The Last Camp

As that new bunch drifted slowly into Deadwood, Bill turned round in his saddle to Charley Utter— Sadly told him something he’d always remember— That which made the others smirk and weak hearts flutter: “Charley, I feel this is going to be my last camp,” Bill then softly said, “and I won’t leave it alive…” Charley, Calam Jane and all the others just laughed— But Wild Bill did not smile and he never replied. Even to that day, as Bill foretold his own doom And wrote a letter to the wife he’d know no more: “Agnes… if such should be we never meet again…” Bill penned, “I will try to swim to the other shore.” Next day, August second, eighteen seventy six, Wild Bill Hickok went in that Saloon Number Ten— And to this day, the rest they say is history— Now that last Deadwood camp is still recalled by men. “Charley, I feel this is going to be my last camp, And I won’t leave it alive….” Utter heard Bill say— Or so he, Calam and Agnes long remembered And his spirit grows all the stronger to this day.