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AT THEIR JOURNEY'S END.

frontiersman. having hunted in the country of the Sioux for the last fifty years. He is 71 years old now, but hearty and vigorous and full of enthusiasm on the subject of the rare collection of fossils, relics, and curiosities which he has brought with him for exhibition as a part of Col. Cody's wild west show.

When at last the warriors left the Illinois Central train and entered the domains of Buffalo Bill a group of Arabs rushed forward to meet them. The denizens of the far eastern desert and the prairies of the great northwest shook hands, while Col. Cody stood by and witnessed this triumphs of his ambition with a face beaming with pleasure. But the braves made only a short stop for ceremonies and quickly ranged themselves about the long tables in the barracks, where roast beef and coffee disappeared in startling quantities.

Probably no feature of the world's fair will attract more universal interest than this band of fighting Sioux fresh from the hostile fields of Wounded Knee and Pine Ridge.

NEWS RECORD - APRIL 20TH

SIOUX CHIEFS ARRIVE.
-------------------------
PINE RIDGE WARRIORS ARE HERE
-------------------------
Seventy-Six Ogallalla Indians Come to Join Buffalo Bill's Wild West Show Near
the Exposition Grounds - In War Paint and Feathers.
-----------
THE CHICAGO RECORD
WORLD'S FAIR BUREAU.
Buffalo Bill shook hands with seventy-six Ogallalla Sioux Indians yesterday fresh from Pine Ridge agency. They came in on the Northwestern's Omaha train at 2:30 in the afternoon. Passengers in the waiting-room of the depot heard first a deep, guttural intonation. This came from under the bedizened blanket of Chief No-Neck. Then he beat time with a

{IMAGE}

JOHN NELSON, THE SCOUT.

feathered was club and a chorus of lusty yells frightened women and children. The Indians repeated this thrice with increased gusto. The uproar at a college foot-ball game was nothing to be compared with it.

Maj. Burke, Buffalo Bill's manager, received them with amazing cordiality and they evinced

{IMAGE}

CHIEF NO NECK.

the greatest pleasure to shake his hand, which they did with much grunting and waving plumes.

Greeted the Distinguised Chiefs.

Young Jack Red Cloud, Rocky Bear, Standing Bear, White Cloud and No-Neck were the chiefs who stalked up to Col. Coyd, Nate Salsbury and Maj. Burke and shook hands with them. All are influential men among the Indians and are fine-looking specimens of the red-skins.

Few of the Sioux are below six feet in height. Oakly Schneider and Jones Asey, who came

{IMAGE}
AN INDIAN MAIDEN.

with the Indians, said that they were the pick of the nation, and their appearance justified the assertion. They were tricked out in all the bravery of war paint and battle clothes, and their stern faces were frescoed with pigments which rivaled Dutch tulips in the intensity and variety of colors. Their well-greased hair was

{IMAGE}
ONE OF THE YOUNG MEN.

carried in two heavy braids behind their ears and were embellished with eagle feathers, foxes tails, minkskins and colored plumes. Geometrical designs wrought in quills, beads, and shells adorned their leggings, belts and shirts and bright blankets were wrapped around their shoulders or thrown over their heads. Seven squaws and four children competed for satrotial honors with the braves.

Shortly after the Wild West encampment at 68d street was invaded the Indians began putting up the twelve tents which will house them for the next six months, and the energetic industry displayed by the Sioux failed to confirm the time-honored tradition that "Lo" always sits around in solitary grandeur while Mrs

"lo" builds wigwams, splits kindling, cooks, tans leather, makes buckskin clothing and raises all the crops.

