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at company front and were loudly cheered as they drew up in line, with the rain splashing from the tops of their red- plumed helmets and their pennants snapping wildly in the gale. Then came a company of the famous Sixth cavalry of the United States through the blinding rain. They were mounted on gray horses and each man was in full military dress. Behind them galloped the Potsdamer Reds of Germany, with their black and white their pennants snapping on their lances and their white plumes tossing madly from the tops of their helmets. The French chasseurs, lithe fellows as and un bay horses, dashed into view when the storm was raging fiercest. They were in service uniforms, with rakish caps and tight-fitting blue waists and red trousers. There was another crack of thunder, when the young sergeant of the company, with his saber at his shoulder, passed the grand stand at a fierce gallop. Each detachment of horsemen was loudly cheered as it wheeled into line before the spectators.

Cossacks, Arabs and Cowboys.
The grim-looking Cossacks, with Prince Macheradse at their head, the white- hooded Arabs from the desert, the devil-may-care riders from Mexico, and our own cowboys, each of them an audacious necromancer, with rein and saddle, followed- the soldiers in the order named. Then came old Jack Nelson, the scout in a coonskin cap and the buckskin shirt he wore when he stood at Pine Ridge two years ago and solemnly and prophetically declared that "h- I will be popping here inside of a week" The rain was still coming in blinding sheets when Buffalo Bill, mounted upon a splendid horse, rode in front of his troupe of wonderful horsemen and when he lifted his big white sombrero in recognition of the cheering a flash of lightning swept over the park and drew a responsive flash from the sabers of the cap skin at American and French cavalrymen.
After this review, which was gorgeously spectacular in the lightning and pelting rain, the entertainment began with as much attention to detail as though the park and the men were as dry as a bone. Even little Annie Oakley waded out into the water and smashed glass balls with a vim which provoked the wildest applause. Then came horsemen from the four corners

THE ARABIAN DANCER.
of the earth in all sorts of feats in the saddle, And what riding! The pony express rider mounted and dismounted in a trice, and that, too, in mud so deep that his feet were buried in the slush.
Wonderful Feats of Riders.
The Arabs rode like demons, some of them leaning so far over in their saddles that their brown fingers scooped up the water on the ground. Then they turned acrobats, whirling head over heels in the mud and climbing one after another upon the giant of the party until nine sturdy fellows rested upon his head, shoulders and knees. During these marvelous feats of strength and agility an Arab in a white skirt whirled round and round on three boards sunk in the mud. It seemed as though he would never tire. For fifteen minutes he whirled round and round while the musicians in the grand stand played. Cowboys rode bucking ponies after being dragged and thrown into the mud and water. Johnny Baker smashed glass balls while standing on his head, the Cossacks and Indians danced and sang, and then the British lancers, the Potsdamer reds, the French chasseurs and the United States cavalrymen executed a series of military evolutions which made everybody cheer. The wonderful and instructive entertainment closed with an exhibition of glass ball shooting by Buffalo Bill, who smashed the little black globes until the bits of glass in the air were falling as fast as the rain. Interspersed in the programme were realistic combats with the Indians, who pounced upon the Deadwood coach, old Jack Nelson's log cabin and an emigrant train.
When the riders rode up in front of the grand stand at the end of the performance the spectators arose and cheered for many minutes. Buffalo Bill lifted his soaked sombrero, bowed right and left and said that the world's fair was opened. Then everybody cheered again.

CUSTER'S CROW SCOUT, CURLEY,
He Smokes With His Old Foe, Chief Rain- In-the-Face.

Curley, the famous half-breed scout and the sole survivor, of the Custer massacre, arrived at Buffalo Bill's camp yesterday morning.
It was during the thickest of the fight on the Little Big Horn in 1876 that the young man wrapped about himself the blanket of a Sioux and escaped through warriors who were bringing Custer's men to earth. It was he who told the first story of the victory achieved by Gall, Sitting Bull, Grass and Rain-in-the-Face on that remarkable day, and who was such an important witness in the court-martial of General Reno. Rain-in-the-Face and Curley met yesterday afternoon for the first time since the đay Custer fell. They smoked the pipe and buried the hatchet in the morning, and when night came they squatted down to a table and ate sausage together.
Curley is as sturdy as the day he eluded the Sioux on the Little Big Horn. His strong face is red from exposure, his eyes are as clear as the water in the Snake river, and when he strikes off in his moccasins he seems to be full of youth. During the day Curley also met two Kiowa chiefs and a head man from the Cheyennes, who came to town to see the big fair. Buffalo Bill yesterday entertained some old English friends in the following party of visiting European newspaperman:
Sir William Leng, of the Sheffield Telegraph; Sir Morgan Morgan, of the Cardiff Express; Lascelles Cam, of the Western Mail; Colonel Morgan, of the Brecon Beacon; Clement Shorter, of the Illustrated London News: Mr. Dixon, of Yorkshire, and Henry Haynie, of the Paris Figaro.

