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which will attract foreigners when they are tired of staring at the Italian gentleness of faulties outlines and evidences of superb culture. They will bring up at the Cody show every time and they will find Americans real Americans, there--if not in the audience, in the performance.

How a heroic statue of Buffalo Bill, with his magnificent physique, picturesque accounterments and scout impetuosity, would, have stood out among the dulcet elegances of foreign art! Clad in fringed deer skins-- than which not Grecian drapery is more genuinely graceful and artistic--with the high boots which typify hardhip and the country's savage estate, his inseparable gun, fiery horse and incomparable herent pose!

Cody is one of the most imposing mr in appearance that America ever grew in her kindly atmosphere. In his earlier days a hint of the border desperado lurked in his blazing eyes and the poetic fierceness of his mien and coloring. Now it is all subdued into pleasantness and he is the kindliest most benign gentleman, as simple as a village priest and learned as a savant of Chartreuse. I have just left him in his beaded regalia (which is not dress, but rest for him) and I do not think I ever spent a more delightful hour. His history, teeming with romance, is familiar to everybody in two continents, but his social personality is known to a favored few, in which treasured category I herewith enroll myself. All the gray that has been thrust into his whirlwin life has centered itself in the edges of his beautiful hair. For the rest he is ruddy, straight as the sturdiest buck in is troupe and graceful as an eagle. He talks in the quaint mountaineer language which robs English of all its proper crudities. It is a lazy, melodious sort of drawl tremendously fascinating and unapproachable exept by a thoroughbred trapper, a cool soldier and American westerner.

His own tent at the show is a dream of improvised luxury. There are couches of tempting comfort and such a bewildering plethora of Indian ornament that further entertainment scarcely seems called for but he thinks of a thousand charming favors and offers them in such an every-day simple manner that one scarcely appreciates that there have been any effort made in courtesy. Mr. Cody is perfectly natural. He has acquired no alien airs or manner in his marvelous travels and successes, has never lost the atmosphere of the boundless plains, the inspiration of discovery and attempt, nor the honest bravery of a lonely scout for nothing much more than a hardy sustenance and exciting adventure.

He has gathered about him a host of clever men and all tongues are spoken under the white tents of the "Wild West Show."

First I was presented to Rain-in-the-Face, a mild inoffensive old warrior, who looked as if he had never done anything more reprehensible than eat oatmeal all his active life. They all wanted to shake wi8th me and seized my hand in a friendly way smile large, oleaginous smiles at me and looked straight into my eyes in rahter an informal but reassuring manner. Curly, the only survivor of the unhappy Custer massacre, accompanies Mr. Rain-in-the-Face and a pleasant group of white men headed by Wickham join the party in Sitting Bull's cabin. Outside suddenly here raises a fearful din, stange animal yelps

but what Americans might have enjoyed showing the congress of nations would be types of our own idolized heroes, the like of our own idolized heroes, the like of which oruanient no other history. Our warriors, pioneers, savages and broad acres. I - it is I, because I am American from the crown of my head to the ground my feet caress - I'd have reveled in a colossal reproduction of the adored heroes inspiring American boys of the last century to courageous undertaking, press of civilaztion and the audacious vehemence of rightful war. Now, about the only art-remembrance of the march of stupendous American improvement is epitomized inone man's magnificent puma.

A kindly old lady then take sme into an adjoining canvas, where she has piles of unfinished costumes and sewing machines that look pretty busy. She is the mother of the entire camp and has been with COdy for fifteen years. The Russian prince, Ivan Makharadze Richter, a tremendously swell vaquero and an expert bolas wielder are in turn presented to me, and then the infinitely more interesting groups of Indians lounging about the tents close to the fires, One charming characteristic of the fiery untamed mouarch of the plains is his prodigious talent for resting. Indians can rest more to the square inch than any class of royalty I ever ran across. The show is simply tremendours. I can see how strangers to such brilliant spectacular nature might rave over it. I was born and raised where occurences identical with the dramatic incidents of this exhibition were not at all unusual, and the show is intensely exciting to me. It is not theatrical, save that the dramatic force of reality is always the msot thrilling achievment in stupendous spectacles. As for the riing, the entire exhibition shows conclusively that America possesses not only the most daring but the most graceful riders in the world. It is diverting to note the difference in the seat, carriage and mangement of horses in each representative rider. An Indian hugs the animal close, lifting the horse, instead of bearing weight upon it. Every muscle of an Indians trembles in response to the horse's gait. He sticks to the saddle or bareback by a sort of capillary attraction. The cowboy and Mexican do not touch a horse but wear him out. The rider seems winged and has his hands full of ropes and reins and everything but the expected. Germans are huge, bulky riders, who bounce and shake and take good care of their horses. Cossacks ride a horse like it was stationary and cast-iron and Arabs whirl about a mass of circling drapery and arms. A Frenchman is always le beau sabreur, but he can't ride even a rocking-horse. The most beautiful and easiest riders in the world are American cavalrymen. In Cody's show they are magnificent. Handsome, of course. I was assured to-day by a very insinuating and attractive lieutenant of New York's 8th, that American military men are always handsome and brilliant and brave.

AMY LESLIE.

Chicago Tribune 19/5/93.

