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WILD BILL.

He Leaves the Troupe for the Western Frontier -- The Way His Friends Treated Him.

Having seen the stalwark form of Wild Bill (J. B. Hickok) passing down State street yesterday afternoon, and knowing that this troupe of scouts with which he has been appearing upon the stage for some time past had departed for Lockport, where they performed last night, we ventured to approach the hero and enquire the reasons why he tarried behind his fellows. Our hand was grasped with considerable warmth in his, which appeared to be an iron vice from which we were glad to be released. After devoting a few words, not at all complimentary, to the blastering March winds that were whirling the snow through the street, he began to relate why he was not with the troupe, and we should have had the whole matter explaned to us, then and there had not an impertient youngster, crying "Union or Express," come down the street and stopped short before us with a loud cry of "Oh! Stag his nibs wid the long hair." Now, it is well known that Bill wears his hair in the flowing style prevalent on the frontier; and this, together with the tall form and manly appearance of the man, attracted the attention of the newsboy and cause him to give vent to several exclamations of no particular importance to the student of polite literature, but very well calculated to draw the attention of every one within the sound of his voice to us. Bill was not at all affected by this strange proceeding. He remarked that he had witnessed it in hundreds of towns, so often, in fact, that it was an old thing to him. We suggested, however, that we should move along, to which he willingly consented. The few staring, mouth-opened children of the pave who had gathered, were soon left behind, and as we passed into Exchange place there was but one left, and he took his heels because Wild Bill stopped and looked at him. We were then informed that Bill had received a call to the frontier. Recognised as one of the best scouts and Indian fighters that have appeared upon the great western frontier, his services are highly valued and eagerly sought for when there is danger of war with the red man. Just now there is considerable commotion at Fort Laramie, and some of the Indian agencies, especially the Red Cloud and Spotted Tail agencies. The Sioux has been seen in his par paint, and General Sheridan thinks he may begin his attempts to scalp the pale-

Wild Bill.

He leaves the Troupe for the Western Frontier -- The Way His Friends Treated Him.

Having seen the stalwark form of Wild Bill(J. B. Hickok) passing down State street yesterday afternoon, and knowing that this troupe of scouts with which he has been appearing upon the stage for some time past had departed for Lockport, where they performed last night, we ventured to approach the hero and enquire the reasons why he [?] behind his fellows. Our hand was grasped with considerable warmth in his, which appeared to be an iron vice from which we were glad to be released. After devoting a few words, not at all complimentary, to the [blistering?] March winds that were whirling the snow through the street, he began to relate why he was not with the troupe, and we should have had the whole matter explaned to us, then not there had not an [impatient?] youngster, crying "Union or Express," come down the street and stopped short before us with a loud cry of "Oh! Stag his nibs wid the long hair." Now, it is well known that Bill wears his hair in the flowing style prevalent on the frontier; and this, together with the tall form and manly appearance of the man, attracted the attention of the newsboy and cause him to give [vent?] to several exclamations of no particular importance to the student of polite literature, but very well calculated to draw the attention of every one within the sound of his voice to us. Bill was not at all affected by this strange proceeding. He remarked that he had witness it in hundreds of towns, so often, in fact, that it was an old thing to him. We suggested, however, that we should move along, to which he willingly consented. The few staring, mouth-opened children of the pave who had gathered, were soon left behind, and as we passed into Exchange place there was but one left, and he took his heels because Wild Bill stopped and looked at him. We were then informed that Bill had received a call to the frontier. Recognised as one of the best scouts and Indian fighters that have appeared upon the great western frontier, his services are highly vallued and eagerly sought for when there is danger of war with the red man. Just now there is considerable commotion at Fort Laramie, and some of the Indian agencies, especially the Red Cloud and Spotted Tail agencies. The Sioux has been seen in his par paint, and General Sheridan thinks he may begin his attempts to scalp the pale-