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Under the sod in the land of gold

We have laid the fearless Bill;

We called him wild, yet a little child

Could bend his iron will.

With a generous heart he freely gave

To the poorly-clad unshod;

Think of it, pards, of his noble traits,

While you cover him with the sod.

 

Under the sod in the Deadwood gulch

We have laid his last remains.

No more his manly form will hail

The Red Man on the plains.

And many a heartfelt sigh was heard

As over the sward we trod,

And many an eye was filled with tears

As we covered him with the sod.

 

You buried him 'neath the old pine tree

In that little world of ours;

His trusty rifle by his side,

His grave all strewn with flowers;

His manly form in sweet repose,

That lovely silken hair;

It was a sight we can't forget,

That face so bright and fair.

 

Under the sod in the prairie land

We have laid the good and true;

An honest heart and a noble man

Has bade his last adieu.

No more his silvery voice will ring;

His spirit has gone to God;

Around his faults let charity cling

While we cover him with the sod.

 

Captain Jack Crawford (1847-1917)

 

Rest in Peace James Butler Hickok.

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Sleep on brave heart, in peaceful slumber,

Bravest scout in all the West;

Lightning eyes and voice of thunder,

Closed and hushed in quiet rest.

Peace and rest at last is given,

May we meet again in heaven.

Rest in peace

 

Capt. Jack Crawford

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Again!

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The assassin Jack McCall made up a story about how Wild Bill had killed his non-existent brother and was acquitted. Later in Laramie, Wyoming he began bragging about shooting Hickok and his phony defense. A deputy U.S. Marshal heard him and Jack was put on trial in a federal court in Dakota Territory and found guilty.

 

Here is a clipping from the Wheeling Register of March 2, 1877: Click

 

~:Wylie:~

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:lol: Wow, for a second or two I thought this was going to be about Ol Driftwood.

Regards, TJ :lol:

 

Contrary to his view of the world - everything isn't always about Drifty. :rolleyes:

 

Of course he sez the same about me.

 

On another note - I want to mention that no one knows what hand JBH held when murdered. The myth of Aces and Eights came about from a book written in 1926.

Although it is documented his last words were “The old duffer broke me on that hand.” after Capt Massey had beaten his hand.

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