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PALL MALL GAZETTE, JUNE 3, 1887

"MURRAY'S AND "CORNHILL.,"

Neither of these magazines contains any article of special note. Those who find the study of coins interesting will, no doubt, read Mr. Fremantle's article in Murray with pleasure ; Mrs. Craik says a good word for Houses of Rest at which hard-worked shop girls may take their holidays. Colonel "Buffalo Bill" also figures among the contributors, and a more delightful bit of self-puffery it would be hard to find. We quote the account of a hand-to-hand encounter of his with one Yellow Hand:----

In the war of 1876, when I was chief scout under General Carr, we came one day face to face with the Cheyennes, and the two forces were drawn up opposite each other in regular line of battle, about half a mile apart. I had been employed in so many expeditions by this time, that I had acquired a high reputation among the Indians as a 'warrior,' and while our troops were halted preliminary to an attack, the Cheyenne chief, Yellow Hand, rode out in front of his line, and challenged me to single combat. He shouted out that he was the greatest warrior in his own tribe, and honoured me by saying that I was reputed the greatest warrior among the whites. If I dared, he wanted me to come forward and fight it out with him, to see which of us proved the better man. I accepted his challenge, of course, and rode to meet him without delay. We both had rifles, and both our horses were soon shot under us. then we continued the battle on foot, he with a tomahawk, I with a bowie-knife. But I was too quick for him, and at last as he was raising his arm to strike, I seized hold of it, and held him until I could deal a decisive blow, I have his scalp-now; had it ended the other way he would have had mine, for one of us must have been killed. That affair was thought a great deal of by the Indians, for Yellow Hand was a famous chief, and after it I was looked upon as a mighty warrior indeed.

And yet Mr.Cody poses as a modest man. An article on pigeons and a large [word?] of Mr.Baring Gould's novel are the best things in Cornhill,