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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 the Sioux on the Little Big Horn. His strong face is red from exposure, his eyes are as clear as the water in Snake river, and when he strikes off in his moccasins he seems to be full of youth. During the day Curley also met two Kiowa chiefs and a head man from the Cheyennes, who came to town to see the big fair.

Buffalo Bill yesterday entertained some old English friends in the following party of visiting European newspaper men:

Sir William Leng, of the Sheffield Telegraph; Sir Morgan Morgan, of the Cardiff Express; Lascelles Cam. of the Western Mail; Colonel Morgan. of the Brecon Beacos; Clement Shorter, of the Illustrated London News; Mr. Dixon, of Yorkshire, and Henry Haynie, of the Paris Figaro.

BURIED THE HATCHET

Sitting Bull's Slayer Meets the Sioux Chief, Rain-in-the-Face

COUNCIL OF THE BRAVES.

Curley, the Crow Indian, Is Over-come with Emotion -- Other Events.

Among the many features of the Wild West show was the reconciliation, yesterday afternoon, in the original cabin of the celebrated Mucapapa Sioux chief, Sitting Bull, of the famous Crow Indian scout Curley and the present Sioux chief, Rain-in-the-Face.

Curley, it will be rememberd, is held responsible by the Sioux Indians for the death of their great warrior during the late Indian outbreak at the Pine Ridge agency.

Ever since the killing of Sitting Bull the Sioux Indians have sworn vengeance on the Crows and for nearly two years, until yesterday, Curley had not set eyes on a Sioux Indian, fearing that should he do so be would be killed on sight, which would certainly be his fate were he to return into their midst at Pine Ridge.

Since Buffalo Bill has been in Chicago he has used every known method which his brain could conjure up to induce the scout to join his aggretion, but the "friendly" Indian refused to come on till the "pale face" dismissed the treacherous Sioux. Upon the promise of ample military protection, however, he finally agreed to join the aggregation.

When Curley arrived the meeting was again proposed, but the Crow strenously refused till yesterday, when he was at last persueded by Col. Cody and Maj. Burke to enter the dead chief's cabin.

Inside the cabin, squatted on buffalo robes, were the Sioux chiefs Red Cloud, Rocky Bear, Painted Horse, High Bear and Low Neck, presided over by Rain-in-the-Face. Just to the left of the great chief was the hatchet and pipe of peace. Outside the cabin were several squaws and a band of bucks.

The moment that Curley was announced a weird cry was emitted by the council of peace and the pipe was made ready. Arm in arm, Curley and Rain-in-the-Face left the but and buried the hatcher. Returning to the hut of the pipe of peace was passed around the circle and all went well till Curley's turn came. As the pipe was passed him by Rain-in-the-Face he broke down and commenced to cry like a baby; his eyes rolled from side to side and he watched every chief as a rat in a trap would a dog when some one was about to set it free. Not-withstanding the assurance of teh Sioux chiefs that peace was at last restored he was not contented till he was taken from the hut and led to his own quarters. One Comanche and two Kowa chiefs who are on their way to Washington on business with the government were also present at the metting.

Other features of the Wild West yesterday were the banqueting of the visiting English journalists delegated to the World's Fair and the reception tendered, the Masons who dedicated the Tnrkish mosque in the Midway plaisance.

Buffalo Bill's Wild West.

A huge inclosure on Sixty-third street is likely to be mistaken for the World's Fair these days, so busy a scene does

it present. It is the camping out station of Buffalo Bill's famous "wild West" show, wehre twice every day

The Wild West Show.

Buffalo Bill's Wild West." which will be one of the attractions during the World's Fair opened at ts grounds on Sixty-third street, opposite Jackson Park, at 3 o'clock Weduesday. Two performances, beginning at 3 o'clock in the afternoon and 8 o'clock in the evening, will be given every day, rain oa shine, until Nov 1. The exhibition is under control of W. F. Cody (Buffalo Bill) and Nate Salsbury, and represents the result of twenty years of experience. About 400 riders, representing all the nationalities of the earth and all degrees of civilization, were in the saddle, and every conceivable feat of horsemanship was included in the show. There were representatives of all the most prominent military nations. Among the irregular soldiery were American Indians Arabs, Cossacks, and Tartars. Gauchos and Mexican Raulies. The representatives of trained military is a detachment of the Sixth Cavalry, United States Army; English lanciers, French Chaseurs, and German Pottsdammer Reds. The contrasts which these various daring horsemen affords makes an interesting performance.

