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Local Dots. - We noticed a little bear on Centre street yesterday.

Charles Boyer swings the gate at the depot to the entire satisfaction of the traveling public.

The bank in front of the German Catholic Church, Mahantongo street, is receiving a layer of sodding. This will be a great improvement.

Who had that lace handkerchief in the alley?

Yesterday was unexpectedly cool, and correspondingly pleasant.

The boys will be playing Indian for weeks now.

One of the Indians took an umbrella to Minersville with him.

The Eureka Band played well yesterday. This was the universal verdict.

The Indians we all saw yesterday are not allowed to partake of "fire-water" at all.

The Chief, the one dressed in the tan clothes, can speak a little English.

Buffalo Bill can sing "Down in a coal mine."

A Minersville man, looking at Buffalo Bill, said, "I never saw an Indian with a moustache before."

When the train arrived at Minersville with the Indians, a man was standing in a door-way throwing his insides out. No comment by Indians.

Singular fact- there is a physician in town the pronunciation of whose name as it appears on his shingle, is very similar to the pronunciation of the letters J. K. L.

Michael Mullich, who was injured at the depot, lost his father about five years ago at Palo Alto. An engine [word?] over him.

Bishop Wood will not perform confirmation ceremonies in the German Catholic church, on Mahantongo street, until October next.

Texas Jack's real name is J.B. Omolundro. His rank when he was on the plains was that of Major.

Buffalo Bill is of an inquiring disposition, and wants to know everything.

Ned Buntline don't ask so many questions. He knows everything already.

Four Sehuylkill Haven sports drove a black cow up to Pottsville last evening. They were determined to get here to see Buffalo Bill.

The Shoemakersville Band have a new uniform

A man was knocked down on Centre street, in Morris' Addition, about 11.30 o'clcok, Thursday night. Who he was, or why he was knocked, we did not learn.

Business houses closed in Schuylkill Haven yesterday at 12 o'clock.

Chief Burgess Fox's proclamation was generally observed yesterday.

That long black hair of the Indians is dead hair. When they started east, they cut their hair off, but they brought it with them.

Two of the Indians are Tingas, one is a Delaware, and the others regular Pawnees. They are all incorporated in the Pawnee tribe.

Pottsville John and Texas Jack walked arm in arm in Minersville. We didn't notice anybody weep at the sight.

A child whose name we did not learn, was bitten by a dog near Yuengling's brewery, yesterday, as the procession was returning fomr the Presbyterian cemetery.

There was a fight last night in the cellar under the Merchants' Hotel. We did not learn the particulars.

The cars were run to Minersville last night after the performance at Union Hall.

The audience departed from Union Hall trying to imitate the war whoop of the Pawnees. With great success too.

Buffalo Bill displayed his strength in taking the Indian in one hand and hugging him

Indian Raid on Minersville.-Yesterday, through the keen business management of Mr. L. E. Whitney, an Indian raid upon MInerville was planned and successfully carried out boring borough perceive with their own visual organs that the Pawnees were real live Indians, and no fraudulent cooked up P. T. Barnum frauds. Promptly at 3.30 o'clock the seven aborigines, dressed in all their accustomed toggery, with their war paint on, their long hair dangling down their shoulders, and their feathers on their heads, took a special car and started for the depot of the People's Railway. No sooner did the news spread, than all the boys in creation, so it appeared, came rushing after the cars, shouting and hooting and making those unexpected comments that can come only from boys. People all along the route up Market street came to their doors to see the rare birds. As one little bare-footed gamin running alongside the car remarked, "the Indians liked that," seeming to enjoy the senstation they created at the depot before the train started a regular hooting mob assembled, and a great deal of merriment was cansed by the rapidity and fearfulness with which that mob scattered when one of the Pawnees made as if he would come out of the car and scalp the crowd. One little fellow started off on a dead run and didn't stop or look back till he had got over at least 100 yards of ground. When the cars reached Minersville the word seemed immediately to reach every crook and cranny, that the Indians were come, and on the instant a crowd gathered to see the fun. Constable Karcher was put in charge of the Indians, and after giving them a lemonade apiece, conducted them up and down the main street, causing the girls and ladies [to?] do some lively hopping around and screaming. Various were the comments made upon the appearance of the strange fellows, and [many?] the guesses as to which was what and who was the tother. After setting Minersville in a perfect uproar, the party took the cars and returned, being greeted at the Pottsville end of the line by the same crowd of yelling boys, who escorted the car to Centre street.

Prairie Scouts.

