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table were the English soldiers - the Landers,
formerly of the Prince of Wales' Regiment.
Then came 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.

DINED 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 Wittaker. Mamma Wittaker is
everybody's mamma. She takes care of all the
400 people - gives 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 teh 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
Victoria, 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 Clumbus 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 thiry years. And by the way, he is a 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 the side 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 color, 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
Hibgy, however, did not seem very much
alarmed. As nothing happened we went on
to see Isabella. I looked thorugh 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
all have a high social position in their own
country. Their costues are very handsome,
and they are all exquistely neat in appearance.
It is their religion to be so.
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 waiting 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 Indian.

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

DINED 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 Wittaker. Mamma Wittaker is everybody's mamma. She takes care of all the 400 people - gives 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 ot make some calls in teh 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 Victoria, 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 Clumbus 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 thiry years. And by the way, he is a 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 the side 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 color, she mad 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 Hibgy, however, did not seem very much alarmed. As nothing happened we went on to see Isabella. I looked thorugh a window at her, and her buffalo mother seemed to know that I could not hurt her baby from teh window. No one but John Higby can go very near the buffaloes with safety.

We walked around the immense areana 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 all have a high social position in their own country. Their costues are very handsome, and they are all exquistely neat in appearance. It is their religion to be so. 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 waiting 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 Indian.

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

Teresa Dean.