Notwithstanding the rain the immense covered arena was filled with enthusiatic spectators. The marksmanship of Col.. Cody was most uproarously appluded. His graceful horsemanship was also cheerd.

Major Jack Burke was there in charge of the details and it is no exaggeration to say that the Wild West Show is the greatest attraction of the season.

The management of the Buffalo Bill Wild West Show announces that two performances will be given every day, Sundays included, and that the state of the weather, rain or shine, will not make the slightest difference in the exhibition.

BELIEVES IN INDIAN SOLDIERS.

An Army Officer Think They Shoudn't Be Trained the Same as Whites.

Captain P. H. Ray, Eighth infantry, in command of a company of Indian soldiers at Fort Washakie, in a recent interview on the value of the Indian as a soldier said: "I believe and know that the Indian, if properly handled, can be made a good soldier. The trouble is that he is generally not so handled. The present practice is to subject him to th emethods presecribed for the white man. This is a mistake. You cannot make of him a good imitation of a white soldier. He should be taken as an Indian and trained as such, and his original traits and good qualities should be perpetuated. Except as to minor regulations, such as those relating to food and clothing, he should be governed as an Indian, pure and simple. As to the Indian's capactiy for military service, there is much adverse criticism. So many have failed in trying to make a soldier of him a good imitation of a white soldier. He should be taken as an Indian and trained as such, and his original traits and good qualities should be perpetuated. Except as to minor regulations, such as those relating to food and clothing, he should be governed as an Indian, pure and simple. As to the Indian's capacity for military service, there is much adverse criticism. So many have failed in trying to make a soldier of him that the government is somewhat discouraged at the prospect. Secretary Elkins, the last secretary of war, shared this feeling. W

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 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 the Sioux on the Little Big Horn. His strong face is red from exposure, his eyes are as clear as the water in Snake river, and when he strikes off in his moccasins he seems to be full of youth. During the day Curley also met two Kiowa chiefs and a head man from the Cheyennes, who came to town to see the big fair.

Buffalo Bill yesterday entertained some old English friends in the following party of visiting European newspaper men:

Sir William Leng, of the Sheffield Telegraph; Sir Morgan Morgan, of the Cardiff Express; Lascelles Cam. of the Western Mail; Colonel Morgan. of the Brecon Beacos; Clement Shorter, of the Illustrated London News; Mr. Dixon, of Yorkshire, and Henry Haynie, of the Paris Figaro.

BURIED THE HATCHET

Sitting Bull's Slayer Meets the Sioux Chief, Rain-in-the-Face

COUNCIL OF THE BRAVES.

Curley, the Crow Indian, Is Over-come with Emotion -- Other Events.

Among the many features of the Wild West show was the reconciliation, yesterday afternoon, in the original cabin of the celebrated Mucapapa Sioux chief, Sitting Bull, of the famous Crow Indian scout Curley and the present Sioux chief, Rain-in-the-Face.

Curley, it will be rememberd, is held responsible by the Sioux Indians for the death of their great warrior during the late Indian outbreak at the Pine Ridge agency.

Ever since the killing of Sitting Bull the Sioux Indians have sworn vengeance on the Crows and for nearly two years, until yesterday, Curley had not set eyes on a Sioux Indian, fearing that should he do so be would be killed on sight, which would certainly be his fate were he to return into their midst at Pine Ridge.

Since Buffalo Bill has been in Chicago he has used every known method which his brain could conjure up to induce the scout to join his aggretion, but the "friendly" Indian refused to come on till the "pale face" dismissed the treacherous Sioux. Upon the promise of ample military protection, however, he finally agreed to join the aggregation.

When Curley arrived the meeting was again proposed, but the Crow strenously refused till yesterday, when he was at last persueded by Col. Cody and Maj. Burke to enter the dead chief's cabin.

Inside the cabin, squatted on buffalo robes, were the Sioux chiefs Red Cloud, Rocky Bear, Painted Horse, High Bear and Low Neck, presided over by Rain-in-the-Face. Just to the left of the great chief was the hatchet and pipe of peace. Outside the cabin were several squaws and a band of bucks.

The moment that Curley was announced a weird cry was emitted by the council of peace and the pipe was made ready. Arm in arm, Curley and Rain-in-the-Face left the but and buried the hatcher. Returning to the hut of the pipe of peace was passed around the circle and all went well till Curley's turn came. As the pipe was passed him by Rain-in-the-Face he broke down and commenced to cry like a baby; his eyes rolled from side to side and he watched every chief