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west she has been regularly in the stock business, and has practically lived, eaten, and slept in the saddle, as it is necessary for those to do who go into the business of rounding up the troublesome Texas steer as a means of livelihood. For weeks and months she has ridden the range alone, far from any buman companionship, and endured all the privations and hardships of the frontier, exposed to death or captivity at the hands of the bloodthirsty Sioux, or that worse death and hopeless captivity which comes to the one far from help taken down by fever or laid low by disabling accident. Through all these Miss Hutchinson has passed without serious mishaps, and except for the tan of an outdoor life and the flash of an eye which never knew fear she would pass as a quiet and withal cultured young woman of the west who has been reared beneath the parental roof tree.

Something Like a Horsewoman.

Miss Hutchinson has made many long rides, but the longest one as yet was one in Montana several years ago, when with a single string of horses she covered 450 miles in seven days. During much of this ride the range was heavy and the streams swollen by rain, and for four of the nights and days she rode and slept shelterless in a constant storm.

Among the Sioux Indians she has a great reputation, and many is the brave who has

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found himself badly beaten and his boasted pony badly blown after he had tried a race after the "lightning squaw." Miss Hutchinson is pronounced to be one of the best offhand judges of horseflesh in the west, and, given a bunch of horses, can usually pick the winner for a race. On challenge she has beaten the finest racers of the Crow Indians, and on one occasion drew down the praises of "Curly" Custer's scout by distancing his boasted flyers.

In the cowboys' tournaments held occasionally in the west Miss Hutchinson often appears and will mount the worse "outlaw" bucker in the corral. She is never thrown, and during the wildest plunges and pitchings of the bronco keeps her seat in easy grace. Dr. Carver, in whose tournaments she sometimes rides, says he can do no better himself.

Miss Hutchinson when in town rides on an ordinary side saddle, but when out rounding up stock or diving them on the trail uses a regulation man's stock saddle and rides astride. For this she uses the divided skirt.

It is not only as a rider that Miss Hutchinson excels, but in handling the lasso and using the rifle and pistol she is altogether at home.

She Means to Win.

The horse which Miss Hutchinson will ride on the thousand-mile race is itself a noted "outlaw" or man killer of vicious spirit and of yet unconquered nature. But as it is a fine animal weighing 1,200 pounds and well muscled, she has selected it as her mount, and is gradually bringing it under subjection, she being the only woman whom the outlaw has ever allowed to touch him.

"I shall leave Denver almost a fortnight before the race starts from Chadron," said Miss Hutchinson to your correspondent. "The distance to Chadron is nearly 300 miles, and I will put the horse through this at the rate of about twenty-five miles a day just to toughen him up a little and put him in good shape for the thousand-mile race which is to follow.

"Do I expect to win the race? I most certainly

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do. My weight is only 90 pounds, and with my saddle and blanket my weighing in will not exceed 120. I have a good horse, but what I expect to win the first prize of $1,000 on is the fact that I will ride from fifty to 100 pounds lighter than any other rider in the race. In the care of myself and my horse I will follow out my usual plan. I will aim to eat only the simplest fare, and instead of any stimulants will drink only milk. Oats will be the bulk of my pony's feed with a very little hay."

"The horse will be thoroughly rubbed down every night, and if I have reason to fear that he will be 'salted' or in any other way disabled by my contestants or anyone else I shall sleep in the stall with him. In riding I shall get out and on the road each morning as early as I can see and ride until 10 or 11 o'clock, when I will rest and refresh the horse for three or four hours, taking the road again and riding until dusk. I do not like night riding, for it makes a horse nervous.

"I am counting on seeing Col. Cody in Chicago in twenty days after leaving Chadron. This is fifty miles a day, but for the first few days I will not go so fast as that. In long rides I start off very easily, and I suppose I will be left far behind by the other riders when we start. But look out for my little bay to cover the ground after I get into the state of Illinois. That is where I will do my hard riding and there is where I will begin to give the horse whisky if he is badly fagged, which I do not think he will be with my riding weight and the care I give him.

