THE FRONTIER EXPRESS BUFFALO BILLS PICTORIAL COURIER
CIRCULATION, 1,000,000 JOURNAL OF FACTS. MOTTO--"TRUTH." VOL. XII. NO.95
History -- The Indian -- The American.
The origin of men and his distribution over the face of the earth forms one of the most fascinating subjects with which the scientist of this day has been called upon to deal. Ages have passed away and nations have thriven and decayed, but many of them have left indelible traces of their existence upon the surface of the globe, and from these can be traced the fascinating story of other ages and other peoples. The historical portions of the Holy Scriptures tell us of the creation of man in the Gaden of Eden was located in Asia Minor. Every trace that man has left points to the fact the race originated in that quarter of the globe. From thence he spread to the northeat into Northern Asia and south and west into Europe and Africa. With the restless spiritcommon to humanity he moved ever forward and onward, seeking always to explore those unknown lads beyond his horizon, looking always for better thins and anticipating ever lads of more genial clime, more toothsome dainties, more filled with gold and gems. Nations rose and fell, whole trives were lost and never reappeared, and yet, in the great scheme of creaion, they fulfilled their mission and passed away when it was ended. The face of the earth, too, was then, in some respecs, different. We know that where the Sargossa Sea, that mysterious sea of weeds in the South Atlantic now is, there once existed islands which are now sunk beneath the waves. These islands formed the basis of the charming Spanish legend of the Island of St. Brandin, but, more than that, they furnished a comparatively easy means of crossing fom the African coast to that of South America. Turning to the north, where ow is Behrin Straits, was a much narrower passage or waterway and from the Asiatic coast to North America was an easy journey. [Picture of Columbus.] And so we see the North African finding his way into South America followed in turn by the Egyptian, whom he called the Inca, and who introduced the arts and built houses and bridges and roads of perfectly Egyptian fashion and design and taught the art of mummyin the dead exactly as he did it on the banks of the Nile; thence he found his way, leaving traces behind him, up through Central America and into Mexico. Turning the other way, the Northern Asiatic Tartar crossed the Behring Straits and found his way into the great North American Continent and overran it o he eastward until the mighty waters of the Atlantic checked his footsteps, and southward to the great river, the Rio Grande, and here these two living streams of humaniy met once more, one having circled the globe from the east and the other from the west in the centuries that had elapsed since they were exiled from the Eden of Asia Minor. Differing conditions had worked great changes in the nature and habits of the people who wandered through the tropic heats and through the southlands, but the high courageand haughty spirit of the Tartar found nothing to check it or obliterate it, and never has to this day. The Aztec welcomed his Spanish conqueror and amalgamated with him until his integrity as a race was obliterated. Not so the Indian. He welcomed his new-found friends to his country, to his mighty continent, but when he found his new friends were avaricious and warlike, his manly nature asserted itself, and from that day to this it has been a war of extermination on the one hand and of a gallat struggle for existence on the other. Step by step the invader has driven him back, but inch by inch the Indian has defended his native soil. The contry from Massacusetts to Oregn is covered with the battlefields tha mark the struggle which has so lately ended. From the first shot fired within hail of Plymouth Rock to that grim conflict on the Little Big Horn, when Custer led his men to a charge more fatal than that of Balaklava, and that last sanguinary reply of Forsyth and the 7th Cavalry at wouded Knee, [Picture of Sittin Bull -- Killed Dec. 1890.] the Indian has remained true to his own conceptions of right, and to-day he is the only conquered nation which dictates terms to his conquerors and commands their respect. With him the Government makes treaties that ae respected even as those with foreign governments. He receives recognition to-day from the Government in the shape of clearly-defined commonweal, lad holdings, subsistence, etc. The question of right or wrong in the past treatment of the Indian it is no the province of this artcile to discuss, but it is most desirable to call attention to the fact that in this great histoical conflict, this sanguinary struggle for a continent, the Indian has stood and still stands alone. As a people they have been deimated; from millions they have been reduced to less than three hundred thousand, but they are unmiscegenated, pure blood runs in their proud veins and they sternly and sadly look forward to the fact that they are a fast-disappearing race. They have seen the buffalo, deer, elk and antelope vanish, even the birds fly away, and where the great waters lat upolluted they have seen great cities arise and many white-winged ships strain at their anchors. Yet no sign have they ever given that they have either sympathy with teir conquerors or any desire to share in his luxuries. The blue canopy of the heavens is as dear to the handful that remain as it was to their ancestors when it covered a might continent that was their own. The nature of the conflict has for the last hundred years restricted the association of the contestants in this great contest for the survival of the fittest. The millions of other races who have taken his place know little of him. The portals of the coutry flung wide open, civil and religious liberty guaranteed, and the people of the world flocked to these shores-- the blond, blue-eyed Norseman, the swarthy Italian and all the race between, found here a home, but they still know little of the people whose place they have taken. Other races who have lived and labored and loved have disappeared, and with them their lost arts. We grieve as we read that they were living in ages when this was inevitable. The civilization of to-day, which had its birth in this continent, has changed all this. We can now preserve the records of our time, even as with the genii steam we have annihilated space and as the electric spark has illuminated a night world. Of others we have only the traditions of their passing, and so great and so natural is our desire to know of them and their times, that we have uncovered the buried cities of Herculaneum ad Pompeii, invaded the tombs of the Pharaohs in the mighty pyramids, and set the obelisks of Cleopatra's reign upon the banks of Father Thames and by the waters of the mighty Hudson. It behooves use therefore to study carefully and guard religiously the history and the lives of this now fast-vanishing race. We now have for the first time in the world's annals an opportunity to observe the passing of people, even as the passing of Arthur is told in the Arturian legends. The Government to-day is treating the remnant of the Indian race in a spirit of amity, fairness and justice. The philantropists among our people are bringing him under te influence of a suitable educational system, and with the dawning of reason on his part there is ensuing the obliteration of the prejudices on his part which so long existed against the white man. The result of this is certain in a few years more to insure his absorption into the body politic, where he will fall easily and naturally into his place as a citizen, husand and father. Thee was not long since a great prejudice against the "squaw-man." as the whie husband of an Indian woman was called, but this prejudice, which was common to both whites and Indians, has now been so completely obliterated that it is rather the other way, and the "squaw-man" of to-day is, to the contrary, a great man, in that he is helping to abosrb the Indian into this great amalgamated nation, and give it its first strain of pure American blood. The opportunities of the present generation to see and study the Indian as he really is have been until now very limited. Except to those living on the frontier, his life has been a sealed ook, or judged by sensational and highly inaccurate literature. The real romance of his tented life, his daily maners and customs, his amusements, and, above all, his management of his best friend--his horse-- was never known to the world until Colonel Wm. F. Cody, his foe and friends, conceived and carried into effect his great Wild West Exhbition, which is truly American, and the greatest ethnological and historical exposition in the world's history. The basis of this exhibit, its foundation in fact, is the only real American-- the Indian. Its unique design and purpose have the highest educational value. It brings with the vividness of reality before the eye the rapidly vanishing panorama that tells with starling force the story of the redemption of a continent. No printed words can bring so vividly before the mind's eye every chapter of that marvelous story, which began with the landing of Miles Standish on Plymouth Rock, and ended with the Indian Encampment of Buffalo Bill at the gates of the World's Columbian Exhibition. Between those two dates there lies a world of thrilling romance, a history which is so proud it makes the veins to thrill. On a bleak and barren coast a handful of hardy men and devoted women in the dead of winter find an inhospitable refuge. The Indian holds out his hand in amity to his new found pale-faced friend. The year finds them, as it seems, giving thanks on a day of thanksgiving for the blessings of the year. Then the story leads on and tells how the restless energy of the white man drove him further and further into the wilderness to find the secrets held in he hear of the continent. It tells of Daniel Boone, who crossed over the great moutain-pass and came into the blue fields and beside the crystal streams of Kentucky. It follows the footsteps of Fremont, the gret pathfinder, as he pushed onward toward the setting sun, across vast plains, over the gigantic peaks of the Rockies, on, ever on, beyond the Garden of the Gods, in its majestic splendors, past the saline waters of the great inland sea of Utah, even to the portals of the Golden Gate and the placid bosom of the great western ocean. And here are preserved the types of the men whose restless onward march drove the aboriine step by step backward and still backward, who forced him to the foot-hills and beyond them. The men who drove him from the land of Massasoit to the land of the Dakotahs, and who never paused until standing on the golden sands of California, he strained his gaze, still eagerfor conquest, across the horizon of the mighty waters of the Pacific. Iron rails traverse the paths Fremont and Kit Carson trod not many years ago; the sound of the tramp of armed men echoes along he plains from which the buffalo has disappeared. The bright and vivid colors of that glorious picture are fading rapidly from the canvas, and but for Colonel Cody and his Wild West wold even now be lost behid the curtain of isolation and distance, and only their memory remain. But a few brief years more and the story of the Wild West will be as remote from our physical vision and as historical as Caesar's invasion of Britain. [In 1803 Louisiana belonged to the French. In 1801 St. Louis was a Spanish City. In 1806 Lieut. Zebulon Pike found the source of the Arkansaw and Pike's Peak. In 1820 Major Long discovered the headwaters of the Platte. In 1847 the Mormons crossed the Platte Valley as a highway to the unknown American Desert. In 1848 we acquired Texas and all lands north of Mexico, from Mississippi to the Pacific. Let the reader think how quickly the history of the West has been made--how facts eclipse in interest romance.]
