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bringing to the minds of all--white men, 'friendlies,' and "hostiles"--the contributing cause of the late regret able campaign--the "Messiah craze"-- an interest intensified by the fact that the aesthetic-looking "SHORT BULL," and some of the others, had been the leading fanatical believers (probably even apparently conscientious), promoters, and disciples of the still mysterious religious disease that lately agitated the Indian race in America. In fact, after the death of "SITTING BULL," the central figures of this strange belief were "SHORT BULL" as the religious leader, and "KICKING BEAR" as the War Chief. Grouped together with "SCATTER," "REVENGE," and others, in moody contemplation of this subject was the late defier of a mighty nation of 65,000,000 people--nearly all of whom teach or preach that truthfulness of the picture's traditions. A man in two short months transported from the indescribably desolate, almost inaccesible natural fortresses of the Bad Lands (Mauvaise Terre) of Dakota to the ancient city of Antwerp, gazing spellbound on the artistic reproduction, by the renowned artist, of the red man's late dream--"The Messiah." Respect for his thoughts and the natural stoical nature of the Indian leaves to fure opportunity an interesting interrogative of what passed through the mind of the subtle chief. Suffice to say that surprise at the white man's many-sided character, and the greatness of his resources in the past and present, was beginning to dawn more and more on the new tourists. Arriving the next day at Strasburg--introduction to the cowboys, the camp life, the Cathedral, the great clock, the fortifications, etc., was followed by the delight of each brace on receiving his pony, and once more with history friend, the horse, the Ogallalla and Brule in a few day felt as though "Richard was himself again."

Joining more heartily than was expected in the mimic scenes of the "Wild West," soon the ordinary routine of daily duties seemed a pleasant diversion. A grand reception in Strasburg, the tour resumed to Carlsruhe, Mannheim--including a visit to Heidelberg Castle--Mayence, Wiesbaden, to Cologne (the Rhine legengs of Lurline, etc., giving interest to the Peau Rogue en route), Dortmund, Duisburg, Crefeld and Aix-la-Chapelle, terminated a tour of Germany filled with the most pleasannt recollections. The tomb of Charlemagne (Carolo Magno)! The history of this great warrior was interpreted to attentive ears, a lesson being instilled by the relation that after all his glory, his battles, triumphs, and conquests in which he defeated the dusky African prototypes of the present visitors to his tomb, peace brought him to pursure knowledge, to cultivate that arts and sciences, and that after two hundred years of entombment his body was found by Otto, the Saxon, sitting erect upon a granite throne, the iron crown upon his head, imperial sceptre in right hand, while his left rested on an open volume of Holy Scriptures, the index finger pointed to the well-known passage.--"What will it profit a man if he gain the whole world and lose his own soul?" Here by the grave of the founder of Christianity stoof the latest novitiates to its efforts, who may yet, in following its teachings, it is hoped, make such progress through its aid and education as to furnish one of their race capable of holding the exalted chieftainship--the Presidency of their native land--the Empire of the West. Who can say--why not?

Belgium--Brussels, its Paris, brings vividly to mind, in its semblance of language, people habits, beauty, wealth, culture and appreciation remembrances of our delightful sojourn in the capital of the how-truly-named La Belle France. Visit Waterloo. From Pine Ridge to historic Waterloo! Our immense success, courteous treatment, the repeated visits and kindly interest of that most amiable lady, the Queen and enthusiastic horsewoman, her pleasant reference to London in the Jubilee year, combined to increase the gratitude the Wild West Voyagers feel for the treatment everywhere recieved in Europe since, in 1887, we invaded "Old England," and pitched our tents in the World's Metropolis--London. So, after a short season in Antwerp, our motley cargo set sail across the North Sea to make a complete our farewell visit to our cousins of the isle, revel in a common language (bringing a new pleasure to the ear), hoping to receive a continuance of that amicable appreciation of our humble efforts that the past seemed to justify. Landing at Grimsby and proceeding to Leeds in Yorkshire we commenced a provincial tour of Great Britain. The reception everywhere accorded us was so hearty in its nature that a sentiment of relationship insensibly permeated the Yankee exiles. From Leeds we went to Liverpool the great shipping port, thence to Manchester where old friendships were renewed and new ones formed--a notable event being, a benefit to nineteen of the Balaclava survivors (who were indigent), resulting in great success, not only financially, but from an historic point, because of the participation in our performance of three generations, the past, present and future English soldier--in the battle scarred veterans; the Prince of Wales' Own (Lancers) and the boy cadets of the city. Sheffield with its busy factories was next visited and the Indian found a new cause for amazement in the world's cutlery city. Stoke-on-Trent with its marvelous Wedgewood ware works and other inumerable pottery industries gave another lesson in Caucasian progress and opened to the Red man new wonders in the art of table decoration. Nottingham and its busy lace looms; Leicester of historic interest