Col. Cody and Mr. and Mrs. M. H. De Young were the guests of Mr. and Mrs. John W. Mackay at a luncheon yesterday at the Great Northern. After the party had adjourned President Higinbothan placed his coach at their disposal for a trip to the Fair grounds and the Wild West show. Mr. Mackay said last evening that he was delighted with the Fair. He thinks that with Sunday opening it will be a success.

unused, because their secretary was not included.

Then Parmelee's ominbus line, the only one in the city, struck against the hotels because not allowed to keep runners in the corridors, and refuses to call for guests wishing to leave the city.

Next came the Columbian Guards at the Fiar grounds - 2,000 stong - who ask advance from $60 to $75 per month because they have to pay twenty-cents for a cut of pie since the show began.

The exhibitors in machinery hall are up in arms because the management charges them $10 per hrose power for motive power to run their exhibits.

The Chicago piano men are all ablaze because in dedicating Music Hall Paderewski was allowed to use New York piano, the makers of which refused to exhibit.

The local directory are at war with the National Commission over the question of Sunday opening. The Fair was not open last Sunday, but Buffalo Bill's park, opposite the Fiar, was open, and the people who went there were not only kept out of mischief, but were better treated and better entertained than they would have been in the Fair Grounds. Buffalo Bill is not a competitor of the wolfish World's Fair managers, but a help to their business. When the grapsing Fair managers make a visitor mad by some act of extortion or neglect, Buffalo Bill puts him in a good humor. The Fair managers owe Bill something for bringing many people to Chicago who would not, otherwise, come at all. But Buffalo Bill's Exhibit, is the only thing entitled to use the word "World" in its title having been all over the world, and is something no man woman or child in the western hemisphere will want to miss seeing. The Chicago papers put more talent to work writing ip up than they do in Jackson Park. During the Paris Exposition the Paisian sculptors made bronze using Buffalo Bill as a model. Now the World's Fair managers are kicking themselves because they didn't do likewise. Europeans are criticising them for not doing it.

FLOCK TO THE WILD WEST.

Visitors to the Fair Make it a Point to See Buffalo Bill.

The long list of admirable features of the great exhibition given by Buffalo Bill's Wild West are so artistically arragned that the audience is kept constantly entertained and interested. The sports, pastimes and mode of warfare of the native American Indians, the athletic exercises and dashing skill in the horsemanship of the Cossacks and Arabs, and the daring riding of the cowboys are all intensely exciting, while the picturesque groupings and drills from the English, French, German and American cavalry aided by the varied brilliancy of their unifroms always evoke rounds of nearly applause, and the climax is reached when Col. W. F. Cody (Buffalo Bill), mounted on his beautiful Arabian steed, is seen dashing gallantly up towards the grand stand. After having witnessed the exhibition the auditor is privileged to stroll through the camp and view its many items and objects of peculiar interest. Twice each day, Sundays included, and rain or shine, exhibitions are given, begininning at 3 ND 3:30 Oclock, and all roads leading south take passengers to the very gates of the Wild West, either on Sixty-second of Sixty-third streets.

Chicago Post 19/5/93.

CROWDS AT THE WILD WEST

Buffalo Bill's Show Continues to Attract Throngs of People

The interest of the visitors to the world's fair and citizens generally in Buffalo Bill's Wild West is continually increasing. When the magnitude, and the perfectness of detail, the historic and educational character of this exhibition are considered, it is not surprising that the covered grand stand, which seats 18,000 people, is so frequently taxed to its capacity and is always comfortably filled. Two entrances have been provided for the convenience of visitors, one is Sixty-second and another on Sixty-third street, and all railroads going south have made special arrangements to transport passengers to the gates.

The Illinois Central has completed a commodious platform near the entrance and every other world's fair train goes direct to the Wild West. The Alley "L" road has a station at the grounds and the electric cars land visitors close to the gates, as do also the conveyances of the Columbian Coach Company. After the performances the patrons are privledged to enjoy the many interesting sights of the camp. A restaurant has been provided where visitors can obtain a good meal at a fixed price.

Another big Sioux chief has become a good Indian. Young-man-afraid-of-his-horses dropped dead yesterday. Young-man-afraid-of-his-job and old-man-who-puts-up-the-coin are still with us, however.

Before visiting the great World's Columbian Exposition it is most fit and appropriate to wtiness the exhibition given by Buffalo Bill's Wild West, which is located near the 62d and 63d street entrances to the World's Fair. A stroll around the camp before or after the performance gives one an insight into the domestic life of the redman, the Cossack, the Arab, the Mexican and the cowboy; so stage picture, no novelist's pen could half so practically and forcibly illustrate the customs and habits of the peaceful lives of these people. The visitor then sees in the vast arena a series of performances that shows these same people in their more active sports and pastimes and witnesses their mode of warfare and their ability and skill as horsemen. Though entirely separate and distinct from the World's Fair, this exhibition is in truth a most valuable and interesting annex to it and it really seems as though neither would be complete without the other. Col. Cody, the central figure of the grand aggregaton, has become an historic character in the story of the civilization of the American frontier. His record as a scout, guide and Indian fighter is attested by all the prominent generals of the United States army whose duty has called them to service on the prairies and amid the mountains of the great west. They all have given willing and laudatory commendation to his valuable, actual services to the army of the United States and to the settlers on our borders. Col. Cody is no "carpet knight," but has won his spurs by actual service and has testimonials certifying to his many deeds of gallautry, of which he surely has reason to be proud.