The Scout--Men who Wore the Buckskins The true pioneer of American civilization was the Scout. He was the leader of its advanced guard. Upon him rested the responsibility of the lvies of his comrades, and he success of their mission. Verily he was a leader among men. As in every event in the history of the world when the situation demanded a certain type of man for its great emergencies, the man was always found to fill it. So it was with the "Buckskin" Scout, so called from his dress of that material. [Pictured Below: Gen. Washington] In the early days of the country every state and sectio had its scout, who was and is to-day a noted historical celebrity. Simon Kenton, Kit Carson, Jim Bridger, Daniel Boone, General Beale of the United States Army, who, with Kit Carson, traversed the continent, and brought the news of the capture of California to the authorities at Washington, Major Frank North, J. B. Hickock (Wild Bill), Alexis Goday, Jack Stillwell, Frank Gruard, Yellowstone Kelly, etc., are all well-known names. Many of the great and justly celebraed heroes of the Revolutionary War were trained to sustain well their great parts in that drama of freedome by their experiences as scouts on what was then itself the frontier. The warfare of this [Pictured Below: Gen. Fremont.] time was of the kind that produces scouts, and even down to the present time many of our army officers have been famed for the peculiar qualities and frontier lore necessary to the successful scout, notably Custer, Mills, Merrit, Crook, Carr, Captain Crawford (killed in Mexico), Captain Bourke, Capain Bullis, Major "Jack" Hayes, Lieut. Casey (killed at Pine Ridge 1891) and others. In Indian warfare the scout was always the most important factor for many reasons: He was dealing with a foe who had invented a system of warfare which was essentially his own. The basis of it was strategy, and tat of a kind which involved a keenness of vision, and even of scent. He tracked his foe or avoided him by trifles as small as a twisted leaf, or the crushing [Pictures Below: Gen. Sherman.] of a blade of grass. All of this wood lore of his the scout was compelled to learn, and then by applying his knowledge beat him at his own game. The Indian was a scout by nature and inheritance, the white scout had to dominate and offset that by his superior intelligence. Many of the celebrities of the Rebellion, also, were trained as scouts in the hard school of practical Indian warfare; a school in which they learned to acquire first of all self-reliance. The scout works alone, and this developed in a most [Continued on Page 2.] [Pictured Center: COL. W. F. COD--"BUFFALO BILL." FROM COL. DOGDE'S "THIRTY YEARS AMONG THE INDIANS."--Page 628] Gen. Richard irvin Dodge, Gen. Sherman's chief of staff, states in his "Thirty Years Among Our Wild Indians": "the success of every expedition against Indians depends, to a degree, on the skills, fidelity and intelligence of the men employed as scouts, for not only is the command habitually dependent on them for good routes and comfortable camps, but the officer in command must rely on them almost entirely for their knowledge of the position and movements of the enemy. "Therefore, besides mere personal bravery, a scout must possess the moral qualities associated wih a good captain of a ship--full of self-reliance in his own ability to meet and overcome any unlooked-for difficulties, be a thorough student of nature, a self-taught weather-prophet, a geologist by experience, an astronomer by necessity, a naturalist, and thoroughly educated in warfare, stratagems, trickery and skills of his implacable Indian foe. Because, in handling expeditions or leading troops, on him along depends correctness of destination, avoidance of dangers, protection against sudden storms, the finding of game, grass, wood and water, the lack of which, of course, is more fatal than the deadly bullet. In fact, more lives have been lost on the plains from incompetent guides than ever the Sioux or Pawnees destroyed. "Of ten men employed as scouts nine will prove to be worthless; of fifty so employed one many prove to be really valuable, but, though hundreds, even thousands, of men have been so employed by the Government since the war, the number of really remarkable men among them can be counted on the fingers. The services which these men are called on to perform are so important and valuable that the officer who benefits by them is sure to give the fullest credit, and men honored in official reports come to be great men on the frontier. Boone, Crockett, Bridger and others are historic characters. Fremont's reports made Kit Carson a renowed man. Custer immortalized California Joe. Miles, Merritt, Custer, Carr, and others made William F. Coy (Buffalo Bill) a plains celebrity "UNTIL TIME SHALL BE NO MORE." [Pictured Below: CONCORD, THURSDAY, JULY 4]
2 THE FRONTIER EXPRESS AND BUFFALO BILL'S PICTORIAL COURIER
THE FRONTIER EXPRESS Buffalo Bill Wild West Courier ------ Joh M. Burke, ...... Editor - W. H. Gardner, Circulating Manager ------- Published by the Buffalo Bill Wild West Company. Col. W. F. Cody, .... President Nate Salsbury ....... Vice President. --------
OUR MISSION [Pictured Left: Cowboy on Horse.] The pages of history contain no more brilliantly fascinating passages than those which recount the innumerable romantic and realistic incidens which marked the extension of the borders of civilization slowly, but steadily and surely, into the interior of this erstwhile dark continent. They are the chronicle of deeds of "derring doers!" more thrilling and desperate than any achieved by the doughty knights-errant famed in mediaeval warfare. Not only were those deeds noble and heroic, but they were performed in the face of unknown and therefore most appalling dangers. The New World was conquered by the personal heroism of braven men, who knew not fear, who bore no other talisman than their own courage and determination, and who had no genii of the Arabia Nights to smooth their pathway and succor them in the hour deadly peril. Into the dangerous mysteries of the primeval forests of the New World they boldly marched, wearing no enchanted armor but a dauntless spirit and aided by no magic but the power of incessant vigilance and ceaseless activity. And with that most marvelous result! Truly a miracle! from a wilderness of dark and tangled foress and vast expanses of trackless prairies has sprung a mighty and fruitful land, and from every mountain peak and across each fertail plain the reflected sun flashes the message to the world, "Behold us! yesertday an infant; to-day a giant, the mightiest, noblest and gradnest power for beneficient achievement that has ever been or ever will be evoked to bless mankind. And now the days are come when the romance and poetry of the history of that wondrous and mighty past are being effaced by the hand of material progress, and Buffalo Bill and his Great Wild West are all that remains to recall those pioneer days and keep green the memories of their methods, manners and achievments. The current issue of this journal, with its wealth of illustration, will give the reader in advance some idea of the magnitude of the organization and of its component parts ere its appearance