Have Visited Foreign Cities.
Although the majority of the Indians had never been a hundred miles away from home before, several had been with Buffalo Bill in England, Paris and New York. An English soldier belonging to the Wild West outfit, and who had fully digested the Leather Stocking wildly painted Sioux and said: "How? Heap wet."
"Yes," drawled Rocky Bear, who spent eighteen months in Europe; "it's rawther nawsty, me boy." and rolled a cigarette in the most approved club style.
Old Red Cloud, Young-Man-Afraid-of-His-Horses and Two-Strikes are expected Sunday. They visit the World's Fair as guests of Buffalo Bill, and twenty-five other Indians will probably come with them.
John Nelson trapper, scout and interpreter, accompanied the red men from Pine Ridge. He is a well-known character in southwest Dakota, and in the course of his forty years on the plains has gathered a large colection of petrifacations and Indian Curiosities of which he is extemely proud. He reported that the trip from the agency was uneventful and that the Indians came through with the nonchalance of globe-trotters. Last night the campfires were blazing and the Indians were entirely at home though they were digusted with the weather.

Enter Ocean Apl. 20th.

MEN WHO CAN RIDE.

Buffalo Bill's Camp of Roughriders of All Nations.

ARABS OF THE DESERT.

Cavalrymen of the Steppes and Their Chief.

Teresa Dean Dines with Colonel Cody and Views His Cossacks and Lancers.

To be or not to be systematic is the question with me just now. I've a sneaking sort of a conviction that one or the other is all wrong. Common sense told me several days ago that the thing to do was to map out a plan for the day before starting for the exposition. Each day I have systemically laid out a line of investigation, and so far the line for the first day has not been checked off. I looked over the list yesterday. It worried me. I would start early and accomplish something. I would make a bee line for the exhibit from Ceylon. I left the train at the nearest entrance to this exhibit, so as not to be tempted to loiter on the way through the grounds. A lot of people who have alighted from the train with me seemed to be unable to get out of my way, so I made some desperate jumps across a muddy road to the other side. That settled it. I brought up at the entrance to Buffalo Bill's camp of the nations. I went in just for a minute, though I was "Positively No Admittance" over the gateway. I never thought of Ceylon again, and neither would you.

It was just dinner time in the camp, and everybody was over in the eating-tent said a man at the gate. To see people of all nations eating together would be interesting. I turned involuntarily toward the eating-tent.

Saw Bill's People Eat.

A man was leaning against a tree who looked as if he could tell me anything I wanted to know. It was the steward. He said that they were all rather disorganized. as yet, but to come right in. He lifted a canvas curtain and we were in the kitchen. At the left was a long dining room with several tables and set for about 125 people. It was the dining-room prepared for the Indians, who were expected at 2:15. We went to the right and there were ten long tables filled with the people of all nations. There was a cowboy hand at one table, the regular musicians at another, at the next the cowboy rough-riders. Then came the Mexican soldiers and the American soldiers - a detachment of the Sixtn Cavalry on a turlough - at the fifth table. On the other side of the tent at the farther

visits his parents often. He is one of thirty children. His father has four wives. His mother has fourteen children, and for this reason his father thinks more of her than of his other wives. There are eight of th women here with these Morocco Arabs, all closely veiled. I have been promised a glimpse of their faces - there were too many men around for this yesterday.

TERESA DEAN.

table were the English soldiers - the Landers, formerly of the Prince of Wales' Regiment. Then came of the German soldiers, and between them and the French soldiers were the Russians - the Cossacks from Caucassia. The Arabs came next, and in the same part of the tent men belonging to the business staff were dining.

We returned to the kitchen. And if the Humane Society could have seen that menu, and the food prepared for the expected Indians! never again would they bother about the way Buffalo Bill feeds his Indians or other people entrusted to his care.

Dine with Colonel Cody.

