Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1889-05-12

with our Office and had been from the
Smoky City but few weeks. He had
never seen an Indian. He was nearly dead
to see one. One day, in walked Mr-f-n-
uBs-g-h--un1-r--o-tt-g- All IN the
world he had on was part Of pair Of
breeches; paper collar (tied with req
string) and an old battered plug hat: In
his fragment of pants he carried knlIe
that looked to Mr.. Bynon- like q scytne-
He also had big horse pistol in his belt.
BYNoE AND THE INDIAN.
He went up to Bynon and stretched out
his hand. Bynon put a quarter into 1t.
The Indian was not prepared for this piece
of good luck, but he pocketed the money
and again held out his hand. Bynon was
astonished. He put dime in the Indians
hand. Mr.. Injun pocketed the dime with
great inward satisfaction, and again reached
forth bis hand.
Mr.. Bynon got nervous and said: "Go
away, Indian-me got no more mon for you
go away, Injun." We told Bynon to
which Mr.. Indian took his departure. He
also took Mr.. Bynon's pipe.
Mr.. Bvnon lamented the loss Of his pipe,
but was willing that he should keep il if he
would only stay away. He acknowledged
that he was little bit afraid Of "the paint
ed devil, !" as be called him.
Now, clerk in our Office, O'Reilly, by
name, was something of a Shakespearean
scholar, so he said:
Mr.. Bynon, remember, t"Tis but the eye
of childhood that fears a painted devil"
One of the Cheyennes that visited Guthrie
the other day belongs to the "elite." He
was
AN IMPORTANT FUNcTIoNARY
among his tribe. His head was shaved on
each side, leaving narrow strip in the
middle, which was cut pompadour. That
is, it was reached like mules name, and
stood up like ''quills upon the iretful porcu-
pine" He had wide silver bands around
his arms. His face was painted-had great
rings in his ears, wore gaudy blanket and
lightful Indian. He looked just like the
ones we used to see on the yellow covers of
"Jack Harkaway Among the Indians" and
"Red-Handed Mike, the Terror of the Wild
Commanches.
The Indians are inveterate gamblers.
Show me an Indian that does not gamble
and will show you one that has no money.
But even this will not always deter him,
for he will gamble his pony away, or his
squaw. Redfeld's roulette table is deeply
indebted to these Cheyenne Indians for their
visit to Guthrie the other day. Mr.. Red
field secured every cent of their skin money.
In fact it was Skin game"
The Indians meandered sadly away from
Mr.. Redfeld's place of business. but soon
forgot the loss of their skin money. for they
had in some way secured one of those little
paper wind-mills that small boys delight to
attach to the end of stick, and run against
the wind with. The little Indian boy run
with it, and was delighted. So was the
father. The father took it and run with it.
So did his sister. They were just tickled
to death with it. And right here I must
tell you something about that Indian girl.
PoCAHoNTAs FOUND AT LAST.
1 have lived in the far West, where the
red man roams over the plains, for the best
part of my life, and during all Of this time
I have been searching for an ideal Indian
beauty, with q wealth Of black hair hang
ing down her back. I wanted her to be
and wanted her to wear short
dress, with beads all over it, and wanted
to see the Finely nodded brown arms that
have read about so often in Mr.. j. Fenni-
more Cooper's novels.
/ wanted another Pocahontas. After
searching for six years, during which time
1 could only run across pigeon-toed fat
nosed, disgusting looking squaws came
10 the conclusion that there was no such
thing as an Indian maiden. began to be-
Iieve that the story about the beautiful Po-
cahontas was all myth. I had nearly ar
rived at that doubling state Of mind, when 1
would Just as leave have believed that
America was never discovered at all, when I
found this willowy-like, graceful, dark
eyed Cheyenne beauty. Yes, she was all of
n faA ho aI o6 in hd
prettiest garment ] have ever seen a woman
wear. Her dress was short and displayed
her finely former buckskin leggins.
There were beads embroidered all over
her dress. She would have turned the city
green with envy. All this is no stretch of
She was truly a beautiful
Indian Made" my ideal was found at |
her name was "Eufauls."
BOOMER.