on the scene. The features which make up this great educational exhibition are such that every man, woman and child should see it, for it is in every respect authentic and genuine. The unusually great number of pesons of widely diffeent race and nationality have not been gathered from among the cosmopolitan inhabitants of our own counry, but are actualy specimens gathered from every quarter of the globe; they are all genuine and exactly as represented. They come together here and form the greatest aggregation of human beings speaking different tongues than ever before assembled together since the confounding of tongues at the Tower of Babel. From the steppes of Russia to the burning pampas of South America, is a far cry, but they have each here their representative men. To secure this unparalleled result it has required the co-operation and official cognizance of nine great governments and their efficient assistance to enable the management to carry out in good faith the brilliant promises of their prospectus so completely fulfilled. In this age we see passing away rapidly all the signs and smbols of wild, adventurous pioneer life. The inventions of the past half century, the harnessing of steam and electricity as motive powers, are rapidly crowding out the horse and the horseman of the past, even as they have obliterated the buffalo from the plains, and are decimating the red man who hunted him. To-day the Indian is the most interesting figure of contemporaneous life. Pur thoughts and our literature are loaded down with speculationsas to the "coming man," but so much more the reason to study the Indian, who is the "going man." Patrick Henry said "we can only judge the future by the past," and so you must judge the Indian by the conditions under which he lived, just as the coming man will be judged by the light of his widely different environment. These are the last opportunities of seeing the Indian horseman, and to contrast him with the rough rides of the world. The cavalrymen of the United States and of European nations are all men actually from the military service of their various governments, who have been furloughed in order to assist in this great educational work. These, with the native horsemen of the East, the Arab and the Coassack, form an organization never before assembled since the creation of man. Col. Wm. F. Cody and Mr. Nae Salsbury, at great labor and expense, assembled them for the World's Columbian Exposition at Chicago and for New York in connection with the Wild West, the whole formin, with the American frontier pictures, the Indians, the cowboy and the scout, the most extraordinary and valuable entertainment ever attempted. Here are to be seen and studied by the intelligent all the primitive horsemen of celebrity who have been identified with the horse by the historian, the sculptor and the painter. The reader will admit that this varied assemblage of equestrians, identified as contestants for the honors of supremacy by the historian of each separate country, form a subject that is as valuable as an instructor as it is entertaining alike to young and old. No person, no matter what his years, can personally travel the world over and witness such a perfect ensemble from which may be judged to whom is due the laurel crown of centaur. The career of the Wild West, since its last tour in America, has been one long series of triumphs. Modesty forbids its managers to vaun its magnificence to the reader, and the bugle note of self-praise need not be sounded. But it is desired to impress the reader with its overwhelming success in all the capitals of Europe, and its culminating triumph at the World's Fair in Chicago. There, by the blue waters of Lake Michigan, it sat at the gates of that crowning triumph of man's art and skill without its lustre being dimmed. By the side of the great Dream City, which cost twenty millions of dollars, and who contents were underestimated to be valued at five-hundredd million, this proved the greatest attraction of them all and commanded an "exe quo" success. Can anything more be said of this marvelous organization, which now, by an extraordinary combination of capital, is enabled to travel through this country, "even as an army with banners?" A portable grand stand of prodigious dimensions; a city of tents; equine shelter for a cavalcade of horses; an army of men, and a commissary departmet as efficient as that of Napoleon III. before Sedan, are but par of the necessary equipment of his unparalleled organization. A portable and transitory electrict lighting plant of enormous power; this 250,000 candle-power light shines upon the most complete and perfect organization ever known, and enables it to fulfill its mission as the greatest instructor and entertainer of modern times. The result to the public, as to their interests, is guaranteed by the past career of Col. W. F. Cody (Buffalo Bill) and his partner, Mr. Nate Salsbury, whose business career has been marked by an integrity equal to his brilliancy, and by he fact that thee is associated with them, on this tour, Mr. James A. Bailey, the Doyen of he Managerial Titans of the last two decades, who successful areer and vast experience with the firm of Barnum & Bailey is wide-worldly known. The results to the public, which are insured by this combination, can hardly be overestimated. It can hardly be too strongly impressed upon the public that "The Wild West" is unlike any other entertainment ever offered, depending, as it does, upon its unique genuineness and the marked personalityof its leadin participants. When its remarkable historical features have passed away, it can never be duplicated. Dependent also upon their courtesies of governments, represented by their soldiers, it can never be again put together. A war in Europe would destroy its efficiency at once, and prevent its repetition; and the opportunity to see it, if once neglected, will never be afforded again. Every person, thereore, and particularly those of the younger generatio, who are in any way accessible to it, should not miss its benefits under any circumstances. For the reason it is unlike ordinary shows, that come again year after year, this entertainment can never in the nature of things have a replica. "It is of itself; in itself; and by itself!" It is the only great historical object lessons ever presented to any people, and as time passes, so will the mission of this passing study pass, and this marvelous historical drama vanish. With the disappearance from the scene of the living heores, who constitute its most intense interest and create its vivid realism, it will be numbered with the great monuments of the past. To-day it stands alone in the world's history-- it was never possible for it to exist before; it will never be possible for it to exist again. See it now, or it will always be numbered in the sad category of the wasted opportunities of our lives -- opportunities which come not back again. [Pictured Below: Horse standing in front of log cabin.] From the New York World, January 6, 1895. Great Managers Join Hands. - BARNUM & BAILEY AND THE WILD WEST FRIENDLY ALLIANCE -- WILL SHOW SEPARATELY THOUH -- TO START OUT NEXT SEASON BETTER EQUIPPED THAN EVER FOR GRAND EXHIBITIONS.
