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Indians, but had no doubt that they c
ould make things lively if they once got
up there.

The conversation dragging somewhat,
all needed information having been obtained,
the Captain disclosed his various
treasures, and the reporter soon after left
without having been able to see Buffalo
Bill.

A second attempt to see this renowned
scout was made towards noon, when he
was espied leaning on the clerk's desk
at the Golden Eagle Hotel. Tall, broad
shouldered, a chest like an ox, a magnificent
head, powerful limbs and searching
eyes he seemed, as he negligently leaned
against the counter, the very bean ideal
of manly strength and grace. Another
self introduction took place, and

BUFFALO BILL

Turned smilingly around to view his
questioner. From quarters considered
reliable, it had been gleaned that Mr.
Cody had telegraphed last night to Gen.
Phil. Sheridan, asking him for a position
as scout in Idaho. He, too, is restless
and ill at ease, and longs once more for
his old life upon the plains. He is satiated
with the mimic drama, and longs for
the wild life which has been his pleasure
and enjoyment for many a year. In response
to questions the noted scout answered
that he wasn't "one of those fellows
who go off half cock," and that he
did not intend to do anything in the
matter until he first saw which way the
land lay. He would like to go to Idaho,
and he wouldn't, and had been debating
within himself for some days whether he
should telegraph to Sheridan or not. In
any event he intended for the present to

LEAVE THE STAGE,

And if the prairies and hills along the
Salmon river would not see him, he
would retire to his rancho in Nebraska,
where he spent the happiest days of his
life. He said nothing about the Black
Hills; only left two alternatives-Idaho
or Nebraska.

His appearance and manners were not
so marked as those of his chum. He appeared
more cool and noncahalant, while
his friend and fellow scout was restless
and fidgety, and appeared to be burning
with a fierce desire to be off as quick as
possible. There is no doubt that he is as
desirous for action as the other, but he is
not so headstrong as the younger and
more hot blooded Captain Jack.

The dramatic season of the two scouts
closes next week at Virginia City, and,
whether the turbid waves of the Salmon,
the rocky fastnesses of the Black Hills
or the large rancho in Nebraska be the
magnet which is to guide either, civilized
society will soon lose them both, the
mimic drama will give way to the life
they love, and the applause of fashionable
audiences to the admiration of kindred
spirits.

[Indians?], [but?] [had?] no doubt that they could make things lively if they once got up there.

The conversation dragging somewhat, all needed information having been obtained, the Captain disclosed his various treasures, and the reporter soon after left without having been able to see Buffalo Bill.

A second attempt to see this renowned scout was made towards noon, when he was [espied?] leaning on the clerk's desk at the Golden Eagle Hotel. Tall, broad shouldered, a chest like an ox, a magnificent head, powerful limbs and searching eyes he seemed, as he negligently leaned against the counter, the very bean ideal of manly strength and grace. Another self introduction took place, and

BUFFALO BILL

Turned smilingly around to view his questioner. From quarters considered reliable, it had been gleaned that Mr. Cody had telegraphed last night to Gen. Phil. Sheridan, asking him for a position as scout in Idaho. He, too, is restless and ill at ease, and longs once more for his old life upon the plains. He is satiated with the mimic drama, and longs for the wild life which has been his pleasure and enjoyment for many a year. In response to questions the noted scout answered that he wasn't "one of those fellows who go off half cock," and that he did not intend to do anything in the matter until he first saw which way the land lay. He would like to go to Idaho, and he wouldn't, and had been debating within himself for some days whether he should telegraph to Sheridan or not. In any event he intended for the present to

LEAVE THE STAGE,

And if the prairies and hills along the Salmon river would not see him, he would retire to his rancho in Nebraska, where he spent the happiest days of his life. He said nothing about the Black Hills; only left two alternatives-Idaho or Nebraska.

His appearance and manners were not so marked as those of his chum. He appeared more cool and noncahalant, while his friend and fellow scout was restless and fidgety, and appeared to be burning with a fierce desire to be off as quick as possible. There is no doubt that he is as desirous for action as the other, but he is not so headstrong as the younger and more hot blooded Captain Jack.

The dramatic season of the two scouts closes next week at Virginia City, and, whether the turbid waves of the Salmon, the rocky fastnesses of the Black Hills or the large rancho in Nebraska be the magnet which is to guide either, civilized society will soon lose them both, the mimic drama will give way to the life they love, and the applause of fashionable audiences to the admiration of kindred spirits.