The Waynesburg Republican. [volume] (Waynesburg, Pa.) 1867-18??, 1867-10-30

This is thrilling narrative Of a
noble North American Indian.
1t is also the simple story ola
woman's love.
And it is a touching illustration of
the power Of paternal affection. Z
As well as a tale of bitter and ter
rible revenge.
1t is also first-class in every respect,
and warranted to keep one year in any
climate, and it is number of other
things, which | won't mention, because
| don't want to tell the anecdote before
| get to it. For once knew man
| who undertook to write a 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 a
straw-haired lunatic trying to decide.
Out in the prairie dwelt an Indian
chief named Fiery Nose, and Fiery
Nose had a daughter, over whose head
sixteen Indian summers might have
passed. r "-
Now it will be necessary, you per-
ceive, that this copper completed young
maiden should have a lover, in order
to give this story the proper degree of
interest. SO she had one, and his
name was Buffalo Bull, and he was an
aged brave, some years her senior, and
he wore knock-knccs and goggles, and
was related to a red haired tribe of In
dams who ate the bread of idlcness,
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 nine
fingers Of fire water at one time, and
wear Grape on his hat when his first
wife died.
He also had a cow-lck 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 daugh-
ter. But, strange to say, that was the
very indcntical thing upon which Buff
talo had set his heart.
So he called one evening at the
family mansion of Fiery Nose, with
the intention of numbering him in
pcaccablo and friendly manner, and
then clipping with his daughter, the
Fair Prairie Flower.
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 par
lor.
When Buffalo Bull came in, he
went back into the library, and enter
ed into conversation with the old man,
for he had rare conversational powers,
and spoke his native tongue with
facility that was at once admirable and
remarkable.
"Will you take pipe?' asked the
hospitable Fiery Nose; "do, take one"
handing him a coil of gas-pipc. Il
have some tobacco that has stamp on
it, and it consequently must be good.
1t was grown in Paducha." .
"Why don't you use the Mud Tur-
tie brandt" observed Buffalo Bull.
Every paper you buy has a million
dollar bill in it, and you can get it for
five cents. 1t is an excellent invest
mcnt foryour surplus earnings. Let
me advise you to get some"
"Ah, | will" said Fiery Nose.
"Prayhaire," said he to his child, ego
around and buy me two papers of Mud
Turtle tobacco. You'd better ride.
Get quarters worth of tickets, and
you may buy "yellow 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 er-
rand with a small hat over her eyes.
"Nice girl, amt she?" said Fiery
Nose ;'"I've had a great deal oftrouble
bringing her up, but l am amply re-
paid, and 1 attribute all to the fact
that I raised her with yeast powders.
| got the best, and they did the busi-
ness"
"She is fine girl, and no mistake,
and she seems good, too. BY thewav,
how are you getting along over at your
Sunday School ?" ..-tF' sa
"Tolerably, thank you," said Fiery
Nose; "tolcrably. l make them an
address, and play few tunes on the
melodeon every Sabbath afternoon
but l can't attend to it properly, you
know"
"No? Why not~
"Well, you see, | am constantly in
terrupted. Here last Sunday, while /
was right in the midst of a touching
hymn, pale face came down the road,
and | was obliged to go out and muir
der him. He ran, but l told him that
he'd got to die, and if he didn't want
to go out on the fly, he'd better sue.
cumb at once" ma.r s,fo "
'Did he 2"
"Yes, he came up and apologized
for running, on the ground that he