The negotiations pending between Messrs. Cody and Salsbury and ames A. Bailey (of Barnum & Bailey) have at last been signed, sealed and delivered. So many conflicting reports have been launched involving the "Wild West," Forepaugh's show and "The Great Show on Earth," that it is necessary to announce their relative position. They will in no way be connected with each other in any of their exhbition features. The "Wild West" retains "all rights, distinctiveness, name, fame and dignity" heretofore attained by it. It engages in no partnership other than the usual "sharing terms," which is one of the usual methods of the profession. No other combination with the circus has at any time been contemplated. Barnum & Bailey's "Greatest Show on Earth," which has in its own field attained unrivalled prominence, remains, as heretofore, solely under Mr. Bailey's management. In the amussement world Messrs. Barnum & Bailey have for years entertained the American public in one field, while the Wild West Congress of Rough Riders, under the name of Buffalo Bill and the management of Nate Salsbury, have interested and instructed two continents with an enterprise essentially different in character and purpose. the latter has shown to the world certain characteristics of American life and action that have never before been presented, carrying even into the cities of Europe, from London to Barcelona, an instructive, moving panorama, and wining plaudits for "Old Glory" under the very shadow of the tricolor and the Cross of St. George. The mutual respect which has been engendered by the merit and magnitude of these two grand exhibitions has bee marked for several years past by a professional and personal friendship between Messrs. Barnum and Bailey and Cody and Salsbury as close and as warm as it is unusual in the field of professional rivalry. The result has been that on consultation it has been found mutuall advisable and beneficial, in order to prevent clashing of daes, to combine the transportation facilities and attendant paraphernalia, including seating capacity, cars, wagons, electric lighting, draught horses and organized corps of experienced workmen and the mature experience of Mr. Bailey and his staff with the extraordinary exhibition familiar to the world under the title of Buffalo Bill's Wild West and Congress of Rough Riders of the World for a tour of the United States. The "Wild West" willbe given as a single, unique, ethnological, instructuve and entertaining exhbition, alone and in its entirety, twice daily, on the same scale as it has been given in London, Paris and the other capitals of Europe, and as it was presented at the World's Fair in Chicago and in New York City last season. It will, if possible, be augmented by additional attractions, all of which will be apropos of its realism, and in no way will verge upon the province of the circus. The production of the Wild West on the road will necessitate the use of three trains, comprising 52 double cars, 600 horses and 1,200 men. A canvas-covered grand stand, seating 12,000 people, in the form of a hollow square, entirely unlike the usual circus arena, will be a novel structure, desgined on an enourmous scale. There will be two portable electric light plants of 100,000 candle-power each, the camp equipage, wagons and all the various oter accoutrements of a vast outfit, forming an army unparalleled in its peculiar field, and making it the largest, most complete and gigantic enterprise known in the history of amusements. ----------- The reader is advised to peruse carefully the descriptive advertisement on PAGE 7 of this paper. Our columns are too small to contain all the interesting historic items that the subject ad our hero furnishes, as it would fill many volumes-- so the explanatory matter relative to the "Wild West" is confined to accurate pictorial displays, pages 4 and 5, article from New York papers, page 6, and announcement on page 7. ------------ The Scout -- Men who Wore the Bucksins. [Continued from Page 1.] extraordinary degree the grea virtue of independence of character. Personal courage was a sine qua non, danger was ever present, and he who wants a great scout was a brave man among brave men. Skill in woodcraft, quickness of eyesight, endurance, fleetness of foot, superb horsemanship-- in short none but the most intrepid braved the dangers and the sufferings incident to the life of a scout. George Washington, beginning life as a young surveyor, the duties of his profession in those days carrying him, with his theodolite and chains, into he trackless wilderness, possessing all the qualities enumerated above, soon became not only a surveyor but a pioneer and a practical scout. Here were laid all foundations for [Pictured Below: Daniel Boone.] his future greatness, and it was always a great pride to the scouts that from teir ranks arose the Father of His Country and the pioneer of popular government. I the wilderness he developed all that simplicity and greatness whih, with his unfaltering courage, carried him through the hardships, dangers and sufferings which founded the greatest nation on earth. Communing with nature in the solitude of the forst, he breathed the air of freedom until it became the very warp and woof of his being, and this was the first step which he took toward the presidency of a free people. As a scout he learned warfare, and showed his skill and courage as a scout and savior of he ill-fated Braddock Expedition. His ancestor, Col. John Washington, laid the foundation of the soldier trait in the family by his prominence in Indian warfare in Virginia. When the corrupt Colonial Governor Berkley, for cowardly and mercenary reasons, met not the requirements of the occasion-- a threatened Indian massacre-- there arose the "young and [Pictured Below: Indian.] gifted orator" and captain, Nathaniel Bacon, the most romantic figure of his time, whose success with his "men in buckskin" on the warpat caused the governor's jealousy to outlaw him, resulting in his driving Berkley to the eastern shore of the Chesapeake and made himself famous as a premature patriot who sought to throw of the abuses of government one hundred years before the time. His sickness and death cut short what history records as "Bacon's Rebellion." The grandfather of Abraham Lincoln was a compatriot of Boone, was killed by Indians, avenged by his son Mordecai (President Lincoln's uncle), who becae "an Indian-stalker" -- and the illustrious Lincoln himself was a cabin-born product of the prairie. The pages of New England's early history gleam with hrilling stories of its frontier heroes, from "the first real buckskin warrior of New Englad, Benjamin Church, who bea the savage at his own game by learning the art of skulking, the ambuscade, the surprise," until the doom of despair buried or drove westward the Mohawk's and Pequots. [Pictured Below: Kit Carson.] In the early days of Indian warfare, when the whites were but as handful and the Indians were countless, when the border line of civilization was but a comparatively short distanec from the sea-coast, the scout acted chiefly on the defensive. His was the mission to watch the wily red man, to guard against the sudden attack and surprise, and to lead the forces in their efforts to repel them; but as the years have rolled by and the conditions have changed, he bega to abandon the defensive and, as the advance guard of the superior force and race, to attack and hunt the red man in his turn. In the time of General Harney it become necessary to pass across the plains and open up the heart of this vast continent. It was imperative to open the trail from the Atlantic to the Pacific and thus foster the traffic and commercial future of the country. Then arose a new form of scou and scouting, in which shines brilliantly the names of Generals Sherman, Sheridan, Custer, Miles, Merritt, Carr, Crook, McKenzie, and other brave men among whom shoe conspiciously that child of the plains. Colonel William F. Cody (Buffalo Bill), as good an all-round plainsman as ever lived. The conditions, too, had changed. No longer the scout opposed a people armed with the bow and arrow and spear; these had become obsolete, as had the flint-lock musket of our Puritan Fathers, and hese deadly foes now confronted each other each equally well armed with the deadly repeating rifle and the merciless revolver. These were terrible weapons in the hands of a desperate foe. By this time (from 1860 to 1885) the Indian had reached the zenith of his capacity for doing harm. Realizing fully te hopelessness of the struggle with the white man, who was as the sands of the sea in number, he faced the problem of dying, but with his face to the foe, and leaving as many of his conquerers dead as his valor could annihilate. It was during these years that the mantle of his famous predecessors in history fell upon the worthy shoulders of Colonel Cody. The prominence into which he sprang, almost at one bound, would have been absolutely unattainable without the great natural and inherent qualities necessary to enable him to rise o the occassion. Under the eagle eye of the great generals who have been the principlal factors in contemporaneous history, like those already named, he found at once a field to put to good use his every strategic skill, knowledge of the habits and traits of the Indian. His previous training enabled him to meet cunning with cunning; craftiness [Pictured Below: Davy Crockett.] with craftiness; and when his patience, endurance and courage were combined with these he triumphed, for he was as the eagle to the fox. Christoper Columbus may perhaps