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at company front and were loudly cheered as they drew up in line, with the rain splashing from the tops of their redplumed helmets and their pennants snapping wildly in the gale. Then came a company of the famous Sixth cavalry of the United States through the blinding rain. They were mounted on gray horses and each man was in full military dress. Behind them galloped the Potsdamer Reds of Germany, with their black and white pennants snapping on their lances and their white plumes tossing madly from the tops of their helmets. The French chasseurs, lithe fellows on bay horses, dashed into view when the storm was raging fiercest. They were in service uniforms, with rakish caps and tight-fitting blue waists and red trousers. There was another crack of thunder, when the young sergeant of the company, with his saber at his shoulder, passed the grand stand at a fierce gallop. Each detachment of horsemen was loudly cheered as it wheeled into line before the spectators.

Cossacks, Arabs and Cowboys.

The grim-looking Cossacks, with Prince Macheradse at their head, the white-hooded Arabs from the desert, the devil-may-care riders from Mexico, and our own

cowboys, each of them an audacious necromancer, with rein and saddle, followed the soldiers in the order named. Then came old Jack Nelson, the scout, in a coonskin cap and the buckskin shirt he wore when he stood at Pine Ridge two years ago and solemnly and prohetically declared that "h--l will be popping here inside of a week." The rain was still coming in blinding sheets when Buffalo Bill, mounted upon a splendid horse, rode in front of his troupe of wonderful horsemen and when he lifted his big white sombrero in recognition of the cheering a flash of lightning swept over the park and drew a responsive flash from the sabers of the American and French cavalrymen.

After this review, which was gorgeously spectacular in the lightning and pelting rain, the entertainment began with as much attention to detail as though the park and the men were as dry as a bone. Even little Annie Oakley waded out into the water and smashed glass balls with a vim which provoked the wildest applause. Then came horsemen from the four corners

of the earth in all sorts of feats in the saddle. And what riding! The pony exress rider mounted and dismounted in a trice, and that, too, in mud so deep that his feet were buried in the slush.

Wonderful Feats of Riders.

The Arabs rode like demons, some of them leaning so far over in their saddles that their brown fingers scooped up the water on the ground. Then they turned acrobats, whirling head over heels in the mud and climbing one after another upon the giant of the party until nine sturdy fellows rested upon his head, shoulders and knees. During these marvelous feats of strength and agility an Arab in a white skirt whirled round and round on three boards sunk in the mud. It seemed as though he would never tire. For fifteen minutes he whirled round and round while the musicians in the grand stand played. Cowboys rode bucking ponies afterbeing dragged and thrown into the mud and water. Johnny Baker smashed glass balls while standing on his head, the Cossacks and Indians danced and sang, and then the British lancers, the Potsda mer reds, the French chasseurs and the United States cavalrymen executed a series of military evolutions which made everbody cheer. The wonderful and instructive entertainment closed with an exhibition of glass ball shooting by Buffalo Bill, who smashed the little black globes until the bits of glass int he ari were falling as fast as the rain. Interspersed in teh programme were realistic combats with the indians, who pounced upon the Deadwood coach, old Jack Nelson's log cabin and an emigrant train.

When the riders rode up in front of the grand stand at the end of the performance the spectators arose and cheered formany minutes. Buffalo Bill lited his soaked sombrero, bowed right and left and said that the world's fair was opened. Then everybody cheered again.

CUSTER'S CROW SCOUT, CURLEY.

He Smokes With His Old Foe, Chief Rain-in-the-Face.

Curley, the famous half-breed Crow scout and the sole survivor of the Custer massacre, arrived at Buffalo Bill's camp yesterday morning.

It was during the thickest of the fight on the Little Big Horn in 1876 that the young man wrapped about himself the blanket of a Sioux and escaped through the circling warriors who were bringing Custer's men to earth. It was he who told the first story of the victory achieved by Gail, Sitting Bull, Grass and Rain-in-the-Face on that remarkable day, and who was such an important witness in the court-martial of General Reno, Rain-in-the-Face and Curley met yesterday afternoon for the first time since the day Custer fell. They smoked the pipe and buried the hatchet in the morning, and when night came they squatted down to a table and are sausage together.

Curley is as sturdy as the day he eluded

Herald Central - 4/27

at company front and were loudly cheered as they drew up in line, with the rain splashing from the tops of their redplumed helmets and their pennants snapping wildly in the gale. Then came a company of the famous Sixth cavalry of the United States through the blinding rain. They were mounted on gray horses and each man was in full military dress. Behind them galloped the Potsdamer Reds of Germany, with their black and white pennants snapping on their lances and their white plumes tossing madly from the tops of their helmets. The French chasseurs, lithe fellows on bay horses, dashed into view when the storm was raging fiercest. They were in service uniforms, with rakish caps and