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NOISE AND GAYETY

The Drummers See The Wild West Show in Style.

OUTYELLED THE INDIANS.

Sad but Not Serious Accident to Two Members.

Anxiety About Colonel Young - Some Great Story - tellers - To-day's Programme.

Yah hoo, hoo, hoo! The amphitheater of Buffalo Bill's Wild West show was filled with people last night. The announcement had been made that in the congress of the world's rough riders the American Indians would come in first. The vast assembly was hushed in expectation when the Yah hoo, hoo, hoo, came. The people supposed it was part of the programme, and that an Indian has issued the preliminary war cry that would usher them into the arena. The Indians didn't come, but again and again that wild, weird cry came from the midst of the people sitting in the south end of the building. It was the cry of the black cat, and the commercial drummers were at it agian. As the Indians came in the Yah hoo, hoo, hoo, rose above the thud of their galloping horses and their own piercing calls. By this sound the drummers made their presence know. They had met in the clubroom of the Great Northern hotel, and had proceeded to and entered the Wild West show without attracting especial attention, but they knew that when the Indians, and the Cossacks and Turks were let loose their Laurels for making more noise than any body of men on earth might be taken from them.
Drummers' Night at the Show.
It was "drummers' night" at the Wild West show, and Colonel Cody had arranged special features for the evening's entertainment and in his opening short speech of introduction alluded to them. This evoked the usual sound with which Chicago has become so familiar during the last week.
It was an intensely American and patriotic crowd, and, of course, the horsemanship of the cowboys and the maneuvers of the United States cavalry troops brought forth the loudest applause, always led with the "Yah, hoo, hoo."
Everyone who has seen the Wild West show knows how the old stage coach is attacked by Indians and is only saved by the opportune presence of Buffalo Bill and his troop of scouts. The programme was changed last night. The coach stopped at an imaginary mountain hamlet and one lone commercial traveler got in, with some samples of chewing gum. He was an old-time drummer and was got up so as to resemble Seneca de la Vergue, the oldest traveling man among the Columbian associated travelers. When the Indians came he calmly drew his head inside the coach and let the people on the outside shoot each other. When he was captured he took a whisky flask from his pocket and offered it to the chief. Then he opened his samples of tulu and gave the chief's squaw a piece after showing her how to use it. Between the tulu and the whisky he managed to trade his samples off for all the robes and guns in the camp. Then, releasing the driver, they jumped on the coach and rode away with the mail-pouch and money chest unharmed.
This feat was greeted with a perfect volley of hoo hoos. Buffalo Bill and his scouts ordered immense quantities of tulu to aid in subduing the Indians and the tulu drummer established a trade which enriched both him and his house.