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Buffalo Bill.
this celebrated scout, border hero and actor last night made his fourth appearance before a Youngstwon audience, and it is superfluous to say the Opera House was crowded from gallerty to parquette front. The play, "Prairie Waif," scarcely gives opportunity for the grand natural dramatic powers of Mr. Cody, the central figure, but taken altogether gives general satidfaction. Right here it is not out of place to say a few words, now that the show is over, regarding this remarkable man, Cody. Only 38 years of age, his life has been a strange and eventful one. Frank Leslie's Times says of him:
"Of his numerous adventures, narrow escapes, Indian battles and hardships, volumes could be written, for he made his name famous along the border from Utah to texas, and, though a mere boy in years, few men were his superior in strength and endurance, while the cunning of the red man he matched with equal cunning, and, in fact, won the name of being able to out-Injun Injun."
In regard to his soubriquet "Buffalo Bill," the same authority says:
"When a boy-hunter to one of Russel, Major, and Waddell's trains carrying Government supplies west to the forts, he was alone on the prairie one day hunting, when he espied a tremendous herd of buffaloes coming toward him at full speed.
The train encampment was miles away, the boy was on foot, and there was but one chance to escape being trampled to death, and that was to reach a lone cotton wood tree some distance off.
A fleet runner, he gained the tree, and drew himself up into the branches just as the herd of thousands of buffaloes came tearing along beneath him.
Scarcely had he mentally congratulated himself upon his lucky escape, when he espied behind the herd half a hundred Sioux warriors in full pursuit, and he knew they would make short work of him, for they would also pass under the tree.
To remain was certain death, and his fertile mind saw a chance, one in a thousand, and he seized upon it at once.
He would drop down on the back of a huge buffalo bull, and thus ride out the danger.
This he did, landing astide of the back of an animal that, frightened fearfully, endeavored to throw him off, but in vain.
Fortunately the herd headed in the direction of the train encampment, and as the men ran out to secure fresh buffalo meat, they saw that one of the bulls has a rider, and a crack shot bringing the animal down, it was found to be Bill Cody, who was then and there christened Buffalo Bill."
Personally, Mr. Cody is a quiet, gentlemanly eprson in private life. During the past year he has lost over $30,000 on his ranche in Nebraska, fromthe severe winter, he being a heavy dealer in stock. The writer has vivid recollections of many thrilling incidents occurring during two years passed with Mr. Cody in Nebraska. Cody's nomination and election to the Nebraska State Senate, under the circumstances, probably goes as fat to show his popularity at home as anything else. The district is overwhelmingly Republican; Mr. Cody is a Democrat; the "boys," not liking the Republican nomination, nominated Cody and elected him by a handsome majority.
Shortly after his election, and during a legislative vacation, the Sioux, who are ever at war with the Pawnees and Omahas, made a raid under these circumstances: Each summer the Pawnees are allowed six weeks in Southern Nebraska to hunt buffalo. In 1873, while making this hunt, the Sioux gathered about fifteen hundred warriors, and making a forced march, corralled the poor Pawnees, only about 800 in number, all told, in a canyon on the Republican river. The news came to North Platte just before the terrible event which followed occurred. Cody was enjoying a social glass of lager and teiling of Indian campaigns, when a cow-boy rode in, telling the story every settler dreads--"The Sioux are on the war-path!" In less than tn minutes, fifteen men were in the saddle, Cody leading. A terribly exhausting ride, with but few stops for "breathing" the ponies, and the canon was reached. Never stopping to consult anyone, Cody, revo'ver in either hand, rode into a perfect field of carnage. Three hundred Pawnees, among them squaws and papooses, lay dead and mutilated. The Sioux chiefs, "Whistler" and "Pawneee-Killer," two as blood-thirsty red devils as ever scalped friend of enemy, were wild drunk with their carnival of blood, and declaring war upon all mankind. To cut details, in less than five minutes quiet reigned. The Sioux stopped their onslaught, the Pawnees began gathering their dead, each family to itself, and so the situation remaind until military arived, and the marauders were marched back to their reservation. This is only one of scores of instances where Cody exercised his wonderful influence over the Indians. To this influence and his judicious exercise of it, he owes most of his popularity among the border settlers. An upright business man and generous souled gentleman, "Bill" Cody has [?] of friends everywhere, and [?] in Youngstown.

