The Wheeling daily register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1864-1878, 1867-11-23
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A TALE OF SAVAGE LIFE
BY JOHN QUILL.

North American Indian.
1t is also the simple story of woman's
love.
And it is touching illustration ofthe
power of paternal affection.
As we'll as tale of bitter and terrible
revenge.
1t is alss first class i'll every respect,
and warranted to keep one year in any
climate, and it is u number of other
things, which won't mention, because
don't want to tell the anecdote before
get to it. For / once knew q man who
undertook to write preface to his book,
and when he got through he couldn't tell
whether to make book of the preface or
preface of the book, and he lost his
reason, and became straw-haired luna
tic trying to decide.
Out on the prairie dwelt an Indian
chief PANIED Fiery Nose, and Fiery Nose
had daughter, over whose head sixteen
Indian summers might have passed. .
Now it will be necessary, you perceive,
that this copper Completed young maid
on should have a lover, in order to give
this story the proper degree of interest.
So she had one, and his name W as Buffalo
Bull; and he was an aged brave, some
years her senior, and he wore knock
knees and goggles, and was related to a
red haired tribe of Indians who ate the
bread of idleness, excepting when they
were compelled to work for living.
Buffalo Bull was fine old brave, and he
always hit directly from the shoulder,
and considered it no disgrace to drink
two fingers of fire water at one time, and
wear Grape on his hat when his first wife
died.
He also had cow-lick in his hair.
The old aborigine Fiery Nose, hadn't
the slightest idea in the world that such
venerable old savage as b. B., sprung in
the knees and spawned as he was, ever
thought to marry his daughter. But,
strange to say, that was the very identi-
cal thing upon which Buffalo had set his
heart.
So he called one evening at the fami-
ly mansion of Fiery Nose, with the in
teution of numbering him in peaceable
and friendly manner, and then elOping
with his daughter, the Fair Prairie Flow
| er.
On that very night Fiery Nose sat in
his library with his war paint on, trying
to balance his scalp account, which was
one scalp short, and the Prairie Flower
also wore paint, and sat reading Tupper's
inspiring poems under the chandelier in
the front parlor.
When Buffalo Bull came in, ke went
back into the library, and entered into
conversation with the old man, for he
had rare conversational powers, and
spoke his native tongue with facility
that was at once admirable aXd remark
able.
will you take pipe ~ asked the hos
pitable Fiery Nose; "do take one" hand
ing him coil of gas pipe. ~ have some
tobacco that has a stamp on it, and it
consequently must be good. 1t was
grown in Paducah,"
"Why don't You use the Mud Turtle
brand 7" observed Buffalo Bull. Every
paper you buy has million dollar bill
in it, and you can get it for FIVE cents. 1t
is an excellent investment for your sur
plus earnings. Let me advise you to get
some"
"Ah, will" said Fiery Nose. Pray
hairy" said he to his child, Ego around
and buy me two papers of Mud Turtle
tobacco. You'd better ride. Get quar-
ter's worth of tickets, and you may buy
"yellew jack" with the change"
The fair Prairie Flower kissed her
aged parent until his colors began to run,
and then she went out on her errand with
a small hat over her eyes.
"Nice girl, amt shei' said Fiery Nose;
"I've had great deal Of trouble bring
ing her up, but am amply repaid, and
| 7 4 90 laE g., ,< th.f gal
her with yeast powders. got the best,
and they did the business"
"She is fine girl, and no mistake, and
she seems good, too. By the way, how
are you getting along over at your Sun
day Schoolp
"Tolerably, thank you," said Fiery
Nose; "tolerably. make them an ad-
dress, and play few tunes on the melo-
deon every Sabbath afternoon; but l
can't attend to it properly, you know"
"No! Why notf'
"Well, you see, am constantly inter
rupted. Here last Sunday. while was
right in the midst of touching hymn, a
pale-face came down the road, and was
obliged to 60 out and murder him. He
ran, but told him that he'd got to die,
and if he didn't want to so out on the fly,
he'd better succumb at once"
"Did he I"
Yes he came up and apologized for
running on the ground that he wanted
to see man. But / was mad, for you
know am lymphatic, with tendency
to apople1y, and don't like to run"
"Right enough, too."
$50 l gripped onto this fellow like a
double-headed terrier, and then scalp
ed him, and let him 60. He asked me
what l thought he ought to do, and told
him would advise him as friend to
use hair restoratives warranted not a
dye, and rub it well in."
at did credit to your head and heart,
observed Buffalo Bull.
"He said SO, and concluded by giving
me his hand, and asking me if i wouldn't
bury the hatchet." E-
"Did you signify your willingness to
do so.p
81 did, and the ceremony came of nj
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