The savory odor made me hungry. Just as I was wishing they would invite me to dinner the curtain lifted and Colonel Cody - the famous Buffalo Bill - walked in and - I was invited to dinner. On one side was a small table set for two or three. Colonel Cody spoke to a pleasant-faced little woman who came forward and whom he introduced as Mamma Whittake. Mamma Whittaker is everybody's mama. She takes care of all the 400 people - givs them medicine, ties up scratches, bandages up sprains, takes care of the wardrobes, and has been with the company for ten years. She has a diploma as a physician. Everybody calls her "Mamma," and she calls them "dear." While we were eating our dinner she was called away several times to listen to the wants of different ones. After dinner we started out to make some calls in the camp. The first one was on the Russian prince - Prince Macharadze. He could not speak a word of English, but his manners were those of a prince. In London he received a great deal of attention. He was entertained by the Prince of Wales and also presented to Queen Vistoria, which, of course, established his social position. He wore the Cossack costume, with a row of cartridges across his chest. There are about twenty-five soldiers in the different companies of the nations, and their tents are pitched as when they are in service for their own countries. Sitting Bull's tepee, or log hut, has been brought here, and near it stands the old Treasury coach - the same one that "calamity jane" brought into Deadwood with the driver dead by her side and two passengers killed on the inside.

The Baby Buffaloes.

I was particularly anxious to make one call, and that was on Columbus and Isabella. They had arrived during the night. They are two little buffaloes. As we arrived at the enclosure I heard Colonel Cody ask the man if there was an danger. He said no. This man is John Higby, and he ought to know. He has taken care of buffaloes for thirty years. And by the way, he is partner of the famous stage driver Hank Monk, who said to Horace Greely, in his ride through the mountains: "Keep your seat, Horace, I'll git you there on time."

He said no, but I noticed that he took a long, two-tined pitchfork in his hands and went with us. I climbed up on th eside of the rail stall to look at the baby buffalo, and pay my respects to Columbus first. Columbus' buffalo mother did not like it. Before I had time to any more than see that Columbus was a most fashionable tan clor, she made a bound for me, and I never stopped to admire these fast-becoming extinct bisons of the prairies. I rushed out of the gate and into another danger. A cowboy was bounding through the air on the back of a mad and unmanageable pony. It was as dangerous to run one way as the other. So I stood still and said my prayers, expecting every minute to be lifted from my feet from the back and trampled under foot in front. Colonel Cody and John Higby, however, did not seem very much aiarmed. As nothing happened we went on to see Isabella. I looked through a window at her, and her buffalo mother seemed to know that I could not hurt her baby from the window. No one but John Higby can go very near the buffaloes with safety.

We walked around the immense arena and watched the cowboys and Mexicans train their ponies for a while. None of the soldiers drilled, though it is usually a part of the day's programme. General Miles and the regular army officers are very much interested in studying the military tactics of other countries, and are frequent visitors to the arena.

Arabs of the Desert.

And then we went back to one of the tents and waited for the arrival of the Indians. While we were sitting there ten Arabs with their "sheik" came to call on us. These Arabs are from Morocco, in the northwestern part of Africa, and are very different from the Arabs in Midway plaisance. They never pray if there is a particle of dirt on them. To pray is their life. They are all athletes. Two of them were of immense stature, and it is nothing for them to carry the ten men on their shoulders, one above the other. There is a dervish with them. He can "twist" - whirl around - for an hour. They say that he is asleep in five minutes and whirls in an unconscious state after that. When he regains consciousness he tells them of the beautiful land to which he has been. He is very sacred to the other Arabs. They were all awaiting very anxiously for the arrival of the Indians. The interpreter told them that an Indian could ride and run a horse without any saddle. They said they could do that also, and were quite inclined to be jealous of this one accomplishment of the Indians.

The interpreter has traveled a great deal, and has lived in this country. He

Ocean Apl. 22

BUFFALO BILL'S BIG SHOW

All Previous Displays of the Colonel to Be Eclipsed this Year.

After habing shown the nations of Europe some of the people, with their habits and customs, of the Wild West, Buffalo Bill has returned to America determined to outdo all his former efforts in the show line. With that object in view he has secured fourteen acres of space at Sixty-second street, just outside the World's Fair grounds, for his great show this Summer. In addition to the representations of Indian life, however, the show this year is to contain a "congress of the primitive horsemen of the world," which will show 450 men of all nationalities in their country's costumes in a series of equestrian exhibitions of skill. Buffalo Bill says it will be the greatest show that he ever produced, and those who know the "Colonel" believe him.

