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16 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 vigorous 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 triumphs 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. NEWS RECORD - APRIL 20TH SIOUX CHIEFS ARRIVE. {IMAGE} JOHN NELSON, THE SCOUT. feathered was 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 {IMAGE} CHIEF NO NECK. the greatest pleasure to shake his hand, which they did with much grunting and waving plumes. Greeted the Distinguised Chiefs. Young Jack Red Cloud, Rocky Bear, Standing Bear, White Cloud and No-Neck were the chiefs who stalked up to Col. Coyd, Nate Salsbury and Maj. Burke and shook hands with them. All are influential men among the Indians and are fine-looking specimens of the red-skins. Few of the Sioux are below six feet in height. Oakly Schneider and Jones Asey, who came {IMAGE} 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 variety of colors. Their well-greased hair was {IMAGE} carried in two heavy braids behind their ears and were embellished with eagle feathers, foxes tails, minkskins 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 satrotial honors with the braves. Shortly after the Wild West encampment at 68d 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 Visited Foreign Cities. Enter Ocean Apl. 20th. MEN WHO CAN RIDE. Buffalo Bill's Camp of Roughriders of All Nations. ARABS OF THE DESERT. Cavalrymen of the Steppes and Their Chief. Teresa Dean Dines with Colonel Cody and Views His Cossacks and Lancers. To be or not to be systematic is the question with me just now. I've a sneaking sort of a conviction that one or the other is all wrong. Common sense told me several days ago that the thing to do was to map out a plan for the day before starting for the exposition. Each day I have systemically laid out a line of investigation, and so far the line for the first day has not been checked off. I looked over the list yesterday. It worried me. I would start early and accomplish something. I would make a bee line for the exhibit from Ceylon. I left the train at the nearest entrance to this exhibit, so as not to be tempted to loiter on the way through the grounds. A lot of people who have alighted from the train with me seemed to be unable to get out of my way, so I made some desperate jumps across a muddy road to the other side. That settled it. I brought up at the entrance to Buffalo Bill's camp of the nations. I went in just for a minute, though I was "Positively No Admittance" over the gateway. I never thought of Ceylon again, and neither would you. It was just dinner time in the camp, and everybody was over in the eating-tent said a man at the gate. To see people of all nations eating together would be interesting. I turned involuntarily toward the eating-tent. Saw Bill's People Eat. A man was leaning against a tree who looked as if he could tell me anything I wanted to know. It was the steward. He said that they were all rather disorganized. as yet, but to come right in. He lifted a canvas curtain and we were in the kitchen. At the left was a long dining room with several tables and set for about 125 people. It was the dining-room prepared for the Indians, who were expected at 2:15. We went to the right and there were ten long tables filled with the people of all nations. There was a cowboy hand at one table, the regular musicians at another, at the next the cowboy rough-riders. Then came the Mexican soldiers and the American soldiers - a detachment of the Sixtn Cavalry on a turlough - at the fifth table. On the other side of the tent at the farther visits his parents often. He is one of thirty 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 th women here with these Morocco Arabs, all closely veiled. I have been promised a glimpse of their faces - there were too many men around for this yesterday. TERESA DEAN. table were the English soldiers - the Landers, formerly of the Prince of Wales' Regiment. Then came of the German soldiers, and between them and the French soldiers were the Russians - the Cossacks from Caucassia. 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 expected Indians! never again would they bother about the way Buffalo Bill feeds his Indians or other people entrusted to his care. Dine with Colonel Cody. The savory odor made me 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. Colonel Cody spoke to a pleasant-faced little woman who came forward and whom he introduced as Mamma Whittake. Mamma Whittaker is everybody's mama. She takes care of all the 400 people - givs them medicine, ties up scratches, 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 Vistoria, 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 pitched 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. | 16 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 vigorous 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 triumphs 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. NEWS RECORD - APRIL 20TH SIOUX CHIEFS ARRIVE. {IMAGE} JOHN NELSON, THE SCOUT. feathered was 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 {IMAGE} CHIEF NO NECK. the greatest pleasure to shake his hand, which they did with much grunting and waving plumes. Greeted the Distinguised Chiefs. Young Jack Red Cloud, Rocky Bear, Standing Bear, White Cloud and No-Neck were the chiefs who stalked up to Col. Coyd, Nate Salsbury and Maj. Burke and shook hands with them. All are influential men among the Indians and are fine-looking specimens of the red-skins. Few of the Sioux are below six feet in height. Oakly Schneider and Jones Asey, who came {IMAGE} 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 variety of colors. Their well-greased hair was {IMAGE} carried in two heavy braids behind their ears and were embellished with eagle feathers, foxes tails, minkskins 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 satrotial honors with the braves. Shortly after the Wild West encampment at 68d 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 Visited Foreign Cities. *needs to be finished* NOT FINISHED |
