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Then the killing was Imagnificents. Each act (we forget how many acts there were) closed with a grand sortenmage in which pistols and tense hawks, scalping knives and blue fire, redskins and white hunters flew around promiscuously; Buffato and Texas Jack, with revolvers in beth hands, each blazed away like a whole platoon of light infantry, until they resembled gigantic Catherine wheels a dark spot in the centre and a brilliant circle of fire outside; and when the smoke would clear away the spectators would discover that all the noble red men had been snuffed and only the good-looking hunters remained
As to the "Pawnee chiefs,". hardly came up to our ideal of the red man-but we acknowledge that we are acquainted with the noble savage principally through Cooper's norels and an occasional meeting with one of the strolling basket sellers of the Oldtown tribe. The Pawnees may be the genuine article, for aught, we know; they they looked homely enough, made igneous noises enough, and some of them spoke bad English enough; but they were as totally unlike our big Injun a ta Cooper as the stage sailor is unlike the chap who really goes down to the sea in ships. Altogether, this "sensational drama" amused us more than any play we ever saw, and we dare not hope we shall ever look upon its like again.