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"In 1854, I accompanied my father and
some officers from Fort Leavenworth in a
wolf hunt, over the ground where the city
now stands. I was a bit of a boy then.
We 'raised' the wolf in what is now
known as Cincinnati, and chased him to
Sim Scruggs' mill, where the wolf was
killed. Sim didn't like it much, but we
got away with the game. Father was then
a contractor at the fort, furnishing
hay for the government. The wolf-
chase was only a short time after
the bill was introduced which admitted
Kansas into the union. Weston, Mo.,
was a big town then. My Uncle, Elijah Cody,
had a big store there. He afterward came
to Leavenworth, and, in partnership with
a Mr. Apt, had a grocery store on Main
and Cherokee streets. My home at that
time was in Salt Creek valley, where I
lived for a long time. My father died
there in 1857, and my mother died there
in the old homestead in 1863. They were
both buried at Pilot Knob, and I am going
with my sisters Sunday,

TO VISIT THEIR GRAVES,

and see that tomb stones are put up. The
bodies have been moved twice, but I think
I can find the graves. I sent Jim Brown,
one of the old-timers, out this afternoon
to find the old sexton who buried them.
we will all, my sisters and myself, go out
to the Knob and find their graves."

Before Mr. Cody could say anything
further, a countryman came up to the
table where the noted scout and the reporter
were sitting, and after looking up
and down at the frontiersman asked:"

"Be you Buffler Bill?"

"Yes," Mr. Cody answered.

"I saw Ingins with you to-day."

"Yes."

"Are they real ones?"

"Yes."

"It's the first time I ever saw a real, live
Indian. Be you goin' to hold anywhere
to-night?:

"Yes; at the opera house."

"It ain't a hall, then?"

"No."

"Will it be with bolted doors?"

"No."

"Be free for everybody?"

"Yes."

The reporter remarker that it would be
free for seventy-five cents, or thereabouts,
and the scout, with a laughing frown said,
"You gave it away. It's the best thing
I've seen for many a day."

"I was just looking at your long
hair," said the countryman, "and
was wonderin' ef you was bill.
I'm jest a country feller, and jest about
think I'll stay in town to-night and see
the show."

"Very well," said Bill.

"I reckon it'll be good- sure enough
hair-raisin' and all that?"

(Right column)
Buffalo Bill buried his favorite horse
"Buckskin Joe," at his ranche in Nebraska,
not long ago. The horse was twenty-five
years old and had been in many an Indian
fight.

The Prairie Waif.

The opera hous was crowded, last evening,
with an intelligent audience, who
were delighted with Mr. Cody's new play,
the "Prairie-Waif."

There is not much in the play that is
deep, it being one of "Bill's" wild, harem-
scarem adventures, with the pathos thrown
in by the author, who could have made it
much more realistic, expecially as regards
the military part of it. "Bill," however,
was Bill Cody, and no writer of a play
will make him anything else. His rifle
shooting during the play was very fine.
His duel with Yellow Hand was very exciting,
and the rescue of General Brown's
daughter, and the appearance of the
boy's in blue with the stars and
stripes upon the scene made a fine
tableau. If ever Jule Keene comes to this
part of the country again in the role of a
Dutchman he must bring a suspender insurance
company with him make an
afffidavit to the effect that he won't make
people's sides sore any more. His Hans
was simply immense and his "Jeremiah,"
"Woa Jermiah," brought down the house
every time. It was for a time guess work
as to who made the most fun, Jerry, Hans,
or Miss Nellie Lingard, as "Sadie." The
Indian dance was true to life. Miss Jennie
Gilbert, as Onita, won the hearts of all
by her artless manner of acting. Wilson
Charles as Captain Russel made many
friends. Taking it all together the play,
though light, was well received and was
very enjoyable. Mr. Cody has many old
friends in the city who are pleased with his
success.