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plenty of room. It is, however, indeed a feat 

 of skill and daring for a single man; and 

 yet I have known of more than one instance 

 in which it has been accomplished by some 

 reckless knight of the rope and the saddle. 

 One such occurred in 1887 on the Flathead 

 Reservation, the hero being a half-breed; and 

 another in 1890 at the mouth of the Bighorn, 

 where a cowboy roped, bound, and killed a 

 large bear single-handed. 

 . My friend General "Red" Jackson, of 

 Bellemeade, in the pleasant mid-county of 

 Tennessee, once did a feat which casts into 

 the shade even the feats of the men of the 

 lariat. General Jackson, who afterward be- 

 came one of the ablest and most renowned 

 of the Confederate cavalry leaders, was at the 

 time a young officer in the Mounted Rifle 

 Regiment, now known as the 3d United States 

 Cavalry. It was some years before the Civil 

 War, and the regiment was on duty in the 

 Southwest, then the debatable land of Co- 

 manche and Apache. While on a scout after 

 hostile Indians, the troops in their march 

 roused a large grisly which sped off across 

 the plain in front of them. Strict orders had 

 been issued against firing at game, because 

 of the nearness of the Indians. Young Jack- 