If there was needed any evidence of the drawing capacity of the Prairie Scouts, The packed Opera House Saturday evening would satisfy the most incredulous. the dress circle and parquette were well filled, and the gallery presented a sea of heads. The first piece went off in a very spirited manner, introducing BESSIE SUDLOW. G. C. DAVENPORT, and Mr. WENTWORTH in characters particularly pleasing and adapted to each, they carrying the audience with them throughout, eliciting frequent and hearty applause. The greater demonstrations however were reserved for the most sensational of all sensation plays the "Prairie Scouts." From the rising of the curtain on the first act to its going down on the last, the various scenes were watched with intense interest, and at the crowning point of some thrilling situation the applause was deafening. There is much good acting in the play where the parts require it. But if all the characters were taken by professional artists it would in a great measure destroy the naturalness and mar the effect of the play. Border life is not supposed to be very refining or attractive to cultivated tastes, and the more natural it can be presented, the better idea is obtained of its real character. There can possibly be none more capable of representing to the life all the varied scenes of border life, as these whose lives have been spent as brave and active participants in its perils and dangers. They do not pretend to be actors, i. e. "Buffalo Bill" or "Texas Jack," they simply present to the view of an audience scenes in actual border life, similar to those through which they themselves have passed. It requires no stretch of the imagination. the real personages are before us. with their wonderful coolness, great courage, marvelous strength and powers of endurance. Finer specimens of physical manhood are seldom seen than those presented in the persons of Hon. WM. F. CODY, "Buffalo Bill," and J. B. OMOHUNDRO, "Texas Jack." The name of NED BUNTLINE is so well known he needs no introduction; people were anxious to see the great writer, and hear him speak. In the Prairie Scouts he makes Temperance one great point in the drama, and his speech to one who is adicted to the vice of intemperance is one of the most eloquent appeals we have ever listened to. It was received with tremendous applause. BESSIE LUDLOW as "Dove Eye" and Senorita ELOE CARFANO fully sustained the reputation that had preceded them and added greatly to the success of the play. DAVENPORT and FLETCHER were perfectly irresistable and kept the audience in the best of humor throughout. The same programme will be presented this evening. Those who saw it Saturday evening need no urging to attend; those who did not will miss seeing one of the greatest sensations of the day if they do not go to-night. The seven Indians accompanying the party perform their parts, it is said, true to life (except the real killing of course,) We haven't been on the border to see, but if that is the way they perform we don't know as we care about going. We rather see it at the Opera House. Ugh! Big Injun.

IN these days when the Indians of the West are dancing war dances and scalp dances and uniting in a war against the pale faces, it seems very strange to have the genuine red man going through the pantomime of war upon the stage. But here they are. The noble savage, with his feathers and his war paint is on the boards of the Holliday Street Theatre, and is doing the jumping, tearing, howling savage, with an abandon, and an enjoyment that inspires the pitt with a desire to empty their six shooters in that direction. The untutored mind of Lo, seems to take very well to dramatic representations. It is in fact born in him. His war dances, his pipes of peace, [his?] death songs, his pow-wows are all more or less dramatic shows, and can be gotten up on any occasion. It requires but little change to make them highly effective behind the foot-lights. Upon receiving a death wound from the devastating barrel of "Buffalo Bill," or "Texas Jack," some of the Pawnees leap up in the air, and fall in a death spasm, highly picturesque, and wholly beyond the imitation of the "supe" of the palefaces. They have no doubt seen the real thing.

This bringing of the noble red man from his native wilds to play "injun parts," marks the strong realism of the modern stage. It is like the playing of the great moral drama, of the "Drunkard," or "The Fallen Saved," with a real drunkard. But after all it is pleasanter to see Lo dancing a mimic scalp dance, than to imagine him with a dripping hatchet and scalping knife, doing the real thing.

A Stick With a History.

While passing down College street a few days since, our attention was attracted in front of Kirby's, by a description given by Wild Bill, to a number of curious parties he had collected around him, of a unique little walking stick he carries with him. The particulars of which are very striking. The stick is a small reed like affair, with a number of small hooks at the upper and seemingly designed for resting places for each of the fingers of a man's hand, while immediately in the center is a small round ball admirably adapted to the hollow of the hand. The history of the stick as related by the happy possessor of it is about as follows:

Mr. Stanley in his search for Dr. Livingston through the jungles of Africa found it, with two others of the same king, being the only ones of the kind ever discovered. They grow on a solid rock near the surface of the ground with a slight indenture in the rock forming the round place above discribed and the sprangling roots in the place of penetrating into the ground grow upward. The abrub grows about three feet high, the exact length for a gentleman's walkingstick and the most singular feature is that a beautiful metalic substance forms a neat and taseful ferule. The shrub is pulled up by the root and the bottom of it is used for the top of the cane, hence the round ball and hooks above describedd. Mr. Stanley presented two of these rare natural productions to her majesty Qheen Victoria, of England and kept the other himself. Her Royal Highness being attracted by the fine appearance of Mr. Smith, "Wild Bill" during his late visit to her highness forwarded this to his excellecy, President Grant with a request that it be presented to its present owner who values it very highly and takes great pains in giving its history, more in detail than we have space to do in this article. He may be found any day at Kirby's where the stick may be seen.

