met him
again. After many and similar fortunes we find him at Winemuca, on the line of the Pacific Railroad. Here some one killed him, though only for a time, by shooting him in the head with a Derringer. He recovered, but with the loss of one of his eyes and all his ferocity, says report.
I have written of him in the past tense, because he is said to now be a new man. He was a year or so ago though the shifting fortunes of the country may have left him by this time on other ground a man of wealth.
In all the experience of my life spent mostly among the most lawless and reckless, I know of no history so remarkable as his. How he so con tinually escaped death will never cease to be a marvel among the men of that country. It must be remem bered, however, that while he survived, perhaps a thousand of his class perished.
Through all his stirring and bloody career, let this be said, he was generous and open-hearted, kind to most men, industrious, and certainly as brave as Caesar.
