WILD BILL VISITS US 



One day, as we were about to sit down to dinner, 

 my attention was arrested by a whoop or two that 

 had a familiar sound, and, on looking out on the 

 trail toward the fort, I saw a mounted man coming 

 at a gallop. Found, too, seemed to think he had 

 heard that whoop before, for he ran up onto the 

 dirt roof of our dugout, looked and listened a 

 moment at the approaching horseman, and when 

 the shout was repeated he hesitated no longer 

 but with a wild yelp of recognition dashed away 

 to meet the newcomer. 



I had just time to call to my comrades in the 

 dugout: "See here, men, I believe it's Wild Bill," 

 when, as they came rushing out, I noticed the 

 mounted man halt suddenly and roll off his horse 

 as the dog met him, and in a moment more Found 

 and his master were rolling over the ground hug- 

 ging each other in mad delight, while Bill's horse 

 stood looking on in apparent astonishment at their 

 wild antics. 



As Bill came walking up to camp, leading his 

 horse, with Found prancing and yelping about 

 him, I thought I had never seen a dog so nearly 

 crazy with delight. No doubt, Found had often 

 thought of his absent master and had wondered 

 what had become of him and whether he would 

 ever see him again; and now they were reunited, 

 and both seemed overjoyed at the meeting. 



After hearty greetings and handshakes all around 

 the scout tied his horse to a wheel of the wagon 



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