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Mail May 25

A queer incident took place yesterday in
the rotunda of the administration building.
Col. Cody Sioux chieftains, headed by Col.
Burke, had halted for a few minutes to admire
the beauties of its great inner dome.
They were gaudily dressed up, their faces besmeared
with ochre and red paint; eagle
feathers stuck out from their head dress, and
beads covered up half of their naked
shoulders. Although themselves observing
the beauties of that place, they were without
doubt the observed of all observers.

Two middle-aged men who stood off in a
corner of one of the pavilions, and whose
general appearance confessed the Briton in
them, had been observing the redskins intently
for some minutes, Indeed one of them
had made a move as if to go to the group of
dusky bravos. Suddenly, as if impelled by
some unknown force which ho could not resist,
he rushed forward and, touching one of
the painted Indians on the shoulder, remarked
in a voice loud enough for any one to
hear.

"Pon me word, but this is me hold friend,
Rain-in-the-Face."

The Indian thus addressed turned half-
way round and gave ejaculation to a robust,
if somewhat guttural, "Ugh."

"I soy, hold fellow, you surely must remember
me. Hi'm Musgrove-hold Mussie,
'im as took you fox 'unting in hold Cheshire,
don't you know."

The Indian's eyes dilated, a flash of recognition
shot through them, he showed his
white teeth, and with many satisfactory
grunts threw his arms around the Briton's
waist and actually danced him a measure
there on the mosaic floor. Then he took
him to Col. Burke, introduced him, and
when the little band started to go out the
Englishman and American Indian went away
arm in arm.

"I have seen many strange sights out
west," remarked the commissioner from
North Dakota, who happened to be present
when this little incident took place, “but
this is certainly more than I had ever anticipated,
and the Columbian exposition is the
only place where such a thing was possible."

the rotunda of the administration building. Col. Cody Sioux chieftains, headed by Col. Burke, had halted for a few minutes to admire the beauties of its great inner dome. They were gaudily dressed up, their faces besmeared with ochre and red paint; eagle feathers stuck out from their head dress, and beads covered up half of their naked shoulders. Although themselves observing the beauties of that place, they were without doubt the observed of all observers.

Two middle-aged men who stood off in a corner of one of the pavilions, and whose general appearance confessed the Briton in them, had been observing the redskins intently for some minutes, Indeed one of them had made a move as if to go to the group of dusky bravos. Suddenly, as if impelled by some unknown force which ho could not resist, he rushed forward and, touching one of the painted Indians on the shoulder, remarked in a voice loud enough for anyone to hear.

"Pon me word, but this is me hold friend, Rain-in-the-Face."

The Indian thus addressed turned half- way round and gave ejaculation to a robust, if somewhat guttural, "Ugh."

"I soy, hold fellow, you surely must remember me. Hi'm Musgrove-hold Mussie, 'im as took you fox 'unting in hold Cheshire, don't you know." The Indian's eyes dilated, a flash of recognition shot through them, he showed his white teeth, and with many satisfactory grunts threw his arms around the Briton's waist and actually danced him a measure there on the mosaic floor. Then he took him to Col. Burke, introduced him, and when the little band started to go out the Englishman and American Indian went away arm in arm.

"I have seen many strange sights out west," remarked the commissioner from North Dakota, who happened to be present when this little incident took place, “but this is certainly more than I had ever anticipated, and the Columbian exposition is the only place where such a thing was possible."