bringing to the minds of all--white men, 'friendlies,' and "hostiles"--the contributing cause of the late regret able campaign--the "Messiah craze"-- an interest intensified by the fact that the aesthetic-looking "SHORT BULL," and some of the others, had been the leading fanatical believers (probably even apparently conscientious), promoters, and disciples of the still mysterious religious disease that lately agitated the Indian race in America. In fact, after the death of "SITTING BULL," the central figures of this strange belief were "SHORT BULL" as the religious leader, and "KICKING BEAR" as the War Chief. Grouped together with "SCATTER," "REVENGE," and others, in moody contemplation of this subject was the late defier of a mighty nation of 65,000,000 people--nearly all of whom teach or preach that truthfulness of the picture's traditions. A man in two short months transported from the indescribably desolate, almost inaccesible natural fortresses of the Bad Lands (Mauvaise Terre) of Dakota to the ancient city of Antwerp, gazing spellbound on the artistic reproduction, by the renowned artist, of the red man's late dream--"The Messiah." Respect for his thoughts and the natural stoical nature of the Indian leaves to fure opportunity an interesting interrogative of what passed through the mind of the subtle chief. Suffice to say that surprise at the white man's many-sided character, and the greatness of his resources in the past and present, was beginning to dawn more and more on the new tourists. Arriving the next day at Strasburg--introduction to the cowboys, the camp life, the Cathedral, the great clock, the fortifications, etc., was followed by the delight of each brace on receiving his pony, and once more with history friend, the horse, the Ogallalla and Brule in a few day felt as though "Richard was himself again."

Joining more heartily than was expected in the mimic scenes of the "Wild West," soon the ordinary routine of daily duties seemed a pleasant diversion. A grand reception in Strasburg, the tour resumed to Carlsruhe, Mannheim--including a visit to Heidelberg Castle--Mayence, Wiesbaden, to Cologne (the Rhine legengs of Lurline, etc., giving interest to the Peau Rogue en route), Dortmund, Duisburg, Crefeld and Aix-la-Chapelle, terminated a tour of Germany filled with the most pleasannt recollections. The tomb of Charlemagne (Carolo Magno)! The history of this great warrior was interpreted to attentive ears, a lesson being instilled by the relation that after all his glory, his battles, triumphs, and conquests in which he defeated the dusky African prototypes of the present visitors to his tomb, peace brought him to pursure knowledge, to cultivate that arts and sciences, and that after two hundred years of entombment his body was found by Otto, the Saxon, sitting erect upon a granite throne, the iron crown upon his head, imperial sceptre in right hand, while his left rested on an open volume of Holy Scriptures, the index finger pointed to the well-known passage.--"What will it profit a man if he gain the whole world and lose his own soul?" Here by the grave of the founder of Christianity stoof the latest novitiates to its efforts, who may yet, in following its teachings, it is hoped, make such progress through its aid and education as to furnish one of their race capable of holding the exalted chieftainship--the Presidency of their native land--the Empire of the West. Who can say--why not?

Belgium--Brussels, its Paris, brings vividly to mind, in its semblance of language, people habits, beauty, wealth, culture and appreciation remembrances of our delightful sojourn in the capital of the how-truly-named La Belle France. Visit Waterloo. From Pine Ridge to historic Waterloo! Our immense success, courteous treatment, the repeated visits and kindly interest of that most amiable lady, the Queen and enthusiastic horsewoman, her pleasant reference to London in the Jubilee year, combined to increase the gratitude the Wild West Voyagers feel for the treatment everywhere recieved in Europe since, in 1887, we invaded "Old England," and pitched our tents in the World's Metropolis--London. So, after a short season in Antwerp, our motley cargo set sail across the North Sea to make a complete our farewell visit to our cousins of the isle, revel in a common language (bringing a new pleasure to the ear), hoping to receive a continuance of that amicable appreciation of our humble efforts that the past seemed to justify. Landing at Grimsby and proceeding to Leeds in Yorkshire we commenced a provincial tour of Great Britain. The reception everywhere accorded us was so hearty in its nature that a sentiment of relationship insensibly permeated the Yankee exiles. From Leeds we went to Liverpool the great shipping port, thence to Manchester where old friendships were renewed and new ones formed--a notable event being, a benefit to nineteen of the Balaclava survivors (who were indigent), resulting in great success, not only financially, but from an historic point, because of the participation in our performance of three generations, the past, present and future English soldier--in the battle scarred veterans; the Prince of Wales' Own (Lancers) and the boy cadets of the city. Sheffield with its busy factories was next visited and the Indian found a new cause for amazement in the world's cutlery city. Stoke-on-Trent with its marvelous Wedgewood ware works and other inumerable pottery industries gave another lesson in Caucasian progress and opened to the Red man new wonders in the art of table decoration. Nottingham and its busy lace looms; Leicester of historic interest