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NED BUNTLINE’S “Scouts of the Prairie" was produced at the Arch-street Theatre, Philadelphia, for the first time in that city on the evening of the 21st of April, and proved successful in attracting during the past week the largest audiences of the season at that theatre. Buffalo Bill, Texas Jack, Ned Buntline, Mlle. Morlacchi, Shirley H. France and George C. Davenport sustained the principal characters, and Miss Bessie Sudlow was a pleasing Jenny Lind in the farce of that name, which served as a prelude to the drama. The party closed April 26, but purpose returning in a few weeks, for another brief season.
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death, and in fact killed 'em in every way you can think of, except talking fem to death and when I want to try that style I will send for you-hey! Cap.?"
Your correspondent was obliged to check the rising smile on the countenances of William and Jack, by offering as a substitute another kind-one that is moist, and easy to take when unmuzzled gradually from the mouth of a bottle. This proceeding having been attended to, I said: “Mr. Cody, feeling certain, as you do, that you could wipe out this band of Modocs in a short time, why don't you offer your services to the government and take a band in their extermination?”
"Jack and I was talking that very thing over when you came in," replied Bill, “ I told him that just as soon as our engagements was all filled on the stage we would csalt down our 'suids' somewhere, procure an outfit, and take a ran out to the lava beds and sce if we couldn't get enough Indian hair to stuff a rocking-chair for the old woman."I asked, "Oh, not many; we have played New York until we forced Edwin Booth to go West: He said it would not do for him to try to back against us, and he was right. My idea (said William) is to go to New York next winter, and show the play-goers what real acting is. I propose to
RUN BOOTH AND FECHTER INTO NEW JERSEY by playing Shakespeare right, through, from beginning to end, with Ned Buntline and Texas Jack to support me I shall do Hamlet in a buckskin suit, and when my father's ghost appears, "doomed Tor a certain time, &c., I shall say to Jack, “Rope the cuss in, Jack!” and unless the lasso breaks, the ghost will have to come. As Richard the Third I shall fight with pistols and hunting-knives. In Romeo and Juliet I shall put a half-breed squaw on the balcony, and make various other interpretation of Shakespeare's words to suit myself."
“But about this Indian, business, Bill would you take the contract so exterminate the it you were well paid for your services."
“I Don’t care much about the pay,” replied Bill, but after we get through with the lemtimste
INDIAN DRAMA,
If the government will call, In every soldier, mule driver and peace commissioner within a hundred miles of the lava beds, Jack and I - who need a little recreation-will take a scout around that section, and if 'clean em out is the orders, we won't leave a pappoose a week old."
I suggested that the two borderers better get up a company of frontier settlers and hunters to join them, but Bill laughed at the idea, and said it was "harder work to kill and drag of twenty Indians on the stage every night than to perform the same job in real earnest" I then left the two actors and hunters, confident that they would settle Captain Jack's breakfast, it they get out to do it. RICHMOND.
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BUFFALO BILL'S PLAN.
What the Great Actor and Buffalo Slayer Thinks of the Modocs.
He and Texas Jack will Clean the Reds Out With Neatness and Dispatch.
[Correspondence St. Louis Democrat.] PHILADELEHIA April 29.
Walking down Chestnut street, last evening, musing upon the Quaker City and its peculiarities, its Quaker hats and the Centennial to come with Quaker guns and Indian Commissioners, I was startled by the appearance before me of two noted Western. characters, namely, "Buffalo Bill" and “ Texas jack!” who have recently closed a very successful butchering engagement here at one of the theaters. As most of your readers are familiar with these two men. I will not attempt any description of their dress or manner, which was much the same as when they were “staring” it at the Grand opera-house in St. Louis, save that the always ruddy countenances of each seemed still more so, and there was a display of ornaments in the jewelry line that show money had not been scared with two worthies. Ascertaining at which hotel these knight of the
MOCCASIN & BUSKIN
sojourned , I sent up my card requesting and interview, and which read as folllow:
This style of card at $2.00 per hundred Discount to the Trade. Not transferable If not accepted please return to the undersigned as never carries a large stock. J. NOEL DE SNOOLS, Perambulating Laar and Moral I mizer. Cash paid for facts or interesting fiction
The bell boy returned in a few minutes bearing a sadly-worn three spot of clubs, upon which was written in bold but not perfect hand. Pass bearer to Buffler Bill’s room. That's the kind of a man I am. WM. H. CODY Alias Buffalo Bill.
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Cash paid for facts or interesting fiction.
