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Indians in Baltimore. -The seven Pawnee Indians whom Colonel Judson and Buffalo Bill have in their train roamed loosed around the streets of the city yesterday, and created a good deal of sensation not unmixed with alarm. Nervous old ladies, timid elderly gentlemen, young maidens with palpitating hearts in their bosoms, and small boys who had scared themselves at night reading dime novels by the light of surreptitions candles, looked at them distrustfully, and breathed freer after they had passed. they were fully clad in their native costumes, with the exception of dirt. The reason why land is so poor in the Indian country is that they carry so much arable soil around on their persons. Colonel Judson originally left the plains with forty, but half of them caught their deaths of the cold when they were introduced to civilization and a bath tub. Those who are left. however, rather admire life in the East. Hotel cocktails they consider superior to the needle-gun whiskey of the Indian traders, and their stomachs are toning down to an appreciation of the difference between roast dog and stewed terrapin . Hotle keepers who only charge them four dollars a day are bankrupted before the week is out, and they have to keep a close watch over them to prevent them from eating more than six meals a day. Gimsmith, the chief of the lot, gathered up a chicken salad in both hands yesterday, and lapped it up at his leisure, whilst others would insist on drinking their soup. When a waiter brought a young pig, roasted whole, on the table they refused to touch it and looked at him reproachfully in the implicit belief that he had been plundering a settler. Passing up Baltimore street, they stopped at a hair dresser;s window and remarked: "Ugh! big chief, much scalps!" Futher on their attention was attracted by a stuffed bear in front of a furrier's store, and one of them drew up his rifle and sent a bullet crashing into it. Probably the phenomenon of its invulnerability will distract the soul to that Pawnee for many a day. They were not in very good spirit yesterday. They had just heard of the sudden decease of Shack.nasty Jim, of the Modocs, in his little lava bed, and were disposed to be a little mournful about it. The virtues of the decease had endeared him to them, and they resentedhis sudden taking off through the medium of the explosion of a mortar shell in the vicinity of his diaphragm.

Indians in Baltimore. -The seven Pawnee
Indians whom Colonel Judson and Buffalo Bill have
in their train roamed loosed around the streets of the
city yesterday, and created a good deal of sensation
not unmixed with alarm. Nervous old ladies, timid
elderly gentlemen, young maidens with palpitating
hearts in their bosoms, and small boys who had scared
themselves at night reading dime novels by the light
of surreptitions candles, looked at them distrustfully,
and breathed freer after they had passed. they were
fully clad in their native costumes, with the exception
of dirt. The reason why land is so poor in
the Indian country is that they carry so much arable
soil around on their persons. Colonel Judson
originally left the plains with forty, but half of them
caught their deaths of the cold when they were introduced
to civilization and a bath tub. Those who are left.
however, rather admire life in the East. Hotel cocktails
they consider superior to the needle-gun whiskey
of the Indian traders, and their stomachs are toning
down to an appreciation of the difference between
roast dog and stewed terrapin . Hotle keepers who
only charge them four dollars a day are bankrupted
before the week is out, and they have to keep a close
watch over them to prevent them from eating more
than six meals a day. Gimsmith, the chief of the lot,
gathered up a chicken salad in both hands yesterday,
and lapped it up at his leisure, whilst others would
insist on drinking their soup. When a waiter brought
a young pig, roasted whole, on the table they refused
to touch it and looked at him reproachfully in the implicit
belief that he had been plundering a settler.
Passing up Baltimore street, they stopped at a hair
dresser;s window and remarked: "Ugh! big chief,
much scalps!" Futher on their attention was attracted
by a stuffed bear in front of a furrier's store,
and one of them drew up his rifle and sent a bullet
crashing into it. Probably the phenomenon of its invulnerability
will distract the soul to that Pawnee for
many a day. They were not in very good spirit yesterday.
They had just heard of the sudden decease
of Shack.nasty Jim, of the Modocs, in his little lava
bed, and were disposed to be a little mournful about
it. The virtues of the decease had endeared him to
them, and they resentedhis sudden taking off through
the medium of the explosion of a mortar shell in the
vicinity of his diaphragm.