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The thirst for “blood and thunder evinced
by juvenile readers of the ferocious Indian
literature, so bonntifully publiuhed of late seems
to be almost insatiate. One of these youths was
at the performance of Buffalo Bill and his tribe,
last night, and there displayed his predilection
for more of the sanguinary exhibition. After
the play had close with a striking tableau,
a portion of the audience showed an indisposition
to accept this grand finales the conclusion
of the drama, when the above-mentioned urchin,
remembering that one character at least, in the
play yet survived, took advantage of the awkward
situation by exclaiming: “Hold on; wait
till the show's through - Dutchy ain't dead yet.”