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Inter Ocean July 28.

NOISE AND GAYETY

The Drummers See The Wild West
Show in Style.

OUTYELLED THE INDIANS.

Sad but Not Serious Accident to
Two Members.

Anxiety About Colonel Young - Some
Great Story - tellers - To-day's
Programme.

Yah hoo, hoo, hoo! The amphitheater of
Buffalo Bill's Wild West show was filled
with people last night. The announcement
had been made that in the congress of the
world's rough riders the American Indians
would come in first. The vast assembly
was hushed in expectation when the Yah
hoo, hoo, hoo, came. The people supposed
it was part of the programme,
and that an Indian had
issued the preliminary war cry that would
usher them into the arena. The Indians
didn't come, but again and again that wild,
weird cry came from the midst of the people
sitting in the south end of the building.
It was the cry of the black cat,
and the commercial drummers were
at it agian. As the Indians
came in the Yah hoo, hoo, hoo, rose above
the thud of their galloping horses and
their own piercing calls. By this sound the
drummers made their presence known.
They had met in the clubroom of the Great
Northern hotel, and had proceeded to and
entered the Wild West show without attracting
especial attention, but they knew
that when the Indians, and the Cossacks
and Turks were let loose their
Laurels for making more noise than any
body of men on earth might be taken from
them.

Drummers' Night at the Show.

It was "drummers' night" at the Wild
West show, and Colonel Cody had arranged
special features for the evening's entertainment
and in his opening short speech of
introduction alluded to them. This evoked
the usual sound with which Chicago has
become so familiar during the last week.

It was an intensely American and patriotic
crowd, and, of course, the horsemanship
of the cowboys and the maneuvers of
the United States cavalry troops brought
forth the loudest applause, always led with
the "Yah, hoo, hoo."

Everyone who has seen the Wild West
show knows how the old stage coach
is attacked by Indians and is only
saved by the opportune presence
of Buffalo Bill and his troop of scouts. The
programme was changed last night. The
coach stopped at an imaginary mountain
hamlet and one lone commercial traveler
got in, with some samples of chewing gum.
He was an old-time drummer and
was got up so as to resemble Seneca
de la Vergue, the oldest traveling man
among the Columbian associated travelers.
When the Indians came he calmly drew his
head inside the coach and let the people on
the outside shoot each other. When he was
captured he took a whisky flask from his
pocket and offered it to the chief. Then
he opened his samples of tulu and gave the
chief's squaw a piece after showing
her how to use it. Between the
tulu and the whisky he managed to trade
his samples off for all the robes and guns
in the camp. Then, releasing the driver,
they jumped on the coach and rode away
with the mail-pouch and money chest unharmed.

This feat was greeted with a perfect volley
of hoo hoos. Buffalo Bill and his scouts
ordered immense quantities of tulu to aid in
subduing the Indians and the tulu drummer
established a trade which enriched
both him and his house.