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Chicago Herald
May 14/93

Two of Buffalo Bill's Indians daubed their faces with fresh paint yesterday morning and started out to see the world's fair without a guide. They took the trail that runs due east from the Sixty-second street entrance, and finding that it ended in the lake they turned into the manufactures building. They wandered aimlessly through the labyrinth of exhibits until they reached the British section, and halted before a big glass case containing a choice assortment of wigs, whiskers, frizzes and other articles in false hair. They grunted their satisfaction at the exhibit and were preparing to seek other sources of enjoyment when the wig that covered the waxen image of an English swell raised in the air and revealed a shiny, bald head. The sight was too much for Indian flesh and blood to stand. A smothered whoop came from the mouth of one of the braves and the other instinctively slapped his hand to his belt to feel for his knife. They looked at each other in amazement and then turned away. Before they reached the nearest door they were going in a lope, and once outside they never slackened their speed until they were inside the high board fence that surrounds Colonel Cody's show.