| 25noted, as are events of importance, as it marks a new era in the history of amusements: - for originally, adherence to truth in 'holding the mirror up to Nature,' and a fidelity to fact that is the 'true aim of art.' The reception accorded to his 'show that is not a show, but an illustration,' in the cultured cities of the East, notably Boston, Chicago, Newport, New York, Philadelphia, Cincinnati and Cleveland, must be gratifying to all in North Platte, in fact in Nebraska, where, in the incipiency of the scheme, over a year ago, he demonstrated by courage, pluck and preseverance, its feasibility by its introduction in the festivities of our national birthday celebration, and on the following natal day presented it on the shores of the Atlantic, to the plaudits of over 25,000 delighted Bostonians. The magnitude of the undertaking, the minutae necessary to organizing, the bringing together from all points the best marksmen in the world, securing admirable and fitting representatives of the cattle trade, getting wild buffalo, elk, steers, mules, ponies, specimens of the red terros of the prairie, and other features of interest known only to the pampas of the West - necessitating special trains of cars for transportation, and driving the strange cavalcade through confined Washington Street, Boston, in six weeks after leaving the Platte - was an accomplishment that stamps Cody as a wonder in energy, and gained for him the admiration and ecnomiums of the entire press of the East, recognition from the elite of American society, encouragement from representatives of education, and the indorsement of his methods by the S. P. C. A. and its noted president, Professor Henry Berg."
CODY'S CORRAL; OR, THE SCOUTS AND THE SIOUX,
BY "BUCKSKIN SAM,"
A mount-inclosed vallet, close sprinkled with fair flowers,
As if a shattered rainbow had fallen there in showers;
Bright-plumaged birds were warbling their songs among the trees,
Or fluttering their tiny wings in the cooling western breeze.
The cottonwoods, by mountan's base, on every side high towers,
And the dreamy haze in silence marks the sleepy noontide hour
East, south and north, to meet the clouds the lofty mounts arise,
Guarding this little valley - a wild Western Paradise.
Pure and untrampled as it looks, this lovely flower-strewn sod -
One scarce would think that e'er, by man, had such a sward been trod;
But yonder, see those wild mustangs by lariat held in check,
Tearing up the fairest flora, which fairies might bedeck;
And, near a camp-fire's smoke, we see men standing all around -
'Tis strange, fro from them has not come a single word or sound.
Standing by cottonwood, with arms close-folded on this breast,
Gazing with his eagle eyes up to the mountain's crest,
Tall and commanding is his form, and graceful is his mien;
As fait in face, as noble, has seldom here been seen.
A score or more of frontiersmen recline upon the groun,
But starting soon upon their feet, by sudden snort and bound!
A horse has sure been frightened by strange scent on the breeze,
And glances now by all are cast beneath the towering trees.
A quiet sign their leader gives, and mustangs now are broguht;
And, by swift-circling lasso, a loose one fast is caught.
Then thundering round the mountain's dark adamantine side,
A hundred hideous, painted, and fierce Sioux warriors ride;
While, from their throats, the well-known and horrible deathknell,
The wild blood-curdling war-whoop, and the fierce and fendish yell,
Strikes the ears of all, now ready to fight, and e'en to die,
In that mount-inclosed valley, beneath that blood-red sky!
Now rings throughout the open, on all sides clear and shrill,
The dreaded battle-cry of him whom men call Buffalo Bill!
On, like a whirlwind, then they dash - the brave scouts of the palins,
Their rifle-barrels soft-caressed by mustang's flying manes!
On, like an avalanche, they sweep through the tall prairie grass;
Down, fast upon them, swooping, the dread and savage mass!
Wild yells of fierce bravado come, and taunts of deep despair;
While, through the battle-smoke there flaunts each feathered tuft of hair.
And loudly rings the war-cry of feadless Buffalo Bill;
And loudly rings the savage yells, which make the blood run chill!
The gurgling death-cry mingles with the mustang's shrillest scream,
And sound of dull sodden falls and bowie's brightest gleam.
At length there slowly rises the smoke from heaps of slain,
Whose-wild war-cries will never more ring on the air again.
Then, panting and bespattered from the showers of foam and blood.
The scouts have once more halted 'neath the shady cottonwood.
In haste they are re-loading, and preparing for a sally,
While the scattered foe, now desperate, are yelling in the valley.
Again are heard revolvers, with their rattling, sharp report;
Again the scouts are seen to charge down on that wild cohort.
Sioux fall around, like dead reeds, when fiercest norhers blow,
And rapid sink in death before their hated pale-face foe!
Sad, smothered now is music from the mountain's rippling rill,
But wild hurrahs instead are heard from our brave Buffalo Bill,
Who, through the thickest carnage charaged ever in the van.
And cheered faint hearts around him, since first the fight began.
Deeply demoralized, the Sioux fly fast with bated breath.
