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trouble. You have thousands of friends in the East. Gen. Miles and Capt. Lee can reach those friends. I have this confidence: there will be no war on the part of Gen. Miles if you give up your arms because through military discipline he can control his men, as soldiers have no interest to shoot Indians. Tell your young men to be calm and have confidence in Gen. Miles, who will see you through. But you must discipline and control your young men. Let every man who talks mean what he says, and not talks to evade the question I, to show you what confidence I have in Gen. Miles that he will not fire upon you and your women and children when you are disarmed, I will promise to live in your camp until you have confidence that the white chief will see no harm come to you. 1 am glad to hear that some chiefs are going to Washington, and hope, instead of ten, twenty or twenty-five will go. I will be there to see you and may go with you. I will do all I can in my humble way for you. Let us all work for peace between the white men and the red-not for a moment, a day, a year, but forever, for eternity."
BILL CODY.-(By AN OLD COMRADE. /
You bet I knew him, pardner, he ain't no circus fraud, He's Western born and Western bred, if he has been late abroad;
I kmew him in the days way back. beyond Missouri's flow, When the country round was nothing but a huge Wild Western Show.
When the Injuns were as thick as fleas, and the man who ventured through
The sand hills of Nebraska had to fight the hostile Sloux;
These were hot times, I tell you, and we all remember still,
The days when Cody was a scout and all the men knew Bill.
I knew him first in Kansas, in the days of 'ca, When the Cheyennes and Arapahoes were wipping from the slate
Old scores against the settlers, and when men who wore the blue,
With shoulder-straps and way-up rank were glad to be helped through
By a bearer of dispatches, who knew each vale and hill.
From Dakota down to Texas, and his other name was Bill
I mind me, too, of, the time when Cody took His scouts upon the Rosebud: along with General Crook When Custer's Seventh rode to their death for lack of some such aide
To tell them that the sneaking Sioux knew bow to ambuscade; I saw Bill's fight with "Yellow Hand," "you bet it was a" mill, He downed him well at thirty yards, and all the men cheered Bill.
They tell me that the women folk now take his word as laws,
In them, days laws were mighty skerce, and hardly passed with squaws,
But many a hardy settler's wife and daughter used to rest
More quietly because they knew of Cody's dauntless breast;
Because they felt from Laramie way down to Old Fort Sil,
Bill Cody was a trusted scout, and all their men knew Bill
I haven't seen him much of late, how does he bear hie years?
They say he's making ducats now from shows and not from "Steers."
He used to be a judge of "horns," when poured in a tin cup. And left the wine to tenderfeet, and men who felt "well up."
Perhaps be cracks a bottle now, perhaps he's had his fill.
Who cares, Bill Cody was a scout, and all the world knows Bill.
To see him in his trimmin's, he can't hardly look the same,
With laundered shirt and diamonds, as if "he runs a game:" He didn't wear billed linen then or dash up diamond rings, The royalties he dreamed of then were only pasteboard kings But those who sat behind the queens were apt to get their fill In the days when Cody was a scout, and all the men knew Bill.
Gridiron Club Washington, D. C., Feb. 28, 1891
WM. E. ANNIN, Lincoln (Neb) Journal
MACAULAY'S NEW ZEALANDER.-THE MOHICANS.--THE LAST OF THE BUFFALO
From Manchester Courier, April 1888.
An addition which has just been made to the United States National Museum at Washington affords important subsidiary evidence if such were needed, of the unique interest attending the extraordinary exhibition at Manchester illustrative of the Wild West. Nature
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trouble. You have thousands of friends in the East. Gen. Miles and Capt. Lee can reach those friends. I have this confidence: there will be no war on the part of Gen. Miles if you give up your arms because through military discipline he can control his men, as soldiers have no interest to shoot Indians. Tell your young men to be calm and have confidence in Gen. Miles, who will see you through. But you must discipline and control your young men. Let every man who talks mean what he says, and not talks to evade the question I, to show you what confidence I have in Gen. Miles that he will not fire upon you and your women and children when you are disarmed, I will promise to live in your camp until you have confidence that the white chief will see no harm come to you. 1 am glad to hear that some chiefs are going to Washington, and hope, instead of ten, twenty or twenty-five will go. I will be there to see you and may go with you. I will do all I can in my humble way for you. Let us all work for peace between the white men and the red-not for a moment, a day, a year, but forever, for eternity."
BILL CODY.-(By AN OLD COMRADE. /
You bet I knew him, pardner, he ain't no circus fraud, He's Western born and Western bred, if he has been late abroad;
I kmew him in the days way back. beyond Missouri's flow, When the country round was nothing but a huge Wild Western Show.
When the Injuns were as thick as fleas, and the man who ventured through
The sand hills of Nebraska had to fight the hostile Sloux;
These were hot times, I tell you, and we all remember still,
The days when Cody was a scout and all the men knew Bill.
I knew him first in Kansas, in the days of 'ca, When the Cheyennes and Arapahoes were wipping from the slate
Old scores against the settlers, and when men who wore the blue,
With shoulder-straps and way-up rank were glad to be helped through
By a bearer of dispatches, who knew each vale and hill.
From Dakota down to Texas, and his other name was Bill
I mind me, too, of, the time when Cody took His scouts upon the Rosebud: along with General Crook When Custer's Seventh rode to their death for lack of some such aide
To tell them that the sneaking Sioux knew bow to ambuscade; I saw Bill's fight with "Yellow Hand," "you bet it was a" mill, He downed him well at thirty yards, and all the men cheered Bill.
They tell me that the women folk now take his word as laws,
In them, days laws were mighty skerce, and hardly passed with squaws,
But many a hardy settler's wife and daughter used to rest
More quietly because they knew of Cody's dauntless breast;
Because they felt from Laramie way down to Old Fort Sil,
Bill Cody was a trusted scout, and all their men knew Bill
I haven't seen him much of late, how does he bear hie years?
They say he's making ducats now from shows and not from "Steers."
He used to be a judge of "horns," when poured in a tin cup. And left the wine to tenderfeet, and men who felt "well up."
Perhaps be cracks a bottle now, perhaps he's had his fill.
Who cares, Bill Cody was a scout, and all the world knows Bill.
To see him in his trimmin's, he can't hardly look the same,
With laundered shirt and diamonds, as if "he runs a game:" He didn't wear billed linen then or dash up diamond rings, The royalties he dreamed of then were only pasteboard kings But those who sat behind the queens were apt to get their fill In the days when Cody was a scout, and all the men knew Bill.
Gridiron Club Washington, D. C., Feb. 28, 1891
WM. E. ANNIN, Lincoln (Neb) Journal
MACAULAY'S NEW ZEALANDER.-THE MOHICANS.--THE LAST OF THE BUFFALO
From Manchester Courier, April 1888.
An addition which has just been made to the United States National Museum at Washington affords important subsidiary evidence if such were needed, of the unique interest attending the extraordinary exhibition at Manchester illustrative of the Wild West. Nature
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