AT THEIR JOURNEY'S END.

frontiersman. having hunted in the country of the Sioux for the last fifty years. He is 71 years old now, but hearty and vigorous and full of enthusiasm on the subject of the rare collection of fossils, relics, and curiosities which he has brought with him for exhibition as a part of Col. Cody's wild west show.

When at last the warriors left the Illinois Central train and entered the domains of Buffalo Bill a group of Arabs rushed forward to meet them. The denizens of the far eastern desert and the prairies of the great northwest shook hands, while Col. Cody stood by and witnessed this triumphs of his ambition with a face beaming with pleasure. But the braves made only a short stop for ceremonies and quickly ranged themselves about the long tables in the barracks, where roast beef and coffee disappeared in startling quantities.

Probably no feature of the world's fair will attract more universal interest than this band of fighting Sioux fresh from the hostile fields of Wounded Knee and Pine Ridge.

NEWS RECORD - APRIL 20TH

SIOUX CHIEFS ARRIVE.
-------------------------
PINE RIDGE WARRIORS ARE HERE
-------------------------
Seventy-Six Ogallalla Indians Come to Join Buffalo Bill's Wild West Show Near
the Exposition Grounds - In War Paint and Feathers.
-----------
THE CHICAGO RECORD
WORLD'S FAIR BUREAU.
Buffalo Bill shook hands with seventy-six Ogallalla Sioux Indians yesterday fresh from Pine Ridge agency. They came in on the Northwestern's Omaha train at 2:30 in the afternoon. Passengers in the waiting-room of the depot heard first a deep, guttural intonation. This came from under the bedizened blanket of Chief No-Neck. Then he beat time with a

{IMAGE}

JOHN NELSON, THE SCOUT.

feathered was club and a chorus of lusty yells frightened women and children. The Indians repeated this thrice with increased gusto. The uproar at a college foot-ball game was nothing to be compared with it.

Maj. Burke, Buffalo Bill's manager, received them with amazing cordiality and they evinced

{IMAGE}

CHIEF NO NECK.

the greatest pleasure to shake his hand, which they did with much grunting and waving plumes.

Greeted the Distinguised Chiefs.

Young Jack Red Cloud, Rocky Bear, Standing Bear, White Cloud and No-Neck were the chiefs who stalked up to Col. Coyd, Nate Salsbury and Maj. Burke and shook hands with them. All are influential men among the Indians and are fine-looking specimens of the red-skins.

Few of the Sioux are below six feet in height. Oakly Schneider and Jones Asey, who came

{IMAGE}
AN INDIAN MAIDEN.

with the Indians, said that they were the pick of the nation, and their appearance justified the assertion. They were tricked out in all the bravery of war paint and battle clothes, and their stern faces were frescoed with pigments which rivaled Dutch tulips in the intensity and variety of colors. Their well-greased hair was

{IMAGE}
ONE OF THE YOUNG MEN.

carried in two heavy braids behind their ears and were embellished with eagle feathers, foxes tails, minkskins and colored plumes. Geometrical designs wrought in quills, beads, and shells adorned their leggings, belts and shirts and bright blankets were wrapped around their shoulders or thrown over their heads. Seven squaws and four children competed for satrotial honors with the braves.

Shortly after the Wild West encampment at 68d street was invaded the Indians began putting up the twelve tents which will house them for the next six months, and the energetic industry displayed by the Sioux failed to confirm the time-honored tradition that "Lo" always sits around in solitary grandeur while Mrs

"lo" builds wigwams, splits kindling, cooks, tans leather, makes buckskin clothing and raises all the crops.