And glances cast of terror along that vale of death;
While the victors quick dismounted, and looking all around,
On their dead and mangled enemies, who se corse strewed the ground.
"I had sworn I would avenge them "- were the words of Buffalo Bill-
"the mothers and their infants they slew at Medicine Hill.
Our work is done - done nobly - I looked for that from you;
Boys, when a cause is just, you need but stand firm and true!
- Beadle's Weekly.
THE PAWNESS ASTONISHED.
W. F. Cody, although having established his right to the title of "BUFFALO BILL" for years before, had not had opportunity to convince the Pawnees of the justice of his claim previous to the time of the following incident. A short while previously a band or maraudering red-skin renegades from that nation, while on a stealing excursion near Ellsworth, had occasion to regret their temerity, and cause to remember him to the extent of three killed, which fact for a time resulted in an enmity that needed something out of the usual run to establish him in their favor. While on a military expedition, under Gen. E. A. Car, upon | 25noted, as are events of importance, as it marks a new era in the history of amusements: - for originally, adherence to truth in 'holding the mirror up to Nature,' and a fidelity to fact that is the 'true aim of art.' The reception accorded to his 'show that is not a show, but an illustration,' in the cultured cities of the East, notably Boston, Chicago, Newport, New York, Philadelphia, Cincinnati and Cleveland, must be gratifying to all in North Platte, in fact in Nebraska, where, in the incipiency of the scheme, over a year ago, he demonstrated by courage, pluck and preseverance, its feasibility by its introduction in the festivities of our national birthday celebration, and on the following natal day presented it on the shores of the Atlantic, to the plaudits of over 25,000 delighted Bostonians. The magnitude of the undertaking, the minutae necessary to organizing, the bringing together from all points the best marksmen in the world, securing admirable and fitting representatives of the cattle trade, getting wild buffalo, elk, steers, mules, ponies, specimens of the red terros of the prairie, and other features of interest known only to the pampas of the West - necessitating special trains of cars for transportation, and driving the strange cavalcade through confined Washington Street, Boston, in six weeks after leaving the Platte - was an accomplishment that stamps Cody as a wonder in energy, and gained for him the admiration and ecnomiums of the entire press of the East, recognition from the elite of American society, encouragement from representatives of education, and the indorsement of his methods by the S. P. C. A. and its noted president, Professor Henry Berg."
CODY'S CORRAL; OR, THE SCOUTS AND THE SIOUX,
BY "BUCKSKIN SAM,"
A mount-inclosed vallet, close sprinkled with fair flowers,
As if a shattered rainbow had fallen there in showers;
Bright-plumaged birds were warbling their songs among the trees,
Or fluttering their tiny wings in the cooling western breeze.
The cottonwoods, by mountan's base, on every side high towers,
And the dreamy haze in silence marks the sleepy noontide hour
East, south and north, to meet the clouds the lofty mounts arise,
Guarding this little valley - a wild Western Paradise.
Pure and untrampled as it looks, this lovely flower-strewn sod -
One scarce would think that e'er, by man, had such a sward been trod;
But yonder, see those wild mustangs by lariat held in check,
Tearing up the fairest flora, which fairies might bedeck;
And, near a camp-fire's smoke, we see men standing all around -
'Tis strange, fro from them has not come a single word or sound.
Standing by cottonwood, with arms close-folded on this breast,
Gazing with his eagle eyes up to the mountain's crest,
Tall and commanding is his form, and graceful is his mien;
As fait in face, as noble, has seldom here been seen.
A score or more of frontiersmen recline upon the groun,
But starting soon upon their feet, by sudden snort and bound!
A horse has sure been frightened by strange scent on the breeze,
And glances now by all are cast beneath the towering trees.
A quiet sign their leader gives, and mustangs now are broguht;
And, by swift-circling lasso, a loose one fast is caught.
Then thundering round the mountain's dark adamantine side,
A hundred hideous, painted, and fierce Sioux warriors ride;
While, from their throats, the well-known and horrible deathknell,
The wild blood-curdling war-whoop, and the fierce and fendish yell,
Strikes the ears of all, now ready to fight, and e'en to die,
In that mount-inclosed valley, beneath that blood-red sky!
Now rings throughout the open, on all sides clear and shrill,
The dreaded battle-cry of him whom men call Buffalo Bill!
On, like a whirlwind, then they dash - the brave scouts of the palins,
Their rifle-barrels soft-caressed by mustang's flying manes!
On, like an avalanche,
THE PAWNESS ASTONISHED.
W. F. Cody, although having established his right to the title of "BUFFALO BILL" for years before, had not had opportunity to convince the Pawnees of the justice of his claim previous to the time of the following incident. A short while previously a band or maraudering red-skin renegades from that nation, while on a stealing excursion near Ellsworth, had occasion to regret their temerity, and cause to remember him to the extent of three killed, which fact for a time resulted in an enmity that needed something out of the usual run to establish him in their favor. While on a military expedition, under Gen. E. A. Car, upon |