THE SCOUTS OF THE PRAIRIE.
The Opera house was crowded last night to see Ned Buntline's drama entitled the "Prairie Scouts," and doutbless to see Ned and the he roes of his celebrated romances in the New York "Weekly." The drama was preceded by the "operatta" "Jenny Lina at Last," in which Miss Bessie Sudlow gives evidence of her wonderful versatility as "Jenny Leatherlung." Miss Sudlow is a charming comedienne, and a pleasing vocalist, and plays her part with vim and perfect self-possession. Mr. Davenport as "Granby Gag" was very amusing. The great attraction, however, was centered in the picture of border life with its prairie scouts, and when the curtain rose on the first scene and Ned Buntline entered as "Cale Durg," the trapper, he was greeted with a perfect torrent of applause, which was repeated again and again on the entrance of Hon. Wm. F. Cody (Buffalo Bill) and J. B. Omohundro (Texas Jack), both of whose appearance justify the pen pictures given of them by the novelist. Mr. Davenport, as "Phelim O'Lauyherty," was the best cast that could have been made of that character. Though we think his devotion to whisky is somewhat overdrawn, when in the most imminent peril he seems more anxious to "wet his whistle" than to save his scalp. Senorita Carfano as "Hazel-Eye" looks acts and talks to advantage. Her physique and Spanish eyes eminently fit her for the part of the heroine which she represents; and Miss Sudlow, as "Dove-Eye," is bewitching and plays her part with excellent skills. Wolf Slayer, Big Eagle and Carl Pretzel are also worthy of commendation, Ned Butline (Col. Judson) as "Cale Durg" is a splendid character, and his advice to "Phelim" on the subject of temperance brings down the house every time. We would remark, however, that his opening speech is just a little too long and bordering on the tiresome. The pierce itself may be classed as an extravaganza, rather than a drama. It abounds in thrilling situations, rich and eloquent language, and beautiful tableaux; yet it lacks somewhat in connection. This, however, is of little consequence, and those who wish to see a true picture of border life would do well to visit the Opera house tonight.

HOW WILD BILL DIED.
A private letter from Salina, Kansas, gives this somewhat new account of the killing of Wild Bill.
"You have probably read in the newspapers about the killing of Wm. Hickox, better known as Wild Bill all through this upper country; and as I happened to be at Salina when the shooting came off, I will give you my version of it. Wild Bill was a tall, good-looking fellow, and let his hair grow way down over his shoulders. Some time ago he was appointed a United States deputy marshal for Kansas, and since then he was accustomed to put on a heap of airs. Every few weeks he would take a run down to Kansas City, and air himself and his long hair at the theaters, to the great admiration of the negro boot-blacks and free-chowder men. All that was needed for him to complete his fame was for Ned Buntline to ahve come along and made a lion of him in the New York illustrated papers as he did of Buffalo Bill. As for knowing the country thoroughly, I have it from old settlers that it was not so; that he knew scarcely anything about the country, with the exception of a small section around the Kansas Pacific. He obtained his reputation as a great fighting man by several persons, some of whom were drunk, firing at him and missing him, when he shot them or course. He had killed several men in this way in self-defence, and then began to keep up him name as a great fighter. He commenced holding his levees at the most prominent saloons in towns along the line, and usually had around him a staff of roughs, who acknowledged him as their leader. The name of Wild Bill would be spoken of with great respect along that line for several hundred miles, without one was in a car of the K. P., moving through the country at a rapid rate. But it was over the Texas cow-boys that Wild Bill liked to ride a high horse. He held to the scriptural injunction, 'Heal thyself,' and he always was 'heeled,' you bet. But he made on mistake. He killed several Texans, but at last he killed one Texan too many. That man had a brother, and when that brother heard of his death, he started from Texas in a hurry, for he said he had important business in Kansas. On arriving at Salina he inquired where Mr. Hickox, United States marshal, might be found, and was directed to a saloon where Wild Bill was holding one of his levees. Tying his horse at the door, the Texan went in the saloon and inquired for Mr. William Hickox. He was pointed out to him. He then walked up in front of him and asked him if his name was Hickox, William Hickox. The answer was yes. 'You're Wild Bill, are you? 'Yes,' said Bill, 'Then I want you,' said Texas, and drawing a six shooter, he fired before Bill, (who was also remarkably quick for the ante and [word] excellent shot,) could get his pistol up.

Wild Bill fell dead with a ball through his brain. The Texan cocked another barrel of his pistol, and standing over the corpse invited any one that did not like his style to pitch in. But nobody appeared, in the face of that six shooter, to have the slightest disposition to interfere. And so after waiting a full minute, the Texan resumed, 'My time is scarce and I must be going. I have business to look after in Texas.' And he backed towards the door, mounted his horse and rode off in the darkness. As there have been several accounts published of this affair, and as the most of them are erroneous, I thought I would write and tell you how Wild Bill passed in his checks."