Have Visited Foreign Cities.
Although the majority of the Indians had never been a hundred miles away from home before, several had been with Buffalo Bill in England, Paris and New York. An English soldier belonging to the Wild West outfit, and who had fully digested the Leather Stocking wildly painted Sioux and said: "How? Heap wet."
"Yes," drawled Rocky Bear, who spent eighteen months in Europe; "it's rawther nawsty, me boy." and rolled a cigarette in the most approved club style.
Old Red Cloud, Young-Man-Afraid-of-His-Horses and Two-Strikes are expected Sunday. They visit the World's Fair as guests of Buffalo Bill, and twenty-five other Indians will probably come with them.
John Nelson trapper, scout and interpreter, accompanied the red men from Pine Ridge. He is a well-known character in southwest Dakota, and in the course of his forty years on the plains has gathered a large colection of petrifacations and Indian Curiosities of which he is extemely proud. He reported that the trip from the agency was uneventful and that the Indians came through with the nonchalance of globe-trotters. Last night the campfires were blazing and the Indians were entirely at home though they were digusted with the weather.

Enter Ocean Apl. 20th.

MEN WHO CAN RIDE.

Buffalo Bill's Camp of Roughriders of All Nations.

ARABS OF THE DESERT.

Cavalrymen of the Steppes and Their Chief.

Teresa Dean Dines with Colonel Cody and Views His Cossacks and Lancers.

To be or not to be systematic is the question with me just now. I've a sneaking sort of a conviction that one or the other is all wrong. Common sense told me several days ago that the thing to do was to map out a plan for the day before starting for the exposition. Each day I have systemically laid out a line of investigation, and so far the line for the first day has not been checked off. I looked over the list yesterday. It worried me. I would start early and accomplish something. I would make a bee line for the exhibit from Ceylon. I left the train at the nearest entrance to this exhibit, so as not to be tempted to loiter on the way through the grounds. A lot of people who have alighted from the train with me seemed to be unable to get out of my way, so I made some desperate jumps across a muddy road to the other side. That settled it. I brought up at the entrance to Buffalo Bill's camp of the nations. I went in just for a minute, though I was "Positively No Admittance" over the gateway. I never thought of Ceylon again, and neither would you.

It was just dinner time in the camp, and everybody was over in the eating-tent said a man at the gate. To see people of all nations eating together would be interesting. I turned involuntarily toward the eating-tent.

Saw Bill's People Eat.

A man was leaning against a tree who looked as if he could tell me anything I wanted to know. It was the steward. He said that they were all rather disorganized. as yet, but to come right in. He lifted a canvas curtain and we were in the kitchen. At the left was a long dining room with several tables and set for about 125 people. It was the dining-room prepared for the Indians, who were expected at 2:15. We went to the right and there were ten long tables filled with the people of all nations. There was a cowboy hand at one table, the regular musicians at another, at the next the cowboy rough-riders. Then came the Mexican soldiers and the American soldiers - a detachment of the Sixtn Cavalry on a turlough - at the fifth table. On the other side of the tent at the farther

visits his parents often. He is one of thirty children. His father has four wives. His mother has fourteen children, and for this reason his father thinks more of her than of his other wives. There are eight of th women here with these Morocco Arabs, all closely veiled. I have been promised a glimpse of their faces - there were too many men around for this yesterday.

TERESA DEAN.

table were the English soldiers - the Landers, formerly of the Prince of Wales' Regiment. Then came of the German soldiers, and between them and the French soldiers were the Russians - the Cossacks from Caucassia. The Arabs came next, and in the same part of the tent men belonging to the business staff were dining.

We returned to the kitchen. And if the Humane Society could have seen that menu, and the food prepared for the expected Indians! never again would they bother about the way Buffalo Bill feeds his Indians or other people entrusted to his care.

Dine with Colonel Cody.

