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the romance, the poetry, and history of their each distinctive work forever. The same spirit and circumstances have furnished journalists innumerable, who in the West imbibed the sterling qualities they afterward used to such effect. Notably Henry M. Stanley, who (in 1866) saw the rising sun of the young empire that stretches to the Rockies; Gen. Greely, of Arctic fame (now of Signal Service), and the equally scientific explorer, Lieut. Schwatka, passed their early career in the same school, and often follow "the trail" led by "BUFFALO BILL"; Finnerty (of the "Chicago Times"); "Modoe" Fox and O'Kelly (of the "New York Herald"), 1876; while later on new blood among the scribbers was initiated to their baptism of fire by Harries (of "Washington Star"), McDonough ("New York World"), Bailey (of "Inter-Ocean"), brave young Kelley (of the "Lincoln Journal"), Cressy (of the "Omaha Bee"), Seymour ("Chicago Herald"), and Aleen (of the "New York Herald"), present in the battle, who were honored by three cheers from "Old White Top" Forsythe's gallant Seventh Cavalry, the day after the battle of "Wounded Knee," as they went charging over Wolf Creek to what came near being a crimson day, to the fight "down at the Mission."

THE ORIGIN OF THE NORTH AMERICAN INDIAN.
A Legend--Respectfully dedicated to Lieut. F.H. HARDIE, 3d cavalry, U.S.A.

There is a legend 'mong the plumed race, which strange though it be, their origins does trace to days primeval, when the mighty plan, with touch most wonderful was crowned with man.

With air oracular it has been told, by chieftains, nature-wise so very old, who, solemn sworn, as were their fathers too, this wonderful tradition seal as true.

It was the season when the sighing breeze bestrewed the ground with Autumn painted leaves-- When nature robed herself in rich array, her vesture interwove with sad and gay.

The buffalo, the elk and fellow deer in quiet grazed, with naught to harm or fear, for yet unborn the stealthy hunter foe, unwrought the murd'rous flint and arched bow.

Sublimity and grandeur did pervade the sun-tipped mountain-top and forest shade, as silence, most profound, with thoughtful train, the Universe spell-bound with magic chain.

Let the Great Spirit gazed the scene upon and saw perfection in all things but one; there were the hills and dales, and seas and land, and landscapes everywhere supremely grand. And fish and fowl, and beast on mount and plain, but who t' enjoy and over all to reign.

So from the border of a brooklet's way, lo, the Great Spirit took a piece of clay. And with a touch and look both sad and sweet, did mould it into form most exquisite.

Then breathed He on this thing symmetrically formed. When lo, into life and being warmed, and in the presence of its Maker stood, a female beauty--type of womanhood.

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the romance, the poetry, and history of their each distinctive work forever. The same spirit and circumstances have furnished journalists innumerable, who in the West imbibed the sterling qualities they afterward used to such effect. Notably Henry M. Stanley, who (in 1866) saw the rising sun of the young empire that stretches to the Rockies; Gen. Greely, of Arctic fame (now of Signal Service), and the equally scientific explorer, Lieut. Schwatka, passed their early career in the same school, and often follow "the trail" led by "BUFFALO BILL"; Finnerty (of the "Chicago Times"); "Modoe" Fox and O'Kelly (of the "New York Herald"), 1876; while later on new blood among the scribbers was initiated to their baptism of fire by Harries (of "Washington Star"), McDonough ("New York World"), Bailey (of "Inter-Ocean"), brave young Kelley (of the "Lincoln Journal"), Cressy (of the "Omaha Bee"), Seymour ("Chicago Herald"), and Aleen (of the "New York Herald"), present in the battle, who were honored by three cheers from "Old White Top" Forsythe's gallant Seventh Cavalry, the day after the battle of "Wounded Knee," as they went charging over Wolf Creek to what came near being a crimson day, to the fight "down at the Mission."

THE ORIGIN OF THE NORTH AMERICAN INDIAN.
A Legend--Respectfully dedicated to Lieut. F.H. HARDIE, 3d cavalry, U.S.A.

There is a legend 'mong the plumed race, which strange though it be, their origins does trace to days primeval, when the mighty plan, with touch most wonderful was crowned with man.

With air oracular it has been told, by chieftains, nature-wise so very old, who, solemn sworn, as were their fathers too, this wonderful tradition seal as true.

It was the season when the sighing breeze bestrewed the ground with Autumn painted leaves-- When nature robed herself in rich array, her vesture interwove with sad and gay.

The buffalo, the elk and fellow deer in quiet grazed, with naught to harm or fear, for yet unborn the stealthy hunter foe, unwrought the murd'rous flint and arched bow.

Sublimity and grandeur did pervade the sun-tipped mountain-top and forest shade, as silence, most profound, with thoughtful train, the Universe spell-bound with magic chain.

Let the Great Spirit gazed the scene upon and saw perfection in all things but one; there were the hills and dales, and seas and land, and landscapes everywhere supremely grand. And fish and fowl, and beast on mount and plain, but who t' enjoy and over all to reign.

So from the border of a brooklet's way, lo, the Great Spirit took a piece of clay. And with a touch and look both sad and sweet, did mould it into form most exquisite.

Then breathed He on this thing symmetrically formed. When lo, into life and being warmed, and in the presence of its Maker stood, a female beauty--type of womanhood.

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