Ich tue es, Mutter. Gordon ein paar Tage nachdem er die Hauptstraße in Wichita entlang buhlte; es passte zu seiner Phantasie, es gab Cowboys, Gam-Blers und den bunten Überlauf zu Grenzstädten in den frühen Tagen. Eine Woche lang wurden ihm die Erfahrungen injiziert, es war etwas Neues, etwas aus dem Rutofleben zu Hause, und

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. 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. nds, you will be a stranger, you will findtemptations of all kinds, do not gamble and do not drink.Do you promise? I do, mother. Gordon a few days after loitered along the main streetin Wichita; it suited his fancy, there were cowboys, gam-blers and the motley throng incident to border towns in theearly days. For a week the experiences he was injected into inter-ested him, it was something new, something out of the rutof home life, and for the first time he commenced to realizethat he was thrown on his own resources, that he had hisown battle to fight. He made friends quickly. His jovialgood nature installed him as a general favorite. Hello son, you look lonesome, a burly cowpunchersaid one night as Lillie was watching a play at cards inthe Good Luck gambling house, have a drink. Never touch it. Come on have a drink I say, and the bully edged closeto him, you tenderfeet cant learn to be men any younger;hurry up, barkeeper, give Mothers baby a drink. Imgoing to make a man of him. [104]. Meets Desperado It might be noted here, that to refuse the hospitalitysuch as was offered, constituted about as deadly an insultas could be given. Of course, Gordon did not know thisor if he did he didnt care. Go on Kid, humor him, whispered a bystander takea drink. Before Lillie had a chance to move one way or theother, the drunken cowboy dealt him a terrific blow in theface. Gordon caught himself on the bar railing, steadiedfor a moment and then planted his fist square on the cow-boys nose. The latter reeled and tumbled to the floor senseless. Holy smoke, Kid run, hell kill you, yelled the bar-tender. I guess not, calmly replied Lillie, adjusting his coat. Come on get away before he comes to, dont you knowwho that is? pointing to the figure on the floor, nowslowly moving in a struggle to regain his feet. No, and I dont give a

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