Daily Yellowstone journal., 1890-02-02

great speech, From the east TO tie west,
from the north TO the south, the loud cry of
vengeance shall be heard and here he hurls
his knife iuto the center of the Stage, where
IL quivers a defiance Is the curtain falls, In
his anger aud excitement the blade failed to
stick In the stage and bounded into the or.
chestra, the handle hitting the double bass
player OH the top Of his head, which was a.
innocent OF hair rs a billiard hall, SO ss the
curtain came down the old fellow was stamp
ing about aud rubbing his bald pate to the
delight OF the audience.
Il realized now that the storm had burst In
earnest, and that a total wreck would soon
follow. Knowing that ! could not avert the
catastrophe, and having no desire TO face the
tragedian's wrath, like a polite but disloyal
captain l deserted the ship and went in front
to see it 20 down. Byron says Of a battle,
oh, what a sight 10 him who has no friend
or brother therer TO which Prentice adds
and is not there himself The latter wa,
now my case. | was not there myself. and
did not intend to be, so from the secure cor
ner Of an upper private box ! watched the
progress Of the most disastrous performance
l had ever seen.
AS the curtain RISES on the last act the tribs
Of Metamora should rush through the woods
as their leader calls them: but by this time
the braves were 30 frightened that they had
become demoralizei, and as the foremost
rushed through the opening in the woods his
long bow got crosswise between two trees.
This not only precipitated the reiskin over II,
but the entire tribe followed, tumbling head
over heels into the middle Of the stage.
tremblei now lest the big lnjun' would re-
fuse 10 put IN an appearance. AT last, to my
relief, the audience quoted down and Forrest
strobe upun the stage. II I remember the
story, at this point Metamoras wife AMI chill
dren had been stolen away and murdered.
His pathos was fine, and by his magnificent
acting be reduced his audience TO attention
and enthusiasm. All was now going well, and
looked forward TO a happy termination Of
the play, which ! was thankful TO know had
nearly reached its climax.
"A funeral pile Of burning fagots was then
brought on, at which SOM pale face was to
lie sacrificed. The two Indians in charge Of
this mysterious looking article set it down SO
unsteadily that a large sponge, saturated
with flaming alcohol, tumbled of and rolled
down the stage, leaving a track of fire in it
wake. Put il OUT said Forrest, put il
QUIT whereupon the two Indians went down
on their knees and began 10 blow alternately in
a seeSaw way, singeing each Others eyebrows
at every puff. The audience could not stand
this comical picture, and began to break
forth in laughter. Let the theatre burn!
roared Forrest.
AT last one tall Indian, supposed to be Sec
ond IN command, iaajestically waved off the
two who were blowing, and stamped his foot
with force and dignity upon the flaming
sponge, at which IA perfect fountain of burn
ing alcohol spouts-i up his leather legs. He
caught Gre, tried Ia put himself out, rubbing
and jumping about frantically. and at last
danced Of the stage in the most comical ago
ny. Forrest made a furious exit the curtain
was dropped, and the public, in perfect good
nature, dispersed. ! mingled with the crowd
as it e forth, and | never saw an audi
ence, at the end If a five act comedy,
wreathed in such smiles"