In the winter of '72, after I had left Fort McPherson, Buckskin Joe was condemned and sold at public sale to Dave Perry at North Platte.

In 1877 he presented him to me.

He remained on my ranch on the Dismal River for many years, stone blind, until he died.
At the end of twenty days, after a few unimportant running fights, we found ourselves back to the Republican River.
Hitherto the Pawnee scouts had not taken much interest in me.

But while at the camp I gained their respect and admiration by showing them how to kill buffaloes.

Though they were excellent buffalo killers, for Indians, I had never seen them kill more than four or five animals in one run.