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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; General Greeley, of Arctic fame (now of signal service), and the equally scientific explorer, Lieut. Schwatka, passed their early career in the same school and often followed "the trail" led by "Buffalo Bill"; Finerty (of the "Chicago Times"); "Modoc" Fox, and O'Kelly (of the "New York Herald"), 1876 while last year new blood among the scribblers was initiated to their baptism of fire by Harries (of "Washington Star"), McDonough ("New York Hearlad"), Cressy (of the "Omaha Bee"), Seymour ("Chicago Herald"), and Allen (of the "New York Herald"), present in the battle, who were honored by three cheers from "Old White Top" Forsythe, 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." That there are still "successors to every king" is assured by the manly scouts so prominent in last winter's rehearsal of past (hoped no more future) frontier dramas in such men as FRANK GRUARD, now the most educated of the present employed army scouts; of "LITTLE BAT," true as steel, and active as the cougar; PHILIP WELLS, LOUIS SHANGRAU, "BIG BAPTISTE," and JOHN SHANGRAU; while the friendly Indians furnish such grand material for any future necessity as "NO NECK," Major "SWORD," "RED SHIRT," and "YANKTON CHARLEY."

BILL CODY - (BY AN OLD COMRADE.)

You bet I know him, pardner, he 'aint no circus fraud,
He's Western born and Western bred, if he has been late
abroad ;
I knew him in the days way back, beyond Missouri's flow
When the country round was nothing but a huge Wild
Western Show.
When the Injuns were as thick as fleas, and the man who
ventured through
The sand hills of Nebraska had to fight the hostile Sioux ;
These were hot times, I tell you; and we all remember still.
The days when Cody was a scout, and all the men knew Bill.

I knew him first in Kansas, in the days of '68,
When the Cheyennes and Arapahoes were wiping from the
slate
Old scores against the settlers, and when men who wore the
blue.
With shoulder straps and way up rank, were glad to be helped
through
By a bearer of dispatches, who knew each vale and hill.
From Dakota down to Texas, and his other name was Bill.

I mind me too of '76, the time when Cody took
His scouts upon the Rosebud ; along with General Crook ;
When Custer's Seventh rode to their death for lack of some
such aide
To tell them that the sneaking Sioux knew how to armbuscade;
I saw Bill's fight with "Yellow Hand," you bet it was a "mill,"
He downed him well at thirty yards, and all the men cheered
Bill.

They tell me that the women folk now take his word as
laws.
In them days laws were mighty skerce, and hardly passed
with squaws.
But many a hardy settler's wife and daughter used to rest
More quietly because they knew of Cody's dauntless breast ;
Because they felt from Laramie way down to Old Fort Sill,
Bill Cody was a trusted scout, and all their men knew Bill.

I haven't seen him much of late, how does he bear his
years?
They say he's making ducats now from shows and not from
"steers,"
He used to be a judge of "horns," when poured in a tin cup.
And left the wine to tenderfeet, and men who felt "way up."
Perhaps he cracks a bottle now, perhaps he's had his fill.
Who cares, Bill Cody was a scout, and all the world knows
Bill.

To see him in his trimmin's, he can't hardly look the
same,
With laundered shirt and diamonds, as if "he run a game,"
He didn't were biled linen then, or flash up diamond rings,
The royalties he dreamed of then were only pasteboard kings,
But those who sat behind the queens were apt to get their fill,
In the days when Cody was a scout, and all the men knew
Bill.

Gridiron Club, WM. E. ANNIN,
Washington, D. C., Feb. 28, 1591. Lincoln (Neb.) Journal.

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GHOST-DANCES IN THE WEST.
ORIGIN AND DEVELOPMENT OF THE MESSIAH CRAZE AND THE GHOST-DANCE.

PINE RIDGE RESERVATION. - There have often happened, in the history of the human

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; General Greeley, of Arctic fame (now of signal service), and the equally scientific explorer, Lieut. Schwatka, passed their early career in the same school and often followed "the trail" led by "Buffalo Bill"; Finerty (of the "Chicago Times"); "Modoc" Fox, and O'Kelly (of the "New York Herald"), 1876 while last year new blood among the scribblers was initiated to their baptism of fire by Harries (of "Washington Star"), McDonough ("New York Hearlad"), Cressy (of the "Omaha Bee"), Seymour ("Chicago Herald"), and Allen (of the "New York Herald"), present in the battle, who were honored by three cheers from "Old White Top" Forsythe, 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." That there are still "successors to every king" is assured by the manly scouts so prominent in last winter's rehearsal of past (hoped no more future) frontier dramas in such men as FRANK GRUARD, now the most educated of the present employed army scouts; of "LITTLE BAT," true as steel, and active as the cougar; PHILIP WELLS, LOUIS SHANGRAU, "BIG BAPTISTE," and JOHN SHANGRAU; while the friendly Indians furnish such grand material for any future necessity as "NO NECK," Major "SWORD," "RED SHIRT," and "YANKTON CHARLEY."

BILL CODY - (BY AN OLD COMRADE.)

You bet I know him, pardner, he 'aint no circus fraud,
He's Western born and Western bred, if he has been late
abroad ;
I knew him in the days way back, beyond Missouri's flow
When the country round was nothing but a huge Wild
Western Show.
When the Injuns were as thick as fleas, and the man who
ventured through
The sand hills of Nebraska had to fight the hostile Sioux ;
These were hot times, I tell you; and we all remember still.
The days when Cody was a scout, and all the men knew Bill.

I knew him first in Kansas, in the days of '68,
When the Cheyennes and Arapahoes were wiping from the
slate
Old scores against the settlers, and when men who wore the
blue.
With shoulder straps and way up rank, were glad to be helped
through
By a bearer of dispatches, who knew each vale and hill.
From Dakota down to Texas, and his other name was Bill.

I mind me too of '76, the time when Cody took
His scouts upon the Rosebud ; along with General Crook ;
When Custer's Seventh rode to their death for lack of some
such aide
To tell them that the sneaking Sioux knew how to armbuscade;
I saw Bill's fight with "Yellow Hand," you bet it was a "mill,"
He downed him well at thirty yards, and all the men cheered
Bill.

They tell me that the women folk now take his word as
laws.
In them days laws were mighty skerce, and hardly passed
with squaws.
But many a hardy settler's wife and daughter used to rest
More quietly because they knew of Cody's dauntless breast ;
Because they felt from Laramie way down to Old Fort Sill,
Bill Cody was a trusted scout, and all their men knew Bill.

I haven't seen him much of late, how does he bear his
years?
They say he's making ducats now from shows and not from
"steers,"
He used to be a judge of "horns," when poured in a tin cup.
And left the wine to tenderfeet, and men who felt "way up."
Perhaps he cracks a bottle now, perhaps he's had his fill.
Who cares, Bill Cody was a scout, and all the world knows
Bill.

To see him in his trimmin's, he can't hardly look the
same,
With laundered shirt and diamonds, as if "he run a game,"
He didn't were biled linen then, or flash up diamond rings,
The royalties he dreamed of then were only pasteboard kings,
But those who sat behind the queens were apt to get their fill,
In the days when Cody was a scout, and all the men knew
Bill.

Gridiron Club, WM. E. ANNIN,
Washington, D. C., Feb. 28, 1591. Lincoln (Neb.) Journal.

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GHOST-DANCES IN THE WEST.
ORIGIN AND DEVELOPMENT OF THE MESSIAH CRAZE AND THE GHOST-DANCE.

PINE RIDGE RESERVATION. - There have often happened, in the history of the human