The Belljoy's Prisoner

The events that took place in Shoshone, Wyoming territory, are still something of a nightmare to me. This report to readers of the London Times will explain why recent dispatches have been delayed. Rantir, gentlemen! Herewith an Englishman's account of life and death in the West.

As a reporter for the London Times, he writes his colorful and unusual stories. But as a man with a gun, he lives and becomes a part of the violent years in the new territories. Now, starring John Dana, this is the story of J.B. Kendall, frontier gentleman.

This story of my journey to Yellowstone National Park began with the coach of the Yellowstone stage line pulling into the town of Shoshone, midway between Bearclaw and the National Park. myself, the coach carried a Mr. and Mrs. Willis of Baltimore, and a thin young man of about 25, whose name was Black. As the driver pulled up in front of the Shoshone Hotel, a group

of men came forward to meet us. One of them was wearing the badge of Deputy Sherrod. Hey, Charlie! Well, this seems to be a nice little town. Yes, does. Let's stretch our legs, my dear. You getting out, Mr. Candle?

Yes. According to the schedule, seems we'll have our supper here. Good boy, looking for somebody? That's right, Charlie. You tell your passengers to just take it easy. Have them go into the hotel lobby. Right.

Ah, folks. Mr. Kendall, Mr. Willis. Yes? Let's hear CB Belljoy. He's deputy sheriff. Says for you all to go on in the hotel. Well, suppose we don't want to. Well, then, Mr. Black, I reckon you'll have to take that up with him.