Grand Opera House.
"THE PRAIRIE WAIF."
"Buffalo Bill," supported by a good company, appeared to a very large house last night--1,675 people. The Prairie Waif" is no doubt the strongest border drama now upon the stage, and contains a number of hair-breadth escapes, thrilling incidents and everything necessary to awaken the enthusiasm of the audience,

Buffalo Bill.
this celebrated scout, border hero and actor last night made his fourth appearance before a Youngstwon audience, and it is superfluous to say the Opera House was crowded from gallerty to parquette front. The play, "Prairie Waif," scarcely gives opportunity for the grand natural dramatic powers of Mr. Cody, the central figure, but taken altogether gives general satidfaction. Right here it is not out of place to say a few words, now that the show is over, regarding this remarkable man, Cody. Only 38 years of age, his life has been a strange and eventful one. Frank Leslie's Times says of him:
"Of his numerous adventures, narrow escapes, Indian battles and hardships, volumes could be written, for he made his name famous along the border from Utah to texas, and, though a mere boy in years, few men were his superior in strength and endurance, while the cunning of the red man he matched with equal cunning, and, in fact, won the name of being able to out-Injun Injun."
In regard to his soubriquet "Buffalo Bill," the same authority says:
"When a boy-hunter to one of Russel, Major, and Waddell's trains carrying Government supplies west to the forts, he was alone on the prairie one day hunting, when he espied a tremendous herd of buffaloes coming toward him at full speed.
The train encampment was miles away, the boy was on foot, and there was but one chance to escape being trampled to death, and that was to reach a lone cotton wood tree some distance off.
A fleet runner, he gained the tree, and drew himself up into the branches just as the herd of thousands of buffaloes came tearing along beneath him.
Scarcely had he mentally congratulated himself upon his lucky escape, when he espied behind the herd half a hundred Sioux warriors in full pursuit, and he knew they would make short work of him, for they would also pass under the tree.
To remain was certain death, and his fertile mind saw a chance, one in a thousand, and he seized upon it at once.
He would drop down on the back of a huge buffalo bull, and thus ride out the danger.
This he did, landing astide of the back of an animal that, frightened fearfully, endeavored to throw him off, but in vain.
Fortunately the herd headed in the direction of the train encampment, and as the men ran out to secure fresh buffalo meat, they saw that one of the bulls has a rider, and a crack shot bringing the animal down, it was found to be Bill Cody, who was then and there christened Buffalo Bill."
Personally, Mr. Cody is a quiet, gentlemanly eprson in private life. During the past year he has lost over $30,000 on his ranche in Nebraska, fromthe severe winter, he being a heavy dealer in stock. The writer has vivid recollections of many thrilling incidents occurring during two years passed with Mr. Cody in Nebraska. Cody's nomination and election to the Nebraska State Senate, under the circumstances, probably goes as fat to show his popularity at home as anything else. The district is overwhelmingly Republican; Mr. Cody is a Democrat; the "boys," not liking the Republican nomination, nominated Cody and elected him by a handsome majority.
Shortly after his election, and during a legislative vacation, the Sioux, who are ever at war with the Pawnees and Omahas, made a raid under these circumstances: Each summer the Pawnees are allowed six weeks in Southern Nebraska to hunt buffalo. In 1873, while making this hunt, the Sioux gathered about fifteen hundred warriors, and making a forced march, corralled the poor Pawnees, only about 800 in number, all told, in a canyon on the Republican river. The news came to North Platte just before the terrible event which followed occurred. Cody was enjoying a social glass of lager and teiling of Indian campaigns, when a cow-boy rode in, telling the story every settler dreads--"The Sioux are on the war-path!" In less than tn minutes, fifteen men were in the saddle, Cody leading. A terribly exhausting ride, with but few stops for "breathing" the ponies, and the canon was reached. Never stopping to consult anyone, Cody, revo'ver in either hand, rode into a perfect field of carnage. Three hundred Pawnees, among them squaws and papooses, lay dead and mutilated. The Sioux chiefs, "Whistler" and "Pawneee-Killer," two as blood-thirsty red devils as ever scalped friend of enemy, were wild drunk with their carnival of blood, and declaring war upon all mankind. To cut details, in less than five minutes quiet reigned. The Sioux stopped their onslaught, the Pawnees began gathering their dead, each family to itself, and so the situation remaind until military arived, and the marauders were marched back to their reservation. This is only one of scores of instances where Cody exercised his wonderful influence over the Indians. To this influence and his judicious exercise of it, he owes most of his popularity among the border settlers. An upright business man and generous souled gentleman, "Bill" Cody has [?] of friends everywhere, and [?] in Youngstown.

Grand Opera House.
"THE PRAIRIE WAIF."
"Buffalo Bill," supported by a good company, appeared to a very large house last night--1,675 people. The Prairie Waif" is no doubt the strongest border drama now upon the stage, and contains a number of hair-breadth escapes, thrilling incidents and everything necessary to awaken the enthusiasm of the audience,