The savory odor made me hungry. Just as I was wishing they would invite me to dinner the curtain lifted and Colonel Cody - the famous Buffalo Bill - walked in and - I was invited to dinner. On one side was a small table set for two or three. Colonel Cody spoke to a pleasant-faced little woman who came forward and whom he introduced as Mamma Whittake. Mamma Whittaker is everybody's mama. She takes care of all the 400 people - givs them medicine, ties up scratches, bandages up sprains, takes care of the wardrobes, and has been with the company for ten years. She has a diploma as a physician. Everybody calls her "Mamma," and she calls them "dear." While we were eating our dinner she was called away several times to listen to the wants of different ones. After dinner we started out to make some calls in the camp. The first one was on the Russian prince - Prince Macharadze. He could not speak a word of English, but his manners were those of a prince. In London he received a great deal of attention. He was entertained by the Prince of Wales and also presented to Queen Vistoria, which, of course, established his social position. He wore the Cossack costume, with a row of cartridges across his chest. There are about twenty-five soldiers in the different companies of the nations, and their tents are pitched as when they are in service for their own countries. Sitting Bull's tepee, or log hut, has been brought here, and near it stands the old Treasury coach - the same one that "calamity jane" brought into Deadwood with the driver dead by her side and two passengers killed on the inside.

The Baby Buffaloes.

I was particularly anxious to make one call, and that was on Columbus and Isabella. They had arrived during the night. They are two little buffaloes. As we arrived at the enclosure I heard Colonel Cody ask the man if there was an danger. He said no. This man is John Higby, and he ought to know. He has taken care of buffaloes for thirty years. And by the way, he is partner of the famous stage driver Hank Monk, who said to Horace Greely, in his ride through the mountains: "Keep your seat, Horace, I'll git you there on time."

He said no, but I noticed that he took a long, two-tined pitchfork in his hands and went with us. I climbed up on th eside of the rail stall to look at the baby buffalo, and pay my respects to Columbus first. Columbus' buffalo mother did not like it. Before I had time to any more than see that Columbus was a most fashionable tan clor, she made a bound for me, and I never stopped to admire these fast-becoming extinct bisons of the prairies. I rushed out of the gate and into another danger. A cowboy was bounding through the air on the back of a mad and unmanageable pony. It was as dangerous to run one way as the other. So I stood still and said my prayers, expecting every minute to be lifted from my feet from the back and trampled under foot in front. Colonel Cody and John Higby, however, did not seem very much aiarmed. As nothing happened we went on to see Isabella. I looked through a window at her, and her buffalo mother seemed to know that I could not hurt her baby from the window. No one but John Higby can go very near the buffaloes with safety.

We walked around the immense arena and watched the cowboys and Mexicans train their ponies for a while. None of the soldiers drilled, though it is usually a part of the day's programme. General Miles and the regular army officers are very much interested in studying the military tactics of other countries, and are frequent visitors to the arena.

Arabs of the Desert.

And then we went back to one of the tents and waited for the arrival of the Indians. While we were sitting there ten Arabs with their "sheik" came to call on us. These Arabs are from Morocco, in the northwestern part of Africa, and are very different from the Arabs in Midway plaisance. They never pray if there is a particle of dirt on them. To pray is their life. They are all athletes. Two of them were of immense stature, and it is nothing for them to carry the ten men on their shoulders, one above the other. There is a dervish with them. He can "twist" - whirl around - for an hour. They say that he is asleep in five minutes and whirls in an unconscious state after that. When he regains consciousness he tells them of the beautiful land to which he has been. He is very sacred to the other Arabs. They were all awaiting very anxiously for the arrival of the Indians. The interpreter told them that an Indian could ride and run a horse without any saddle. They said they could do that also, and were quite inclined to be jealous of this one accomplishment of the Indians.

The interpreter has traveled a great deal, and has lived in this country. He

Ocean Apl. 22

BUFFALO BILL'S BIG SHOW

All Previous Displays of the Colonel to Be Eclipsed this Year.

After habing shown the nations of Europe some of the people, with their habits and customs, of the Wild West, Buffalo Bill has returned to America determined to outdo all his former efforts in the show line. With that object in view he has secured fourteen acres of space at Sixty-second street, just outside the World's Fair grounds, for his great show this Summer. In addition to the representations of Indian life, however, the show this year is to contain a "congress of the primitive horsemen of the world," which will show 450 men of all nationalities in their country's costumes in a series of equestrian exhibitions of skill. Buffalo Bill says it will be the greatest show that he ever produced, and those who know the "Colonel" believe him.