not improperly be placed first among the great scouts, although he was ot one of the famous "men in buckskin" who came after him. His was the true spirit, however, of the scout and his the dauntless courage. His destiny led across the pathless waters and not across the trackless plain, but the pluck and perseverance with which he held upon his way, despite all obstacles and the entreaties of his discouraged sailors, show that he alone among them was of the true metal of which scouts were made. Although, as has een said, every settlement had its scout of local fame whose deeds are tradition, men deserving monuments, the name of Daniel Boone shines forth a sar of the first magnitude in the constellation. He is decribed as having been a man of medium height, with a peculiarly bright eye, and a robust and athletic frame. He possessed sagacity, judgement, intrepidity and withal gentleness of manner and a humane disposition. [Pictured Below: W. F. Cody, "Buffalo Bill."] The outer garment of these men, and one which has, with few changes, been perpetuated to this day, so well suited is it to its purpose, is described as follows: A loose, open frock or hunting shirt made of deerskin, beautifully dressed and tanned, long leggings of the same material, and moccasins upon the feet. The broad collar and the leg-seams were adorned with fringes of bright hue, a leather belt encircled the body, in which were worn a hatchet, ammunition pouches and a hunting knife. Accountred in such fashion, Boone penetrated the mountains from North Carolina, and on the seventh of June, 1769, from the top of an eminence near the Red River, saw the beautiful land of Kentucky, soon to be known as the "dark and bloody ground." Four years later Boone led a small party of settlers into this new country and amde a lodgment. The events of the succeeding years are part of the history of our country. Constant Indian warfare, the capture and recapture of their children, and the capture and escape of Boone himself, are among the most romantic and thrilling stories in the history of the New World. With the name of Daniel Boone will ever be associated in the pioneer annals that of his friend, Simon Kenton. At the age of sixteen he engaged in a rough-and-tumble fight with a rival in the affections of a neighbor's daughter, and thinking he had killed his opponent he plunged into the forest and thenceforth led a life of peril and adventure until congree gave him a pension and Kentucky a grant of land, on which he passed his last years. Kenton was a picture of manly beauty. Over six feet in height, well formed, handsome and graceful. His fair hair, bright complexion and laghing gray eyes added to the atractiveness of his appearance. As a spy and ranger he had no equal, and he was brave to the point of recklessness. Frequently captured, he was compelled eight times to run the gauntlet, that fearful ordeal, and three times he was tied to the stake. Several times in his adventurous career he owed his life to the impression made on the susceptible female hear by his spledid presence. The dark and bloody ground of Kentucky produced the man who was destined to be the successor of its discoverer, Daniel Boone, and takes equal rank in border annals-- Christopher Carson, known everywhere as "Kit" Carson. He was not only like Boone and others in skill, sagacity and self-reliance, but he had the more uncommon virtues of modesty, sobriety and perfect self-control. Though small in stature, Carson was broad-chested, compactly built and remarkable for quickness and agility. He passed his early years in hunting and trapping, and his skill in these pursuits led to his employment as [Pictured Below: Gen. Miles and Cody, Pine Ridge, 1891.] scout by Gen. John C. Fremont in his explorations of this great pathfinder in his trips across the plains and over the Rockies. During the civil war his services to the Government in New Mexico, Colorado and the Indian Territory were invaluable, and he rose to the rank of brevet brigadier-general. In one of his expeditions with Fremont, alone with one companion, he pursued a body of predatory Indians, dispersed the Indians who occupied four lodges, recaptured thirty stolen horses, traveled in the pursuit and return ove rone hundred miles, and was back in camp in thirty hours. Incredible as these feats seem to those of us who dwell in cities, similar achievements in the same line of duty have been recorded in our own time to the credit of Colonel Wm. F. Cody, (Buffalo Bill) who stands to-day the most prominent of the last living exponents of that famous historic band of scouts who have passed away forever. Incredulity being excusable when generalized assertions are made, the writer deems it stronger to quote authorities, and will therefore submit a few excerpts from recorded writings of known personages as sufficiently impressive for the general eader and more acceptable to the public as matter of interest to the occasion. Cody's connection with the Regular United States Army has covered a continuous period of fifteen years, and desultory connection of thirty years, in the most troublous era of that superb corps' Western history, as Guide, Scout and Chief of Scouts, a position unknown in any other service, and for the confidential nature of which see General Dodge's extract on page I. This priviledged position, and the nature of its services in the past, ma be more fully appreciated when it is understood that it brought its holder the confidence of commanding generals, the fraternal friendship of the commissioned officers, the idolization of the ranks, and the universal respect and consideration of the hard pioneers and settlers of the West. He holds a commission in the National Guard, State of Nebraska, of Brigadier-General. "Bill" Cody's children can point with pride to recorded serivces under the following officers of world-wide and national fame: Gen. Sherman, Gen. Greeley, " Miles, " Sheridan, " Merritt, " Penrose, " Tony Forsythe, " Sandy Forsythe, " Rucker, " Dudley, " Crook, " Terry, " Carr, " Emory, " Augur, " Custer, " Bankhead, " Ord, " Fry, " Hancock, " Crittenden, " Royall, " Switzer, " Brisbin, " Duncan, " Palmer, " Smith, " Gibbon, " King, " Canby, " Van Vlict, " Blunt, " Anson Mills, " Hayes, " Reynolds, " Guy Henry, " Harney, "Hazen, And others. [Pictured Below: Gen. Phil Sheridan.] The following extracts speak for themselves and will form interesting reaing as authenticated refereces: From Gen. "Phil" sheridan's Autobiography. General Sheridan referes to his meeting "Buffalo Bill." "He undertakes a dangerous task," chapter xii., p. 281-289, in his autobiography, published in 1888. The world-renowed cavalry commander maintained continuous friendly relations with his old scout, even to social correspondence, friendly assistance, and recognition in his present enterprise up to the year of his death. After relating his conception of the first winter campaign against Indians on the then uninhabited and bleak plains, in the winter of [Continued on Page 3.]
[Pictured at Top: Col. Cody; Nate Salsbury; and Jas. A. Bailey.] A CARD FROM NATE SALSBURY MANAGING DIRECTOR To The Public: The strongest contributing source of success in the amusement world is the establishment of confidential relations between a manager and his patrons. this once attained the pinnacle of managerial ambition has been reached. Success is the natural sequence. It is to establish confidence in the public mind regarding the statements conained in this publiation that these lines are written. I respectfully submit hem all as true in every particular. An unbroken series of triumphs for the past twelve years proclaims "Buffalo Bill's Wild West and Congrees of Rough Riders of the World" to be the novelty of the century. Never since the arenic spectacles of Rome have such natural elements of human existence been combined in such gigantic form for human amusement and instruction. By the knowledge that experience brings, combinations have been made that will make the touring season of this exhibition an epoch in the history of amusements in this country. In this connection, I am happy to stat that Mr. James A. Bailey, the world-known Director of the Barnum & Bailey Show, has associaed hiself with me in the touring details of this enterprise. No greater compliment could be paid to the "Wild West" than the participation of his masterful mind in this colossal undertaking. "Buffalo Bill's Wild West" is no a show in the theatric sense of the term, but an exposition of the progress of civilization, illustrating in a series of vivid and realistic pictures the trials, episodes and vicissitudes of pioneer life on the American frontier. To heighten and ebellish these pictures, the armies of America, France, German, England and Russia have been drawn upon and will be represented by fully-equipped regular soldiers, whose services have been secured by direct negotiation with their various governments. This addition to the educational features of the exhibition should be hailed with delight by every student of military affairs in this country, as it affords an opportunity for the first time in history of judging by comparison the drill, equipment and effectiveness of the five great armies of the world. The central personality of the "Wild West" is, as all the world knows, Col. W. F. Cody (Buffalo Bill). I beg to assure our patrons that Col. Cody will be in the saddle and will give his personal direction to every performance, thus completing the most magnificent spectacle of the age. Yours very sincerely, Nate Salsbury
THE FRONTIER EXPRESS AND BUFFALO BILL'S PICTORIAL 3