BURIED THE HATCHET
Sitting Bull's Slayer Meets The Sioux Chief, Rain-in-the-Face.
COUNCIL OF THE BRAVES.

Curley, the Crow Indian, Is Overcome with Emotion Other Events.

Among the many features of the Wild West Show was the reconciliation, yesterday afternoon, in the original cabin of the celebrated Mucapapa Sioux chief, Sitting Bull of the famous Crow Indian scout Curley and the present Sioux chief, Rain-In-the-Face.
Curley, it will be remembered, is held responsible by the Sloux Indians for the death of their great warrior during the late Indian outbreak at the Pine Ridge agency.
Ever since the killing of Sitting Bull the Sioux Indians have sworn vengeance on the Crows and for nearly two years, until yesterday, Curley bad not set eyes in a Sioux Iodiun, fearing that should h do so be would be killed on sight, which would certainly be his fate were he to return into their midst at Pine Ridge.
Since Buffalo Bili has been in Chicago he has used every known method which Gis brain could conjure up to induce the Scout to join his aggregation, but the "friendly" Indian refused to come on till the treacherous Sioux. Upon the promise of ample military protection, however, ve finally agreed to join the aggregation.
When Curley arrived the meeting was again proposed, but the Crow strenuously refused till yesterday, when he was at last persuaded by Col. Cody and Muj. Burke to enter the dead chief's cabin.
Inside the cabin, squatted on buffalo robes, were the Sioux chiefs Red Cloud, Rocky Bear, Painted Horse, High Bear and Low Neck, presided over by Rain- in-the-Face. Just to the left of the great chief was the hatchet and pipe of peace. squaws and a band of bucks.
The moment that Curley was announced a weird cry was emitted by the council of peace and the pipe was made ready. Arm in arm, Curley and Rain-in-the-Face left the hut and buried the hatchet. Returning to the hut the pipe of peace was passed around the circle and all went well till Curley's turn came. As the pipe was passed him by Rain-In-the Face he broke down and commenced to cry like a baby; his eyes rolled from side to side and he watched every chief as a rat in a trap would a dog when the some one was about to set it free. Notwithstanding the assurance of the Sioux chiefs that peace was at last restored he was pot contented till he was taken from the hut and led to his own quarters. One Comanche and two Kiowa chiefs who are on their way to Washington on business with the government were also present at the meeting.
Other features of the Wild West yesterday were the banqueting of the visiting English journalists delegated to the World's Fair, and the reception tendered, the Masons who dedicated the Turkish mosque in the Midway Plaisance.
Buffalo Bill's Wild West.
A huge inclosure on Sixty-third street s likely to be mistaken for the World's Fair these days, so busy a scene does it present. It is the camping out station of Buffalo Bill's famous "Wild West show, where twice everyday pioneers are scalped, horses lassoed and rambunctious Indians aro taught better manners. Mr. Cody's entertainment is interesting in its very uniqueness, and it was well patronized during the past week, which was the first of its engagement here.

The management of the Buffalo Bill Wild West Show announces that two performances will be given every day, Sundays included, and that the state of the weather, rain or shine, will not make the slightest difference in the exhibition

BELIEVES IN INDIAN SOLDIERS.
An Army-Officer Thinks They Shouldn't Be Trained the Same as Whites.
Captain P. H. Ray, Eighth infantry, in command of a company of Indian soldiers at Fort Washakie, In a recent interview on the value of the Indian as a soldier said: “I believe and know that the Indian, If properly handled, can be made a good soláier. The trouble is that he is generally not so handled. The present practice is to subject him to the methods prescribed for the white man. This is a mistake. You cannot make of him a good imitation of a white soldier. He should be taken as an Indian and trained as such, and his original traits and good qualities should be perpetuated. Except as to minor regulations, such as those relating to food and clothing, he should be governed as an Indian, pure and simple. As to the Indian's capacity for military service, there is much adverse criticism. So many have fallen in trying to make a soldier of him that the government is somewhat discouraged at the prospect. Secretary Elkins, the last secretary of war, shared this feeling. What the present secretary's policy will be I know not. I hope, however, that he will not take this view, for I candidly believe that there is not another influence so potent for good upon the Indians generally as the idea of allowing them to participate In military work. If the government could only regard the situation as I do it would adopt the plan of civilizing the Indians through the medÍum of military service. It is the quickest and surest way and the most humane, method that can be followed. I regret very much to see this failure to recognize the Indian's military worth, and hope that before it is too late the sentiment and practice of the government may be changed, and that our people may learn to judge them from the standpoint of a friend and not from that of an enemy. For, while I have ever found them to be a cunning and relentless enemy, I have also found them to be honest, faithful and loyal as friends and In the cardinal virtues to stand, as a whole, equal to any people I have ever been associated with."

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The SCOUT BUFFALO BILL
Hon. W.F CODY