In February 1909, at age 79, he toppled drunk from his saddle at Fort Sill, Okla.
People came from far and wide to photograph the defanged tiger in his Fort Sill home.
Eventually he and his people were remanded to Fort Sill where he would remain free to move about but not leave without permission.
The young bucks on their return to the reservation, and feeling secure at Fort Sill had bragged about it.
We camped at Stearn's ranch the first night out of Fort Sill.
The commandant at Fort Sill seems to think they will, for he's got two companies out on the scout.
Some time later he was ordered to Fort Sill, Oklahoma, to attend the artillery school of fire.
It lived until we were back at Fort Sill some time, but that kind of life was too hard for it and it gave up the struggle.
It disappeared one night while hanging outside of our tent at Fort Sill which was only a camp at that time.
All about Fort Sill the bluffy heights looked down on pleasant little valleys.