The Scout -- Men who Wore the Buckskins. General "Phil" Sheridan's Autobiography. [Continued from Page 2.] 1868, he says, "The difficulties and hardships to be encountered had led several experienced officers of the army, and some frontiersmen like old Jim Bridger, the famous scout and guide of earlier days, to discourage the project. Bridger even went so far as to come out from St. Louis to discourage the attempt. I decided to go in person, bent on showing the Indians that they were not secure from punishment because of inclement weather-- an ally on which they had hiterhto relied with much assurance. We started, and the very first night a blizzard struck us and carried away our tents. The gale was so violent that they could not be put up again; the rain and snow drenched us to the skin. Shivering from wet and cold I took refuge under a wagon, and there spent such a miserable night that, when morning came, the gloomy predictions of old man Bridger and others rose up before me with greatly increased force. The difficulties were now fully realized, the blinding snow mixed with sleet, the piercing wind, thermometer below zero-- with green bushes only for fuel-- occasioning intense suffering. Our numbers and companionship alone prevented us from being lost or perishing, a fate that stared in the face the frontiersmen, guides and scouts on their solitary mission. "An important matter had been to secure competent guides for the different columns of troops, for, as I have said, the section of country to be operated in was comparatively unknown. "In those days the railroad town of Hays City was filled with so-called 'Indian Scouts,' whose common boast was of having slain scores of redskins, but the real scout-- that is, a guide and trailer knowing the habits of the Indians-- was very scarce, and it was hard to find anybody familiar with the country south of Arkansas, where the campaign was to be made. Still, about the various military posts there was some good material to select from and we managed to employ several men, who, rom their experience on the plains in various capacities, or from natural instict and aptitude, soon became excellent guides and courageous and valuable scouts, some of them, indeed, gaining much distinction. Mr. William F. Cody ('Buffalo Bill'), whose renown has since become world-wide, was one of the men thus selected. He received his sobriquet from his marked success in killing buffaloes to supply fresh meat to the constriction parties on the Kansas-Pacific Railway. He had lived from boyhood on the plains and passed every experience: herder, hunter, ponyexpress rider, stage driver, wagon maste rin the quartermaster's department, and scout of the army, and was first brought to my notice by distinguishing himself in bringing me an important dispact from Fort Larned to Fort Hays, a distance of sixty-five miles, through a section invested with Indians. The dispatch informed me that the Indians near Larned were preparing to decamp, and this intelligence required that certain orders should be carried to Fort Dodge, ninety-five miles south of Hays. This too being a particularly dangerous route-- several couriers having been killed on it-- it was impossible to get one of the various 'Petes,' 'Jacks' or 'Jims' hanging aroud Hary City to take my communication. Cody, learning of the strait I was in, manfully came to the resuce, and proposed to make the trip to Dodge, though he had just finished his long and perilous ride from Larned. I gratefully accepted his offer, and after a short rest he mounted a fresh horse and hastened on his journey, halting but once to rest on the wat, and then only for an hour, the stop being made at Coon Creek, where he got another mount from a troop of cavalry. At Dodge he took some sleep, and then continued on to his own post-- Fort Larned-- with most dispatches. After resting at Larned, he was again in the saddle with tidings for me at Fort Hays, General Hazen sending him, this time, with word that the villages had fled to the south of Arkansas. Thus, in all, Cody rode about 350 miles in less than sixty hours, and such an exhibition of endurance and courage at that time of the year, and in such weather, was more than enough to convince me that his services would be extremely valuable in the campaign, so I retained him at Fort Hays till the battalion of the Fifth Cavalry arrived, and then made him Chief of Scouts." Read through the fascinating book, "Campaigning with Crook (Major-General George Crook, U.S.A.) and Stories of Army Life," due to the graphic and soldierly pen of Captain Charles King, of the U. S. Army; published in 1890. Incidentally the author refers in various pages to Col. Cody as scout, etc., and testifies to the general esteem and affection in which "Buffalo Bill" is held by the army. The subjoined extracts from the book will give our readers an excellent idea of the military scout's calling and its dangers: "By Jove, General!" says "Buffalo Bill," sliding backward down the hill, "now's our chance. Let our part mount here out of sight, and we'll cut those fellows off. Come down every other man of you." Glancing behind me, I see Cody, Tait and "Chips," with five cavalrymen, eagerly bending [Pictured Below: Colussium.] forward in their saddles, grasping carbine and rifle, every eye bent upon me, wathcing for the signal. Not a man but myself knows how near they are. That's right, close in, you beggars! Ten seconds more and you are on them. A hundred and twenty-five yards-- a hundred--ninety--"Now, lads, in with you." There's a rush, a wild ringing cheer; then bang, bang, bang! and in a cloud of dust, Cody and his men tumble in among them, "Buffalo Bill" closingon a superbly accoutred warrior. It is the work of a minute: the Indian has fired and missed. Cody's bullet tears through the rider's leg into the pony's heart, and they tumble in a confused heap on the prairie. The Cheyenne struggles to his feet for another shot, but Cody's second bullet hits the mark. It is now close quarters, knife to knife. After a hand-to-hand struggle, Cody wins, and the young chief, "Yello Hand," drops lifeless in his tracks after a hot fight. Baffled and astounded, for once in a lifetime beaten at their own game, their project of joining "Sitting Bull" nipped in the bud, they take a hurried flight. But our chief is satisfied. "Buffalo Bill" is radiant; his are the honors of the day.-- From page 35. In all these years of campaigning, the Fifth Cavalry has had varied and interesting experience with a class of men of whom much has been written, and whose names, to readers of the dime novel and New York Weekly style of literature, were familiar as household words; I mean the "Scouts of the Prairie," as they have been christened. Many thousands of our citizens have been to see "Buffalo Bill's" thrilling representations of the scenes of his life of adventure. To such he needs no introduction, and throughout our cavalry he is better known than any general except Miles, Merritt, Carr or Crook. A motley set they are as a class-- these scouts; hard riding, hard swearing, hard drinking ordinarily, and not all were of unimpeachable veracity. But there was never a word of doubt or question in the Fifth when "Buffalo Bill," came up for discussion. He was Chief of Scouts in Kansas and Nebraska in the campaign of 1868-69, when the hostiles were so completely used up by General Carr. He remained with us as chief scout until the regiment was ordered to Arizone to take its turn at the Apaches in 1871. Five years the regiment was kept among the rocks and deserts of that marvelous land of cactus and centipede; but when we came homeward across the continent and were ordered up to Cheyenne to take a hand in the Sioux war of 1876, the "Sitting Bull" campaign, the first addition to our ranks was "Buffalo Bill" himself-- who sprang from the Union Pacific train at Cheyenne, and was speedily exchanging greetings with an eager group of his old comrades-- reinstated as Chief of Scouts. Of his services during the campaign that followed, a dozen articles might be written. One of the most thrilling incidents of our fight on the 17th of July with the Cheyenne Indians, on the War Bonnet, was when he killed the warrior "Yellow Hand," in as plucky a single combat on both sides as is ever witnessed. The Fifth had a genuine affection for Bill; he was a tried and true comrade-- one who for cool daring and judgment had no superior. He was a beautiful horseman, an unrivaled shot, and as a scout unequaled. We had tried them all-- Hualpais and Tontos in Arizona; half-breeds on the great plains. We had followed Custer's old guide, "California Joe, in Dakota, met handsome Bill Hickox ("Wild Bill") in the Black Hills: tailed for weeks after Crook's favorite, Frank Guard, with "Little Bat" and "Big Baptiste," three good ones all over the Big Horn and Powder Rive country; hunted Nez Perces with Cosgrove and his Shoshones among the Yellowstone mountains, and listened to Crawford's yarns and rhymes in many a bivouac in the Northwest. They were all noted men in their way, but Bill Cody was the paragon. [Lack of space excludes volumes of interesting indorsements.