Wheeling register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1878-1935, 1897-04-16

jurer's pistol still less that 10 make q
revolver on the same principle requires
little extra pains.
All the Indians, like so many children,
were now eager to shoot. and Zanoni was
quite ready 10 accommodate them. He
took seven pistols from his trunkfull of
wonders and proceeded in their presence
10 load each one. He first put in the pow
der and then the wadding and lastly the
bullet and the Indians saw him do it.
He handed each as he loaded it to one Of
the savages.
Suddenly one Of them without warning
fired al him. Zanoni without appearing TO
have noticed him. raised his hand and
seemed TO catch a bullet from his fore
head. He tossed it toward the Indian who
had fired at him.
The red man picked il up with an air
of stupcfaction. but instantly his stolid
features assumed as much a look of SUI
perstitious fear and horror as an Indians
face may be supposed to be capable of eX-
pressing. for the bullet of lead had sud
denly melted in his hand and became
dot Of gore.
Meanwhile the conjurer had the rest
fire and six reports rang out in quick sue
cession Zanoni took off his hat and
showed it to the Indians, who. to their
amazement. beheld their six bullets in the
hat
These pistols had after having been
discharged, all been placed in zanonis
hat.
DO you want 10 fire at me again?"
asked the conjurer.
OF course the Crow braves did. they
would fire at him all day with pleas
ure
'Wel. where are the pistols?">
1t was incredible. but they had vanished
by the simplest of all Juggling tricks. too,
the palming away of objects. but 10 these
Indians it was incomprehensible.
You see!" said Zanoni. Il have swal-
lowed them"
swallowed them?" faltered the Indian.
and he told this to his astonished compan-
ions.
Whereupon Zanoni opened his mouth,
and rolling back his eyes inserted his fling
ers. and to all appearance drew a pistol
from his throat. Another followed. Then
he drew forth third and a fourth. until
he had drawn all seven pistols from his
throat. while the Indians stood looking
on I'm utter bewiderment. and it may be
added that his own party felt no less as
constituent.
After this Zanoni calmly drew forth
number of cartridges and finally a car
bine
lam a Powow." he said so.emnly DO
YOU want TO shoot at me again?" The In
ed the pistols. cartridges and carbines
over TO the white men in the entrench-
ments and smiled benignly upon the as
tonished savages.
He then shook his hand in an off-hand
incidental manner. and knife dropped
from, IL. another followed and another.
TJa shook several more from his left hand
and a dozen from his eyes. ears and nose.
"Perbaps you'd like something to drink?'
no sold smiling. to the Crow who spoke
English.
The acknowledgement up and spoke 70
his fellows "W'isk" he grunted. They
al preferred whiskey.
Zanoni asked him to lend him the blank
at he wore. The Indian took it of doubt
fully and handed It 10 him reluctantly.
anoni shook It. II seemed to be worth
shaking. for a bottle rolled out. He shook
il again: tin cup fell out. He shook it
third time: more tin cups fell out He
shook il once again. and it produced
corkscrew.
Isn't It good wniskey?" asked lamont
as he poured out a portion in a cup. The
Indian smelt it sUspiciously, then he iast-