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chamberlains. The sunlight fell upon lines of glittering steel, nodding plumes, golden chains,
shimmering robes of silk, and all the blazing emblems of pontificial power and glory.

THE WILD WEST MAKE THEIR ENTREE.

Suddenly, a tall and chivalrous figure appeared at the entrance, and all eyes were
turned toward him. It was COLONEL W.F. CODY, "BUFFALO BILL." With a sweep of his
great sombrero, he saluted the chamberlains, and then strode between the guards with his
partner, MR. NATE SALSBURY, by his side.

ST. PETER'S AND VATICAN, ROME.

"ROCKY BEAR" led the Sioux warriors, who brought up the rear. They were painted
in every color that Indian imagination could devise. Ever man carried something with which
to make big medicine in the presence of the great medicine man sent by the Great Spirit.

"ROCKY BEAR" rolled his eyes and folded his hands on his breast as he stepped on tip-
toes through the glowing sea of color. His braves furtively eyed the hallberds and two-handed
swords of the Swiss Guards.

The Indians and cow-boys were ranged in the south corners of the Ducal Hall. COLONEL
CODY and MR. SALSBURY were escorted into the Sextine Chapel by chamberlains, where they
were greeted by Miss Sherman, daughter of General Sherman. A princess invited COLONEL
CODY to a place in the tribune of the Roman nobles.

He stood facing the gorgeous Diplomatic Corps, surrounded by the Prince and Princess
Borghesi, the Marquis Serlupi, Princess Bandini, Duchess di Grazioli, Prince and Princess
Massimo, Prince and Princess Ruspoli, and all the ancient noble familes of the city.

THE PAPAL BLESSING.

When the Pope appeared in the sedia gestatoria, carried above the heads of his guards,
preceded by the Knights of Malta and a procession of cardinals and archbishops, the cow-boys
bowed and so did the Indians. "ROCKY BEAR" knelt and made the sign of the cross. The
Pontiff leaned affectionately toward the rude group and blessed them. He seemed to be
touched by the sight.

As the Papal train swept on, the Indians became excited, and a squaw fainted. They
had been warned not to utter a sound, and were with difficulty restrained from whooping.
The Pope looked at COLONEL CODY intently as he passed, and the great scout and Indian
fighter bent low as he recieved the Pontifical benediction.

After the Thanksgiving Mass, with its grand choral accompaniment, and now and then
the sound of Leo XIII's voice heard ringing through the chapel, the great audience poured
out of the Vatican.