"I expect to win by endurance...

Mail June 12/93

There are two things that the American people hunger for when they go to amusements; one is novelty, the other lively action. Both of these they get in large quantities at Buffalo Bill's Wild West, at Sixty-third street, opposite the entrance to the world's fair. One hour's stroll through the camp watching and studying the home life of the Indians, cowboys, Russians, Bedouin Arabs, soldiers of various nations, and others is an object lesson for every one and is one of the most absorbingly interesting sights in the city, even at this time, when all the world is contributing to Chicago's closure.

Chicago Democrat June 11/93

"Buffalo Bill."

Col. William F. Cody, better known as "Buffalo Bill," was born in Scott county, Iowa. At an early age he moved to Kansas and was reared as a herder, wagon master and pony express rider. After more or less success he became a trapper on the Republican river. When the war broke out he was a government scout and guide at Fort Larned, and later was engaged in several battles. Reared among the Indians and trappers of the far west, from boyhood, endowed with cunning and generalship he was well equipped for the duties that befell him and for his present engagement as head of the famous Buffalo Bill's Wild West." The tour of the continent has netted him a neat profit and increased his popularity and fame. He is without doubt one of the manliest of men and one of the most able and successful.

Record June 12/93.

THE PRINCE SEES THE SHOW.

Visits Buffalo Bill's Attractions and Ends the Day at the World's Fair.

THE CHICAGO RECORD WORLD'S FAIR BUREAU.

Prince Antoine climbed aboard an elevated train yesterday afternoon and went to Buffalo Bill's show. With him was the duke de Tamames. They were not recognized until they had taken seats in box 24 and then some newspaper men saw him and informed Maj. Burke that royalty was occupying $1 seats. The prince and his companion remained until the last Indian and passed behind the scenes, and then, stuffing Col. Cody's lithographic play bills in their pockets, started for the 64th street Exposition gate.

They were not deadheads, for both bought tickets and entered the grounds untrammelled by officious ceremonies and free form reception committees. On the plaza they met the scarlet-uniformed leader of the Spanish band. Then it was that the surrounding sightseers found a prince elbowing them, for the stout little musician gave the military salute and entered into an animated conversation with Eulalia's husband. Some one recognized the prince, and caused a little stir by mentioning the fact in a loud ton. But the crowd evidently respected his desire to enjoy himself without any annoying manifestations of curiosity, and when the prince started for the manufactures building no one paid any attention to him. He and the duke wandered around the big building for a time, and then strolled over the grounds without any Exposition officials being the wiser.

ttest cattle, the prettiest women and the sweetest babies in the world.

Mrs. H. S. Fisk, of Chicago, read a poem on "Nebraska," its author being Kate M. Cleary, of Hubbell, Neb. There was more music, and as it was thought speechmaking was ended the crowd began to disperse to watch the great parade.

Congressman Bryan Speaks.

There was another treat, however, for those who lingered behind. Congressman Bryan, of Nebraska, of national oratorical fame, came rushing in late, having been detained several hours on the train from Lincoln, Neb., which had a large party of excursionists on board. Mr. Bryan was called on for a speech, and on the spur of the moment delivered himself as follows:

LADIES AND GENTLEMEN:- Mr. Cody, whom you know better as "Buffalo Bill," has brought his Indians to particiapte in the opening exercises not to confirm the opinion of those who regard Nebraska as a frontier state, but by contrast to show you the progress made in fifty years in that great commonwealth. in the red man you saw the ruler of half a century ago. In Governor Lorenzo Crounse you see the chief executive of to-day. This we consider a great improvement. But even the Indians are patriotic. They would rather be Indians in Nebraska than to be white people anywhere else. We are not here to speak the praise of our great state. She speaks for herself. We are simply here to formally open the state building and invite the representatives of all the nations of the earth to view our exhibit and see what can be produced in this great western empire.

Nebraska is 200 miles wide, 400 long, 8,000 miles deep and reaches far enough into the air to enjoy every wind that blows. While in