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AT THEIR JOURNEY'S END.

frontiersman, having hunted in the country of the Sioux for the last fifty years. He is 71 years old now, but hearty and vigrorous and full of enthusiasm on the subject of the rare collection of fossils, relics, and curiosities which he has brought with him for exhibition as a part of Col. Cody's wild west show.

When at last the warriors left the Illinois Central train and entered the domains of Buffalo Bill a group of Arabs rushed forward to meet them. The denizens of the far eastern desert and the prairies of the great northwest shook hands, while Col. Cody stood by and witnessed this triumph of his ambition with a face beaming with pleasure. But the braves made only a short stop for ceremonies and quickly ranged themselves about the long tables in the barracks, where roast beef and coffee disappeared in startling quantities.

Probably no feature of the world's fair will attract more universal interest than this band of fighting Sioux fresh from the hostile fields of Wounded Knee and Pine Ridge.

SIOUX CHEIFS ARRIVE.

PINE RIDGE WARRIORS ARE HERE

Seventy-Six Ogallalla Indians Come to Join Buffalo Bill's Wild West Show Near the Exposition Grounds - In War Paint and Feathers.

THE CHICAGO RECORD
WORLD'S FAIR BUREAU.

Buffalo Bill shook hands with seventy-six Ogallalla Sioux Indians yesterday fresh from Pine Ridge agency. They came in on the Northwestern's Omaha train at 2:30 in the afternoon. Passengers in the waiting-room of the depot heard first a deep, guttural intonation. This came from under bedizened blanket of Chief No-Neck. Then he beat time with a

featherd war club and a chorus of lusty yells frightened women and children. The Indians repeated this thrice with increased gusto. The uproar at a college foot-ball game was nothing to be compared with it.

Maj. Burke, Buffalo Bill's manager, received them with amazing cordiality and they evinced

with the Indians, said that they were the pick of the nation, and their appearance justified the assertion. They were tricked out in all the bravery of war paint and battle clothes, and their stern faces were frescoed with pigments which rivaled Dutch tulips in the intensity and wariety of colors. Their well-greased hair was

carried in two heavy braids behind their ears and were embellished with eagle feathers, foxes tails, mink-skins and colored plumes. Geometrical designs wrought in quills, beads and shells adorned their leggings, belts and shirts and bright blankets were wrapped around their shoulders or thrown over their heads. Seven squaws and four children competed for sartorial honors with the braves.

Shortly after the Wild West encampment at 63d street was invaded the Indians began putting up the twelve tents which will house them for the next six months, and the energetic industry displayed by the Sioux failed to confirm the time-honored tradition that "Lo" always sits around in solitary grandeur while Mrs.

"Lo" builds wigwams, splits kindling, cooks, tans leather, makes buckskin clothing and raises all the crops.

HAVE VISTIED FOREIGN CITIES.

Although the majority of the Indians had never been a hundred miles away from home before, several had been with Buffalo Bill in England, Paris and New York. An English soldier belonging to the Wild West outfit, and who had fully digested the Leather Stocking tales, extended his hand to a weirdly decorated, widly painted Sioux and said : "How? Heap wet."

"Yes," drawled Rocky Bear, who spent eighteen months in Europe; "it's rawther nawsty, me boy," and rolled a cigarette in the most approved club style.

Old Red Cloud, Young-Man-Afraid-of-His-Horses and Two-Strikes are expected Sunday. They visit the World's Fiar as guests of Buffalo Bill, and twenty-five other Indians will probably come with them.

John Nelson, trapper, scout and interpreter, accompanied the red men from Pine Ridge. He is a well-known character in southwest Dakota, and in the course of his forty years on the plains has gathered a large collection of petrifications and Indian curiosities of which he is extremely proud. He reported that the trip from the agency was uneventful and that the Indians came through with the nonchalance of globe-trotters. Last night the campfires were blazing and the Indians were entirely at home, though they were disgusted with the weather.

visits his parents often. He is one of thrity children. His father has four wives. His mother has fourteen children, and for this reason his father thinks more of her than of his other wives. There are eight of the women here with these Morocco Arabs, all closely veiled. I have been promised a glimpse of their faces - there were too may men around for this yesterday.

