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BUFFALO BILL'S BLARNEY.

A SENTINEL SCALPER WITH THE SCOUT AND HIS BIG INDIANS.

A HAPPY RECOGNITION PRESERVES HIS REMAINING HAIR - CODY'S OPINION OF THE ARMY AND THE THIEVING AGENTS - MISUSED REDSKINS - [SITTING?] BULL AND CAPT. JACK - ANOTHER INDIAN WAR INEVITABLE.

According to the bills, "Hon. W. F. Cody'' has been playing at the Academy of Music for two nights and [matinee?] in a grand spectacular sort of drama, in which "Buffalo Bill'' was the hero, and which is replete with stage thunder, red fire, scalp [?] and Cheyenne warriors. Buffalo Bill, being none other than Mr. Cody himself, is well known as a frontiersman, scout and Indian slayer, and the idea suggested itself that perhaps some information of interest concerning the vexed Indian problem could be obtained from him. Accordingly, a bald-headed member of The Sentinel's staff was detailed to interview him, being convinced that by reason of his barrenness he could face the savage warriors with impunity. At the close of the matinees, yesterday, the reporter in question waited in the hall-way for an introduction to the presence of the great scout of the western wilds, Mr. Cody was

WASHING OFF HIS WAR PAINT

when the h. h. reporter timidly rapped at the door of his dressing room. A remarkably savage warrior pulled the door partially ajar and in choice Cheyennee inquired: "Well, now, what's the matter with you?" "A reporter would like to interview Mr. Cody." Mr. Cody appeared, slightly disarranged, and begged a few moments' time to arrange his toilet. Meantime, the painted savage was closely scanning the reporter's features, as if in search of some strawberry mark. At last a broad smile illuminated his swarthy face, and he said: "Hallo, old man! I haven't seen you before since the fire. Come in!" Feeling that the remnant of his scalp was safe, the reporter entered, and the wild warrior introduced him to the scout of the western wilds, who received him with a cordial greeting, and at once asked for his friend Capt. Charley King, late adjutant of the Fifth United States Cavalry.

The reporter [warned?] Mr. Cody that Capt. King was now at the State University at Madison, employed in teaching the young idea how to shoot according to the practice regulations of the army.

"I should like to see Charley," said Buffalo Bill. "He is a brave man and a splendid soldier. He was present at my killing of Yellow Hand, the Cheyenne Chief, which we have introduced in our play. He was

A SPLENDID LITTLE OFFICER

[?] By [?] AGENTS, ever since Grant's administration. I hope for a change in the Indian policy, with a change of administration, which I think sure to [come?]. For a hundred years the government has been trying to find out what to do with the Indians, and they don't know now. I never know a treaty with them but what was first broken by the whites. You saw the dispatch this morning about Capt. Payne? I skirmished with him for years. He wanted me to go with him into the Indian Territory, but I thought it was wrong. We have no right to take their lands away without pay."

"What is your idea about turning them over to the War Department?"

"It would do with some. With others it would not. Those self-sustaining Indians should be allowed the same privileges as the whites, and treated as well, so long as they behave themselves. They should have the same laws. You can't drive a wild Indian into civilization. They must be led into it.

THE [UTE?] WAR

was brought on by the whites. The miners went into their reservations because there was gold there. Some Indians were killed and some whites. Then they called for troops and Thernburg came with his men - and god [?]. They say Indians are [?]. If they get away with the white officers I think they are good soldiers. They never got ahead of me by jumping out from behind rocks. I think Capt. Jack the best general in America. With seventy-five men he kept a whole army back for forty-seven days.

"Do you think the Utes any more treacherous than the balance?"

"No, I do not. Nor any more than the whites. Where is the white man who would not fight if everything was taken away from him? I'm dog-goened if I wouldn't. Give every man a show. They were here first, and have a better right here than we have."

"Do you know Sitting Bull, Mr. Cody?"

"I know him when I was a boy. Of his recent movements I know nothing except through the press. I have not seen him for many years."

"Is he, as report says, an educated man?"

"No, sir! He can't speak a word of English. Do you know how he got his name? The Indians take their names from some transaction in their lives. Well, one time he shot a buffalo in the loins, and it fell on its haunches. He mounted it back, and thus got THE NAME OF SITTING BULL."

"Is he intelligent?"

"He is a great warrior. He handles his men well and has a thorough knowledge of the country."

"What do you think of the future of the Sioux?"

"I think they will all drift back again."

"Do you think Sitting Bull will ever become civilized?"

"I can't tell. He says he will never surrender, but others have said so and still have given up. Do you know, I think there will be another general Indian war before this thing

is settled. There are a great many dissatisfied Indians."

"Do you think the army large enough for such an emergency?"

"Oh, yes! The standing army might be larger, but the militia [?] in [?] [?]

