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We have revealed in gore during
the week just closed. This sanguinary treat was
afforded us through the kindness of Messrs. Buffalo
William, Texas John, and their wild and untutored
sons of the forest. Those who cry for vengeance on
the illicit killers in the Tombs, and pant for the blood
of manslayers, should visit Niblo's Garden, and witness
the soul stirring scenes of carnage presented by
Mr. Edward Buntline's society drama of "The Scouts
of the Prairie." We don't know when we have been
so delighted. The stage is filled with the deservedly
dead and dying from the rising of the curtain until
the going down of the same. Swift retribution
overtakes the brutal red devils in every act,
and the scalping knife of the palefaces causes
decline in the store price of black hair. There
is something so refreshing, so inspiring in scenes
like those presented in "The Scouts" that we long to
see other writers follow in the path so boldly laid out
by Mr. Buntline. and give us more of such domestic
dramas of real life. In the midst of fire, and smoke,
and death, and desolation, Mr. Buntline encompasses
the attention of a son of the green isle of Erin, and
into his unwilling ears he pours a real lecture on temperance,
which puts brother Gough's nose out of joint.
But we have no more space to devote to this Indian
story. Go to Niblo's, while it is yet time. Go early.
Take some other hard-drinker with you. "O-oo!" We
have said...