TERESA DEAN.

table were the English soldiers - the Lancers, formerly of the Prince of Wales' Regiment. Then came the German soldiers, and between them and the French soldiers were the Russians - the Cossacks from Caucassin. The Arabs came next, and in the same part of the tent men belonging to the business staff were dining.

We returned to the kitchen. And if the Humane Society could have seen that menu, and the food prepared for the expedted Indians ! never again would they bother about the way Buffalo Bill feeds his Indians or other people entrusted to his care.

Dined with Colonel Cody.

The savory odor mad eme hungry. Just as I was wishing they would invite me to dinner the curtain lifted and Colonel Cody - the famous Buffalo Bill - walked in and - I was invited to dinner. On one side was a small table set for two or three. Colnel Cody spoke to a pleasant-faced little woman who came forward and whom he introduced as Mamma Wittaker. Mamma Whittaker is everybody's mamma. She takes care of all the 400 people - gives them medicine, ties up scracthes, bandages up sprains, takes care of the wardrobes, and has been with the company for ten years. She has a diploma as a physician. Everybody calls her "Mamma," and she calls them "dear." While we were eating our dinner she was called away several times to listen to the wants of different ones. After dinner we started out to make some calls in the camp. The first one was on the Russian prince - Prince Macharadze. He could not speak a word of English, but his manners were those of a prince. In London he received a great deal of attention. He was entertained by the Prince of Wales and also presented to Queen Victoria, which, of course, established his social position. He wore the Cossack costume, with a row of cartridges across his chest. There are about twenty-five soldiers in the different companies of the nations, and their tents are pitches as when they are in service for their own countries. Sitting Bull's tepee, or log hut, has been brought here, and near it stands the old Treasury coach - the same one that "Calamity Jane" brought into Deadwood with the driver dead by her side and two passengers killed on the inside.

The Baby Buffaloes.

I was particularly anxious to make one call, and that was on Columbus and Isabella. They had arrived during the night. They are two little buffaloes. As we arrived at the enclosure I head Colonel Cody ask the man if there was an danger. He said no. This man is John Higby, and he ought to know. He has taken care of buffaoes for thrity years. And by the way, he is a partner of the famous stage driver Hank Monk, who said to Horace Greely, in his ride through the mountains : "Keep your seat, Horace, I'll git you there on time."

He said no, but I noticed that he took a long, two-tined pitchfork in his hands and went with us. I climbed up on the side of the rail stall to look at the baby buffalo, and pay my respects to Columbus first. Columbus' buffalo mother did not like it. Before I had time to any more than see that Columbus was a most fashionable tan color, she made a bound for me, and I never stopped to admire these fast-becoming extinct bisons of the prairies. I rushed out of the gate and into another danger. A cowboy was bounding thorugh the air on the back of a mad and unmanageable pny. It was as dangerous to run one way as the other. So I stood still and said my praters, expecting every minute to be lifted from my feet from the back and trampled under foot in front. Colonel Cody and John Higby, however, did not seem very much

AT THEIR JOURNEY'S END.

frontiersman, having hunted in the country of the Sioux for the last fifty years. He is 71 years old now, but hearty and vigrorous and full of enthusiasm on the subject of the rare collection of fossils, relics, and curiosities which he has brought with him for exhibition as a part of Col. Cody's wild west show.

When at last the warriors left the Illinois Central train and entered the domains of Buffalo Bill a group of Arabs rushed forward to meet them. The denizens of the far eastern desert and the prairies of the great northwest shook hands, while Col. Cody stood by and witnessed this triumph of his ambition with a face beaming with pleasure. But the braves made only a short stop for ceremonies and quickly ranged themselves about the long tables in the barracks, where roast beef and coffee disappeared in startling quantities.

Probably no feature of the world's fair will attract more universal interest than this band of fighting Sioux fresh from the hostile fields of Wounded Knee and Pine Ridge.

SIOUX CHEIFS ARRIVE.