-- EDITOR.] ---------- Reminiscent Review. At the time of the organization of the "Wild West," now some twelve years ago, the prejudice which existed between the white man and the Indian was intense, so much so as to be really remarkable. It affords the writer, therefore, in his present reminiscent mood, much pleasure to dwell on the beneficial effect which the enterprise has had in dispelling that wholly unjustifiable prejudice. Ignorance always breeds distrust. A horse only shies at strange and unaccustomed objects, and in that respect he is very much like his master. When the exhibition was first organized it was a source of much trouble in many places, where the feeling was so strongle developed that they threw stones at the Indians in the streets. Now this has all been changed and the mission of the exhibition has been fulfilled in that it has bred mutual confidence. The people of the East have learned that the Indian has a better side to his ature and that he is trustworthy when he is trused. Still another and even greater object has been ained in the remarkable educational effect upon the "Redskin." Hundreds of these men have been taken annually from their reservations and given the countless advantages to be derived from traveling all over our great county. Their surprise, interest and intelligent observation, too, they have crossed the great Water of their traditions, they have visited Europe, and, like their ancestors who accompanied columbus to the court of Spain, they have seen the home of America's discoverer. This has been productive of much good and resulted in modifying greatly their views of life ande in broadenin their minds. With also he farher result hat they have rebition will come as a revvelaion and an object lesson, all the more precious for the reason that the nex enerathion will know it only in history and thus to tose who come after us it will be no more a reality in its vivid picturesqueness tan he stories of the Arabian Nights. The Indianis presented here in all his proud and glittering harness. He is gaily painted with te bright pigments which he has digged from the bosom of the earth, and crowned with the gor-geous plumes which he as plucked from the pinions of te eagle of the sky. His superb physique and matchless agility and endurance will be presented as he careens upon his faithful riend, the cayuse or Indian horse. He will be seen at home (if a nomad can be said to have a home) within the protection of his tepee, or tent of skins. The every event of his life is vividly portrayed, both in times of piping peace or stirring war. His daily habits, manners, customs, his ingenuity in the chase, his strategy and valor in war, his independence, helpfulness and his bitter resentment are all brought out in striking and vivid colors. This most remarkable exhbition is absolutely unique in that no complete and absolutely perfect presentation of the national life of any people has ever been attempted or placed before the public in the perfect verisimilitude which is that striking and charming feature of the "Wild West." There are no lessons which are so valuble, so impressive, as object lessons. The impressions made through the eye are more lasting than any other. Here we see the last of this great people in mimic represenations of the historic scenes which have rendered crimson with life-blood that pages of his past history. Here we ealize the brary and endurace exhibited by him as he sullenly retreated, step by step, from the coast life to the mountain's shelter. We see in realistic tableaux the thrilling events which illumine intelligently the mind of the visitor, when perusin the stories of tha sanguinary past, or contemplating the canvases of the artists who portrayed the life of the plains or viewing the work of the sculptor, past or future. These scenes in mimicry of the past will soon be beyond the posibility of reproduction. In all our great country, once his sole possession, there will be left no trace of the aborigine. His virtues and his faults will have been buried with him. As as the years roll by and time softens the harsh lines of history, his virtues of bravery and gratitude, as well as of hospitality, will alone be preserved in the memory. The dead past will be swallowed up in the brilliant future that awaits him. "Here lived and loved Another race of beings." And so we, too, go forward toward the change that must come to us, as to all who have gone before, knowing that "All the tribes that tread the earth are But a handful to those that slumber in her bosom." he began to make his mark, and lay the foundation of his future greatness. Next it became "Wild Will," the pony express-rider of the overland, and as such he faced many dangers, and overcame many obstacles which would have crushed a less strong nature and brave heart. Then it became "Bill Cody, the Wagon-master," then overland stage drive, and from that to guide across the plains, until he drifted into his natural calling as a Government scout. "Buffalo Bill, the Scout and Indian Fighter," was known from north to south, from east to west, for his skill, energy, and daring as a ranger of moutain and plain. With the inborn gift of a perfect borderman, Buffalo Bill led armies across trackless moutains and plains, through deserts of death, and to the farthest rereats of the ctruel redskins who were making war upon the settlers. Buffalo Bill has never sought the reputation of being a "man killer." He has shunned difficulties of a personal nature, yet never backed down in the face of death in the discharge of duty. Brought face to face with the worst elements of the frontier, he never sought the title of hero at the expense of other lives and sufferring. An Indian fighter, he was yet the friend of the redskin in many ways, and to-day there is not a man more respected among all the fighting tribes than Buffalo Bill, though he is feared as well. In his delineation of Wild West life before the vast audiences he has appeared to in this country and Europe, he has been instrumental in educating the Indians to feel that it would be madness for them to continue the struggle against the innumerable whites, and to teach them that peace and happiness could come to them if they would give up the war-path and the barbarism of the past, and seek for themselves, homes amid civilized scenes and associations. Buffalo Bill is therefore a great teacher among his red friends, and he has done more good than any man I know who has lived among them. Courtly by nature, generous to a fault, big-hearted and brainy, full of gratitude to those whome he feels indebted to, he has won his way in the world and stands to-day as truly one of Nature's noblemen. One of the strongest characteristics of Buffalo Bill, to my mind, was his love for his mothe-- a mother most worthy the devotion of such a son. His love and devotion to his sisters has also been marked throughout his lifetime. When he first came to me he had to sign the pay-roll each month by making the sign of a cross, his mark. He drew a man's pay, and earned every dollar of it. He always had his mother come to get his pay, and when one day he was told by the paymaster to come and "make his mark and get his money," his face flushed as he saw tears come itnto his mother's eyes and heard her low-uttered words: "Oh, Willie! If you would only learn to write, how happy I would be." Educational advantages in those early days were crude in the exreme, and Little Billy's chances to acquire knowledge were few, but from that day, when he saw the tears in his mother's eyes at his inability to write his name, he began to study hard and to learn to writ; in fact, his acquiring the art of penmanship got him into heaps of trouble, as "Will Cody," "Little Billy," "Billy the Boy Messenger," and "William Frederic Cody" were written with the burnt end of a stick upon tents, wagon-covers, and all tempting places, while he caved upon wagon-body, ox-yoke, and where he could find suitable wood for his pen-knife to cut into, the name he would one day make famous. With such energy as this on his part, Billy Cody was not very long in learning to write his name upon the pay-roll instead of making his mark, though ever sice, I may add, he has made his mark in the pages of history. All through his lie he was ever the devoted son and brother, and true as steel to his friends, for he has not been spoiled by the fame he has won, while to-day his firmest friends are he officers of the army with whom he has served through dangers and hardships untold, as proof of which he was freely given the endorsement of such men as Sherman, Sheridan, Gen. Nelson A. Miles, Generals Carr, Merritt, Royal, and a host of others. ------------ Kate Field Thus describes the tableau given at Chicago in the World's Fair celebration of Columbus Day in Buffalo Bill's Indians: What delighted my soul was the appearace, in two tabelaux, of twelve indians from Buffalo Bill's Wild West. Grouped first in the landing of Columbus, and secondly, as exhibits-- if I may so term before-- before the Court of Spain, these twelve Indians were so splendid in pose, expression and statuesque immobility as to excite a genuine furvore. If they wanted a victory over their conquerers they had it that night in Jackson Park. The white man, bedecked in velvets and jewels, was a physical nervous pigmy beside these bronze children of the plains, whpse lordly bearing ad repose were worth all the paintins in the Art Place. Here was no counterfeit presentment. Here was nature giving art a lesson. I shall never cease to be grateful to a woman for having brought American Indians into what is called "societ" and shown their infinite superiority to their fellow-actors and their audiences in grace, dignity, bearin and nerve. --Kate Field's Washington. ---------- Buffalo Bill and the Romans I'll take my stalwart Idian braves Down to the Coloseum, And the old Romans from their graves Will all arise to see 'em; Pretors and censors will return And hasten throuh the Forum, The ghostly Senate will adjourn Because it lacks a quorum.