BUFFALO BILL'S BLARNEY.

A SENTINEL SCALPER WITH THE SCOUT AND HIS BIG INDIANS.

A HAPPY RECOGNITION PRESERVES HIS REMAINING HAIR - CODY'S OPINION OF THE ARMY AND THE THIEVING AGENTS - MISUSED REDSKINS - [SITTING?] BULL AND CAPT. JACK - ANOTHER INDIAN WAR INEVITABLE.

According to the bills, "Hon. W. F. Cody'' has been playing at the Academy of Music for two nights and [matinee?] in a grand spectacular sort of drama, in which "Buffalo Bill'' was the hero, and which is replete with stage thunder, red fire, scalp [?] and Cheyenne warriors. Buffalo Bill, being none other than Mr. Cody himself, is well known as a frontiersman, scout and Indian slayer, and the idea suggested itself that perhaps some information of interest concerning the vexed Indian problem could be obtained from him. Accordingly, a bald-headed member of The Sentinel's staff was detailed to interview him, being convinced that by reason of his barrenness he could face the savage warriors with impunity. At the close of the matinees, yesterday, the reporter in question waited in the hall-way for an introduction to the presence of the great scout of the western wilds, Mr. Cody was WASHING OFF HIS WAR PAINT when the h. h. reporter timidly rapped at the door of his dressing room. A remarkably savage warrior pulled the door partially ajar and in choice Cheyennee inquired: "Well, now, what's the matter with you?" "A reporter would like to interview Mr. Cody." Mr. Cody appeared, slightly disarranged, and begged a few moments' time to arrange his toilet. Meantime, the painted savage was closely scanning the reporter's features, as if in search of some strawberry mark. At last a broad smile illuminated his swarthy face, and he said: "Hallo, old man! I haven't seen you before since the fire. Come in!" Feeling that the remnant of his scalp was safe, the reporter entered, and the wild warrior introduced him to the scout of the western wilds, who received him with a cordial greeting, and at once asked for his friend Capt. Charley King, late adjutant of the Fifth United States Cavalry.

The reporter [warned?] Mr. Cody that Capt. King was now at the State University at Madison, employed in teaching the young idea how to shoot according to the practice regulations of the army.

"I should like to see Charley," said Buffalo Bill. "He is a brave man and a splendid soldier. He was present at my killing of Yellow Hand, the Cheyenne Chief, which we have introduced in our play. He was A SPLENDID LITTLE OFFICER [?] By [?] AGENTS, ever since Grant's administration. I hope for a change in the Indian policy, with a change of administration, which I think sure to [come?]. For a hundred years the government has been trying to find out what to do with the Indians, and they don't know now. I never know a treaty with them but what was first broken by the whites. You saw the dispatch this morning about Capt. Payne? I skirmished with him for years. He wanted me to go with him into the Indian Territory, but I thought it was wrong. We have no right to take their lands away without pay."

"What is your idea about turning them over to the War Department?"

"It would do with some. With others it would not. Those self-sustaining Indians should be allowed the same privileges as the whites, and treated as well, so long as they behave themselves. They should have the same laws. You can't drive a wild Indian into civilization. They must be led into it. THE [UTE?] WAR was brought on by the whites. The miners went into their reservations because there was gold there. Some Indians were killed and some whites. Then they called for troops and Thernburg came with his men - and god [?]. They say Indians are [?]. If they get away with the white officers I think they are good soldiers. They never got ahead of me by jumping out from behind rocks. I think Capt. Jack the best general in America. With seventy-five men he kept a whole army back for forty seven days.

"Do you think the Utes any more treacherous than the balance?"

"No, I do not. Nor any more than the whites. Where is the white man who would not fight if everything was taken away from him? I'm dog-goened if I wouldn't. Give every man a show. They were here first, and have a better right here than we have."

"Do you know Sitting Bull, Mr. Cody?"

"I know him when I was a boy. Of his recent movements I know nothing except through the press. I have not seen him for many years."

"Is he, as report says, an educated man?"

"No, sir! He can't speak a word of English. Do you know how he got his name? The Indians take their names from some transaction in their lives. Well, one time he shot a buffalo in the loins, and it fell on its haunches. He mounted it back, and thus got THE NAME OF SITTING BULL."

"Is he intelligent?"

"He is a great warrior. He handles his men well and has a thorough knowledge of the country."

"What do you think of the future of the Sioux?"

"I think they will all drift back again."

"Do you think Sitting Bull will ever become civilized?"

"I can't tell. He says he will never surrender, but others have said so and still have given up. Do you know, I think there will be another general Indian war before this thing is settled. There are a great many dissatisfied Indians."

"Do you think the army large enough for such an emergency?"

"Oh, yes! The standing army might be larger, but the militia [?] in [?] [?]