The bell boy returned in a few minutes bearing a sadly-worn three spot of clubs, upon which was written in bold but not perfect hand.
Peass bearer to Buffalo Bill's room. That's the kind of a man I am. WM. H. CODY Alias Buffalo Bill
I followed the young tray-bearer, nad soon found myself IN BILL'S ROOM It may not be generally known, therefore I will state that, for a frontiersman - man who has slept on "God's greater per-rerie, with nought above him bit the star speckled bed quilt of heaven (see Cale Durg's soliloquy), and a buffalo chip for a pillow - "Bison William" and his friend "Texas Jack" now put on more style than a cheap dry goods clerk at Long Beach, and if there are any comforts and luxuries in the market that these Indian -slayers do not enjoy, it is because the sellers do not advertise and the two latter do not see them, the apartment of the buffalo hunters was handsomely furnished, and luxurious - looking easy chairs and sofas invited one to rest on every side. I found Bill and Jack sitting cross legged on the floor, the former smoking a thirty-five cent cigar, and the latter polishing his meerschaum pipe on the tail of his buckskin hunting shirt. "Glad to see ye, Cap." Said Billiam; "will you have one of them invalids chairs or squat on your haunches like a white man?" I expressed my intention of doing as buffaloes do, when with them or their namesake, and so sat down, tailor-fashion, after shaking hand with "Texas jack". After a few moments of introductory conversation, during which Bill told me he received $1,000 a night for slaughtering the King's English, where he once made but $1,000 a year by hunting buffaloes. I began my interview by asking abruptly
WHAT BILL THOUGHT OF THE MODOCS.
"Well Cap (said the man who has shed the blood of more Indians on the stage than any other individual living), I haven't thought much about 'em, but I hear a beep of talk around the country since Capt.Jack lifted the hair of the commissioners and Gen. Canby. I'm surprised, I am, that the government doesn't clean 'em out forthwith."
"But," I remarked, "you must remember that these Modocs are in a natural cave or fortress where the soldier cannot reach them without great trouble."
"Reach H -1" profanely interrupted Jack and Bill at the same instant. "Give me Old 'Nancy Ann,' my breech loader there, and let Jack have a lasso and scalping-knife, and I'll bet every cent I own we can clean out every bloody red son-of-a-corkscrew of 'em inside of thirty days, and do our own scouting and cooking."
"You have shot Indians then, before on your life?" I asked.
"You can bet your life I have" replied William,
"I have a shot and stabbed 'em, cut their bowels out with my knife, harpooned 'em, clubbed 'em to death, in fact...
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Indians in Baltimore. -The seven Pawnee Indians whom Colonel Judson and Buffalo Bill have in their train roamed loosed around the streets of the city yesterday, and created a good deal of sensation not unmixed with alarm. Nervous old ladies, timid elderly gentlemen, young maidens with palpitating hearts in their bosoms, and small boys who had scared themselves at night reading dime novels by the light of surreptitions candles, looked at them distrustfully, and breathed freer after they had passed. they were fully clad in their native costumes, with the exception of dirt. The reason why land is so poor in the Indian country is that they carry so much arable soil around on their persons. Colonel Judson originally left the plains with forty, but half of them caught their deaths of the cold when they were introduced to civilization and a bath tub. Those who are left. however, rather admire life in the East. Hotel cocktails they consider superior to the needle-gun whiskey of the Indian traders, and their stomachs are toning down to an appreciation of the difference between roast dog and stewed terrapin . Hotle keepers who only charge them four dollars a day are bankrupted before the week is out, and they have to keep a close watch over them to prevent them from eating more than six meals a day. Gimsmith, the chief of the lot, gathered up a chicken salad in both hands yesterday, and lapped it up at his leisure, whilst others would insist on drinking their soup. When a waiter brought a young pig, roasted whole, on the table they refused to touch it and looked at him reproachfully in the implicit belief that he had been plundering a settler. Passing up Baltimore street, they stopped at a hair dresser;s window and remarked: "Ugh! big chief, much scalps!" Futher on their attention was attracted by a stuffed bear in front of a furrier's store, and one of them drew up his rifle and sent a bullet crashing into it. Probably the phenomenon of its invulnerability will distract the soul to that Pawnee for many a day. They were not in very good spirit yesterday. They had just heard of the sudden decease of Shack.nasty Jim, of the Modocs, in his little lava bed, and were disposed to be a little mournful about it. The virtues of the decease had endeared him to them, and they resentedhis sudden taking off through the medium of the explosion of a mortar shell in the vicinity of his diaphragm.