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Buffalo Bill, writing to an old friend in Nebraska, says: "I still wear the same sized hat and when I make my pile I am coming back to visit all the old boys. If you meet any of them tell them I ain't got the big head worth a cent. I am over here for 'dust.'" Lots of fel-lows who go to Europe have not half as much sense.
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LIFE IN THE SADDLE.
SOMETHING ABOUT THE WAY PEOPLE RIDE.
Horseback Exercise Almost a Thing of the Past in the East and North, While It is Still Very Common in the South and West. If you are an eastern man you will be surprised, should you make a trip west or south, by the number of men and women you will see on horseback. If you reside south or west, and you travel north or east, you will be struck by the fact that few people are to be seen in the saddle. And when you have taken note of the facts you will ask "Why?" The answer to your short question is a complex one.
QUITE ENGLISH, YOU KNOW. In the east the country roads are everywhere fitted for the light buggy. One can drive to town or to church and run less chance of spoiling his Sunday clothes than if he rode. The young lover can sit close beside his sweetheart in a buggy, and he can't if they go horseback. There is much more enthusiasm over trotting matches than running races in the east, and horses are, therefore, bred for their driving and not their running qualities. Those who want the exercise of riding say that the bicycle is a better steed than the horse-that he is safer, doesn't cost so much and doesn't eat anything. In the west and south there are many bridle paths where one could not drive in a buggy. Running is the favorite method of speeding horses. The bicycle is still something of a novelty.
WESTERN STYLE. But there is some horseback riding east, and there are plenty of buggies south and west. And while riding is perhaps slowly but none the less certainly decreasing west and south, it is as surely coming into favor again in the east. But it is only the well to do-in the cities, the wealthy-who can afford horseback exercise east. A poor man in an eastern city who would keep a horse solely for saddle use would be bothered to find the wherewith to pay his butcher and his baker and his gas man. And if he keep a horse for business purposes he will drive him, of course, and a horse that is steadily driven is unfit to be ridden.
"It's English to ride," however, and so all swelldom in the cities rides. Hunt clubs are organized, and tame foxes are chased with bounds and horses. An eastern fox hunt isn't at all like a similar diversion in less commercial and less materially wealthy regions, though. There's never more than one fox, and it's a foregone conclusion that he will be caught; that is, providing he can be got to run; for the foxes that are chased in the east are pampered animals that are kept and fed for months previous to the "meet."
IN THE PARK.
The great fad among eastern swells who ride nowadays is the English method. It involves the rising in the saddle of the rider at every step of the horse. And if the rider can "show daylight" between himself and the horse he is considered "quite English." Whether the "English" rider is as graceful as his western brother is a question. And the anglomaniacs of New York and Boston have noted with alarm that just as they have learned to spring upon their toes at just the proper moment the Prince of Wales and his royal mother, and of course all the toadies of England, have fallen to admiring the western style of riding close to the horse practiced by Buffalo Bill and his Wild West troupe.
But we shouldn't cavil at horseback riding, no matter why the rider rides, for it's a glorious exercise, and there's no prettier picture in the world than a young gallant and his "faire ladye" out riding "in the park," that is, if they know how to ride.
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Buffalo Bill's Triumphs
According to a letter received from Buffalo Bill (Wm. F. Cody) by a friend in New Orleans, that distinguished American has achieved both financial and social success in England. With a frankness characterstic of his Western training, Mr Cody states that he has "captured England from the Queen down and is doing them to the tune of $10,000 a day." He confesses that it is pretty hard work with two and three performances a day and society racket, receptions, dinner, etc. No man, not even Grant, was received better than your humble servant." As a proof of this Mr.Cody days he has "dined with every one of the royalty from Albert Prince of Wales down." Ir is not to be wondered that these royal surroundings dazed Mr.Cody, causing him "to wonder if it is the same Bill Cody the bull-whacker" But with loyalty to old associations worthy of commendation, Mr.Cody concludes: "Well, I still wear the same sie hat and when I make my fill I a, coming back to visit all the old boys. If you meet any of them tell them I ain't got the big head worth a cent. I am over here for dust. Will be glad to hear fro, any of them."