And up the ancient Appian way Will flock the ghostly legions, From Gaul unto Calabria, And from remoter regions; From British bog and wild lagoon, and Libyan desert sandy, They'll all come, marchig to the tune Of "Yankee Doodle Dandy."
Prepare the triumph car for me And purple throne to sit on, For I've done more than Julius C.- He could not down the Briton! Caesar ad Cicero shall bow, And ancient warriors famous, Before the myrtle-bandaged brow Of Buffalo Williamus.
We march, unwhipped, through history--- No bulwark can detain us- And link the age of Grover C. And Scipio Africanus. I'll take my stalwart Indian braves Down to the Colosseum, And the old Romans from their graves Will all arise to see 'em. --London Telegraph, 1887.
Colosseum visisted 1890. --------- Rosa Bonheur. No more permanent good has been accomplished by the Wild West's existence than the influence that it has had on art, sculpture and painting. The wide-of-the-mark idea artists-- especially in Europe-- have had of the American aborigine is strikingly illustrated by two figures at Sir Walter Raleigh's tomb in Westminster Abbey which attracted the atention of Kicking Bear, Short Bull, Rocky Bear, and other chiefs, on a visit to that historic edifice. The dress, bows, arrows, ornaments, and ody figures were Indians, but the heads were those of the short, culry-haired African Negro. This visit of Buffalo Bill was a revelation to the art students, and every facility was given them mornin, noon and night to visit and paint. Every city in Europe furnished scores of professional and distinguished amateurs to whom the life and blood scenes were a revelation-- a feast. Munich, Rome, Florence, and other art centres, revelled, and in the future the stirring of scenes of the Western American frontier will occupy the space it deserves in all the art galleries of the Old World-- a permanent story of a theme as rich in heroism as that of their own mediaeval knights-- errant. Among the distinguished names of its art votaries is none other than that of the immortal ROSA BONHEUR, whose fame can never die and whose last works will be inspired by the data collected by a summer's tri-weekly sojourn in the Wild West Camp at Paris in 1889. At that time she painted Col. Cody, mounted on his white charger, and presented him this rare work of art-- as it is the only instance in which she has painted a living subject with the animal. It is now in this country and will eventually be hung in our National Art Gallery. (From New York Herald, March 4, 1890.) The Wild West at the Vatican. ----- BUFFALO BILL'S INDIANS AND COWBOYS AT THE ANNIVERSARY CEREMONY OF LEO XIII. [FROM OUR SPECIAL CORRESPONDENT.] ROME, March 3, 1890. One of the strangest spectacles ever seen within the venerable walls of the Vatican was the dramatic entry of "Buffalo Bill" at the head of his Indians and cowboys this morning, when the ecclesiastical and secular military court of the Holy See assembled to witness the twelfth annual thanksgiving of Leo XIII. for his coronation. In the midst of the splendid scene, crowded with the old Roman aristocracy, and surrounded by walls immortalized by Michael Angelo and Raffael, there suddenly appeared a host of savages in war paint, feathers and blankets, carrying tomahawks and knives. [Pictured Below: Leo XIII.] a vast multitude surged in the great square before St. Peter's early in the morning to witness the arrival of the Americans. Before half-past nine o'clock the Ducal Hall, Royal Hall and Sistine Chapel of the Vatican were packed with those who had influence enough to obtain admittance. Through the middle of the three audiences, the pathway was bordered with the brilliant uniforms of the Swiss Guards, Palatine Guards, Papal gendarmes and private chamberlains. The sunlight fell upon the lines of glittering steel, nodding plumes, golden chains, shimmering robes of silk, and all the blazing emblems of pontifical power and glory. THE WILD WEST MAKE THEIR ENTREE. Suddenly, a tall and chivalrous figure appeared at the entrace, and all eyes were turned towards him. It was Colonel W. F. Cody ("Buffalo Bill"). With a sweep of his great sombrero, he saluted the chamberlains, and then strodebetween the guards with his partner, Mr. Nate Salsbury, by his side. Next came the leader of the cowboys, who towered hugely above the tallest man in the Palace, his long hair tied back on his shoulders. Then came Broncho Bill, in buckskin, and after him trooped the cowboys, splashed with mud, and picutreseque beyond the description. Rocky Bear led the Sioux warriors, who brought up the rear. They were painted in every color that Indian imagination could devise. Every man carried something with which to make big medicine in the presence of the great medicine man sent by the Great Spirit. Rocky Bear rolled his eyes and folded his hands on his breat as he stepped on tiptoe through the glowing sea of color. His braves furtively etyes the halberds and two-handed swords of the Swiss Guards. The Indians and cowboys were ranged in the south corbners of the Ducal Hall. Colonel Cody and Mr. Salsbury were escorted into the Sistine Chapel by chamberlains, where they were greeted by Miss Sherman, daughter of General Sherman. A Princess invited Colonel Cody to a place in the tribune of the Roman nobles. He stood facing the gorgeous Diplomatic Coprs, surrounded by the Prince and Princess Borghesi, the Marquis Serlupi, Princess Bandini, Duchess di Grazioli, Prince and Princess Massimo, Prince and Princess Ruspoli and all the ancient noble families of the city. THE PAPL BLESSING. When the Pope appeared in the sedia gestatoria carried above the heads of his Guards, preceded by the Knights of Malta and a procession of cardinals and archibishops, the cowboys bowed and so did the Indians. Rocky Bear knelt and made the sign of the cross. The Pontiff learned affectionally towards the rude groups and blessed them. He seemed touched by the sight. As the Papal train swept on, the Indians became excited, and a squaw fainted. They had been warned not to utter a sound, and were with difficulty restrained from whooping. The Pope looked at Colonel Cody intently as he passed, and the great scout and Indian fighter bent low as he received the Pontifical benediction. After the Thanksgiving Mass, with its grand choral accompaniment, and now and then the sound of Leo XIII's voice, heard ringing through the chapel, the great audience poured out of the Vatican. -------- "He is King of them All." Headquarters Mounted Recruiting Serivce, St. Louis, Mo., May 7, 1885. Major John M. Burke: Dear Sir-- I take pleasure in saying that in an experience of about thirty years on the plains and in the mountains, I have seen a great many guides, scouts, trailers and hunters, and Buffalo Bill (W. F. Cody) is king of them all. He has been with me in seven Indian fights, and his services have been invaluable. Very respectfully yours, EUGENE A. CARR, Brevet Major-General, U.S.A.
4 THE FRONTIER EXPRESS AND BUFFALO BILL'S WILD WEST PICTORIAL COURIER.
Buffalo Bill Shooting from Horseback
Cowboys in Camp Fungrant train attacked by Indians
Mexican Vaquerros Stage Coach AttackGauchose of South America Lassoing Cattle Lassoing Horses
Cowboys Fun = Riding Wild, Bucking Mustangs Hunting Buffalo Some Actual Scenes Hurdle Race
Buffalo Bill's Wild West and Congress of Rough Riders of the World
The Race of Races Coassacks Attack on Cabin Arabs