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beautiful), nestling among cloud-reaching peaks in a sweet, peaceful vale, where elk, deer and antelope mingle with the Hereford hers, the pretty cattle Col. Cody has made a home for at TE. Here, on every side of this lovely spot, is the grandest mountain scenery in America - from the wide windows and broad verandas of the ranch house nature's grandest architecture is on view. All around is the finest big game country on this continent. Big horns, elk, deer and antelope are at home within sight of the ranch house. Grizzlies, cinnamon, roach back and black bear are to be found if you look for them. The dash over his hills hunting range horses; the ride through the fat, sleek herds of cattle; the homecoming to find a meal of big horn, bear, elk, deer or antelope steak waiting for an appetite whetted to the keenest edge; the evening around the rousing fire in the wide-mouthed fireplace; the stories that are told, the songs that are sung; then the sleep - deep, soundless, and so sweet into which one sinks away who sleeps eight thousand feet above the sea. 'Tis to these things Col. Cody speeds across land and sea, as soon as the show season ends. Asphalt, stone, brick and marble have no charms for him. He goes to the country he loves, and to the friends who love him. Prouder by far to be grasped by their hard hands and to be called "Billy" or "Bill" by them than when, as the world's greatest "man on horseback," he prances to the front of the world's greatest exhibition of the horse and horsemanship, where, amid the huzzas and hand-clapping of thousands of admirers he is grandiloquently introduced as "Col. William F. Cody," better known as "Buffalo Bill."

OIL CAN ON FOOT.

"Did you ever have a wagon or carriage go dry on you a hundred miles from the grease necessary to 'make ze wheels go round, as Helen's babies used to say?" said Col. W. F. Cody the other night as he grew reminiscent of the Far West.

"Some years ago I bought from Abbott, Downing & Co., at Concord, N.H., one of their famous mountain wagons. I had it shipped to Red Lodge, Mont., where it was to await my arrival on my way into the Big Horn Basin, so soon as the Wild West closed its season."

"I had invited three friends to accompany me into the Basin. One of my teams, which had met me at Red Lodge, was hitched to the new Concord wagon, and the one hundred mile mountain drive to Cody, in the Big Horn Basin, was begun. When we had accomplished about one-fourth of the distance I noticed that, although the road was leading

beautiful), nestling among cloud-reaching peaks in a sweet, peaceful vale, where elk, deer and antelope mingle with the Hereford hers, the pretty cattle Col. Cody has made a home for at TE. Here, on every side of this lovely spot, is the grandest mountain scenery in America - from the wide windows and braod verandas of the ranch house nature's grandest architecture is on view. All around is the finest big game country on this continent. Big horns, elk, deer and antelope are at home within sight of the ranch house. Grizzlies, cinnamon, roachback and black bear are to be found if you look for them. The dash over his hills hunting range horses; the ride through the fat, sleek herds of cattle; the homecoming to find a meal of big horn, bear, elk, deer or antelope steak waiting for an appetite whetted to the keenest edge; the evening around the rousing fire in the wide-mouthed fireplace; the stories that are told, the songs that are sung; then the sleep - deep, soundless, and so sweet into which one sinks away who sleeps eight thousand feet above the sea. 'Tis to these things Col. Cody speeds across land and sea, as soon as the show season ends. Asphair, stone, brick and marble have no charms for him. He goes to the country he loves, and to the friends who love him. Prouder by far to be grasped by their hard hands and to be called "Billy" or "Bill" by them than when, as the world's greatest "man on horseback," he prances to the front of the world's greatest exhibition of the horse and horsemanship, where, amid the huzzas and hand-clapping of thousands of admirers he is grandiloquently introduced as "Col. William F. Cody," better known as "Buffalo Bill."

OIL CAN ON FOOT.

"Did you ever have a wagon or carriage go dry on you a hundred miles from the grease necessary to 'make ze wheels go round, as Helen's babies used to say?" said Col. W. F. Cody the other night as he grew reminiscent of the Far West.

"Some years ago I bought from Abbott, Downing & Co., at Concord, N.H., one of their famous mountain wagons. I had it shipped to Red Lodge, Mont., where it was to await my arrival on my way into the Big Horn Basin, so soon as the Wild West closed its season."

"I had invited three friends to accompany me into the Basin. One of my teams, which had met me at Red Lodge, was hitched to the new Concord wagon, and the one hundred mile mountain drive to Cody, in the Big Horn Basin, was begun. When we had accomplished about one-fourth of the distance I noticed that , although the road was leading