saloon, in Deadwood, he was shot in the back of the head by the
notorious Jack McCall, a desperado. I was in Deadwood at the
time and on hearing of the killing made my way at once to the
scene of the shooting and found that my friend had been killed
by McCall. I at once started to look for the assassian and found
him at Shurdy's butcher shop and grabbed a meat cleaver and
made him throw up his hands; through the excitement on
hearing of Bill's death, having left my weapons on the post of
my bed. He was then taken to a log cabin and locked up, well
secured as every one thought, but he got away and was
afterwards caught at Fagan's ranch on Horse Creek, on the old
Cheyenne road and was then taken to Yankton, Dak., where he
was tried, sentenced and hung.

I remained around Deadwood locating claims, going from
camp to camp until the spring of 1877, where one morning, I
saddled my horse and rode towards Crook city. I had gone
about twelve miles from Deadwood, at the mouth of
Whitewood creek, when I met the overland mail running from
Cheyenne to Deadwood. The horses on a run, about two
hundred yards from the station; upon looking closely I saw they
were pursued by Indians. The horses ran to the barn as was
their custom. As the horses stopped I rode along side of the
coach and found the driver John Slaughter, lying face
downwards in the boot of the stage, he having been shot by the
Indians. When the stage got to the station the Indians hid in the
bushes. I immediately removed all baggage from the coach
except the mail. I then took the driver's seat and with all haste
drove to Deadwood, carrying the six passengers and the dead
driver.