| 34BODE ON THE STORM
Buffalo Bill's Warriors Come Parts of the World from All
Parts of the World
Thunder and lightning, oceans of rain,
and mud deep enough to engulf a mule
didn't bother Buffalo Bill a bit yesterday.
He shook his mane in defiance of the elements
and opened his show on schedule
time as if balmy zephyrs had been on tap
and sunshine a drug in the market. The
storm merely figured as an extra feature of
the programme. Bufflo Bill's show
Started out wet but then there isn't
a dry moment in it any how.
In the shadow of the Exposition
the wonderful riders, Sioux Indians, American,
English, German, Cossack and French
cavalrymen, dashed about in the mud as
if they wanted no better parade ground.
Most of the Sioux were serenely comfortable,
for they couldn't get their clothes wet
-a coat of paint was all they wore worth
mentioning, Nearly a hundred of the Brule
and Ogallala Sioux at full gallop swung by
the stand, and drew up in line while the
old world's horsemen and our own crack
cavalrymen and cowboys passed them,
company after company, in review order.
The lightning flashed back lance from
heads drawn sabers and lance heads
and added a new terror to the hideous
finery of Rocky Bear, old Low Neck, young
Jack Red Cloud, the Sioux chiefs. The
Prince of Wales' regiment, the Twelfth
Lancers, with their red-plumed helmets and
flaring flags; the little French chasseurs, in
tight blue coats and red trousers; the Potsdamer
Reds, beloved of Bismarck, with
white plumes flowing from their silver
helmets; the dark, but dashing Cossacks;
the white-cloaked Arabs, Greasers, and
cowboys mingled in a splendid pageant.
It was like real war, till Buffalo Bill
himself on a big bay horse rode out and reviewed
the line of soldiery and wild
cavaliers. Beside this mimic war,
Arabian and Cossack dancers footed it as
madly as they could on three or four boards
laid in the mud; dainty little Annie Oakley
brought her rifle to her shoulder and
smashed lots of glass balls; standing on his
head Johnny Baker splintered more globes
of glass, but Buffalo Bill himself beat them
all as a crystal cracker with his magic gun.
The realistic combats with the Indians
around the Deadwood coach and all the
other sensational sketches from life in the
Wild West are in the show. The spectators
who braved the storm yesterday cheered
with reason, and the applause will last all
Summer, no doubt.
| 34BODE ON THE STORM
Buffalo Bill's Warriors Come Parts of the World from All
Parts of the World
Thunder and lightning, oceans of rain,
and mud deep enough to engulf a mule
didn't bother Buffalo Bill a bit yesterday.
He shook his mane in defiance of the elements
and opened his show on schedule
time as if balmy zephyrs had been on tap
and sunshine a drug in the market. The
storm merely figured as an extra feature of
the programme. Bufflo Bill's show
Started out wet bu then there isn't
a dry moment in it any how.
In the shadow of the Exposition
the wonderful riders, Sioux Indians, American,
English, German, Cossack and French
cavalrymen, dashed about in the mud as
if they wanted no better parade ground.
Most of the Sioux were serenely comfortable,
for they couldn't get their clothes wet
-a coat of paint was all they wore worth
mentioning, Nearly a hundred of the Brule
and Ogallala Sioux at full gallop swung by
the stand, and drew up in line while the
old world's horsemen and our own crack
cavalrymen and cowboys passed them,
company after company, in review order.
The lightning flashed back lance from
heads drawn sabers and lance heads
and added a new terror to the hideous
finery of Rocky Bear, old Low Neck, young
Jack Red Cloud, the Sioux chiefs. The
Prince of Wales' regiment, the Twelfth
Lancers, with their red-plumed helmets and
flaring flags; the little French chasseurs, in
tight blue coats and red trousers; the Potsdamer
Reds, beloved of Bismarck, with
white plumes flowing from their silver
helmets; the dark, but dashing Cossacks;
the white-cloaked Arabs, Greasers, and
cowboys mingled in a splendid pageant.
It was like real war, till Buffalo Bill
himself on a big bay horse rode out and reviewed
the line of soldiery and wild
cavaliers. Beside this mimic war,
Arabian and Cossack dancers footed it as
madly as they could on three or four boards
laid in the mud; dainty little Annie Oakley
brought her rifle to her shoulder and
smashed lots of glass balls; standing on his
head Johnny Baker splintered more globes
of glass, but Buffalo Bill himself beat them
all as a crystal cracker with his magic gun.
The realistic combats with the Indians
around the Deadwood coach and all the
other sensational sketches from life in the
Wild West are in the show. The spectators
who braved the storm yesterday cheered
with reason, and the applause will last all
Summer, no doubt.
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