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AMUSEMENTS.
METROPOLITAN THEATER. FOUR NIGHTS And Saturday Matinee,
Commencing Wednesday Evening, June 20th, 1977
Two Renowned Historical Celebrities,
BUFFALO BILL! W. M. F. CODY Chief Scout for Generals Terry and Crooke, and
CAPTAIN JACK! (Captain J. CRAWFORD) the Poet Scout of the Plains both direct from their commands in the Black Hills, supported by a Powerful Dramatic Organization, Consisting of Twenty-five Ladies and Gentlemen, Splendid Scenery, Costumes and Effects
Wednesday Evening, June 20th, The realistic Western Drama, written especially for Buffalo Bill, entitled
LIFE ON THE BORDER!
Thursday Evening, June 21st,
THE RED RIGHT HAND Or, Buffalo Bill's first Scalp for Custer.
Friday Evening, June 22nd, the Great Border Drama,
SCOUT OF THE PLAINS!
SATURDAY MATINEE, LIFE ON THE BORDER!
Great Bill for Saturday night. Prices of admission Dress Circle and Orchestra, One Dollar, Gallery, Fifty Cents. No Extra Charge for Reserved Seats. Seats may be secured at Wiedman & Bromada's candy store, next to Theater.
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BUFFALO BILL AND CAPTAIN JACK.
These heroes of the Western wilds opened the Metropolitan Theater last evening to a very good house, rendering the thrilling sensational drama, "Life on the Border." They were supported by a superior troupe of artists, which included many of Sacramento's old favorites. All the characters were well sustained, and the play passed off very smoothly. It's starting denouements and striking tableaux were thoroughly appreciated by the audience who warmly applauded the points of the drama as they appeared. The troupe intends to remain only three nights more, and will produce the "Red Right Hand" before leaving. The same programme will occupy the boards this evening.
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THE TWO SCOUTS.
Buffalo Bill and Captain Jack Restless-Tired of Civilized Life and Desirous of a Position where they can Fight the Indians.
A rumor was being circulated through our streets last night that Buffalo Bill and Captain Jack had been called to the service of the Government in Idaho by official requisition. The statement, by reason of the excitement resting on the war with the redskins and the well-known character of the men in question, created great interest. Accordingly, as the clock told the hour of 8:30 this morning, a reporter of the BEE was immediately dispatched to the Golden Eagle to interview the noted scouts and ascertain the truth or falsity of the pervading rumor. Arrived at the hotel a person was seen standing at the door-a fine-looking young man with a face which would not seem remarkable for strength of purpose or energy were it not for two piercing eyes which sparkled with an expression betokening a nevertiring heart and a will of steel. Long hair, a la Joaquin Miller, floated down his shoulders, and a broad-brimmed, slouched hat covered his head. Some 5 feet 9 inches in height, straight as an arrow and seemingly possessed of an immense amount of vital force. A man who would stand by a friend through thick and thin, but, if expression be any criterion, would be as relentless as a blood hound on the path of an enemy. Pictures on the walls and in the stores had made the features familiar, and the reporter had no difficulty in recognizing Wild Bill's friend, and Buffalo Bill's chum, the noted
CAPT. JACK CRAWFORD,
The man who is famous throughout the Black Hills, and who killed three horses under him in riding from the scene of conflict to the nearest station, carrying dispatches for the New York Herald and beating all other couriers by five hours a feat for which he immediately received a check for $222 75.
The reporter approached, introduced himself, and after the usual commonplace expressions which follow a self introduction, he was invited into Captain Jack's room, and the duo started up stairs. Arrived there, business was at
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Wild Bill's friend, and Buffalo Bill's chum, the noted
CAPT. JACK CRAWFORD,
The man who is famous throughout the Black Hills, and who killed three horses under him in riding from the scene of conflict to the nearest station, carrying dispatches for the New York Herald and beating all other couriers by five hours a feat for which he immediately received a check for $222 75.
The reporter approached, introduced himself, and after the usual commonplace expressions which follow a self introduction, he was invited into Captain Jack's room, and the duo started up stairs. Arrived there, business was at once entered upon, and the Captain closely questioned concerning his future doings. In an affable, pleasant, and gentlemanly manner, showing that a life on the plains cannot wipe out native courtesy, Mr. Crawford responded From his words and actions the reporter was led to infer that he is restless, that he is satiated with the dull drama of life as enacted in cities, and that he longs to be back on the boundless prairie, where roam his kindred spirits and his chosen friends, and where he is.
IN HIS ELEMENT.
He first contradicted the common rumor that himself and Buffalo Bill have been "called by official requisition to the front," for they are not bound by any military orders, and can offer their services or refuse them as they see fit. The news from Idaho had incited a desire in him to be in the place for which Nature had fitted him, and he telegraphed last night to General McDowell, asking him for a position as scout where the conflict is being waged on the Salmon river. Late last night he received an answer signed "Kelton, Assistant Adjutant General," saying that application should be made to General Howard. Accordingly a telegram was sent to that official this morning, and no answer has yet been received.
The Captain said that if he did not receive an answer granting his petition, he intends to start.
FOR THE BLACK HILLS
Where, according to latest advices, the Indians have risen; where he knows every inch of country from boundary to boundary, and where he feels perfectly at home. He stated that neither himself nor Buffalo Bill knew much about the Salmon river country or the Nez Perces 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
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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.