upon his success,
when our ears were startled by the announcement:

"Whom God and Buffalo Bill hath joined together, let no man
put asunder."

So far as I am informed, no man has attempted it.

Before May returned home, Will became the very proud father of
a son.
He had now three children, a second daughter, Orra, having
been born two
years before. The first boy of the family was the object of
the undivided
interest of the post for a time, and names by the dozen were
suggested.
Major North offered Kit Carson as an appropriate name for the
son of a great
scout and buffalo-hunter, and this was finally settled on.

My first touch of real anxiety came with an order to Will
to report at headquarters for assignment to duty.
The country was alive with Indians, the officer in command
informed him, and this intelligence filled me with dread.
My sister-in-law had grown accustomed to her husband's excursions
into danger-land, and accepted such sallies as incidents of
his position. Later, I, too, learned this stoical philosophy,
but at first my anxiety was so keen that Will laughed at me.

"Don't worry," said he; "the Indians won't visit the fort to-night.
There's no danger of them scalping you."

"But," said I, "it is for you, not for myself, that I am afraid.
It is horrible to think of you going out alone among those
foothills,
which swarm with Indians."

The fort was on the prairie, but the distant foothills
stretched away
interminably, and these furnished favorite lurking-places for
the redskins.
Will drew me to a window, and pointed out the third tier of hills,
some twelve or fifteen miles away.

"I would advise you," said he, "to go to bed and sleep,
but if you insist on keeping awake and worrying, I will kindle
a blaze on top of that hill at midnight. Watch closely.
I can send up only one flash, for there will be Indian eyes
unclosed as well as yours."

One may imagine with what a beating heart I stared into the
darkness
when the hour of twelve drew on. The night was a veil that hid
a thousand terrors, but a gauzy veil, to my excited fancy,
behind which passed a host of shadowy horsemen with uptossing
lances.
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