The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1899-12-31

Something In tho Texas air or association
with that gigantic rollicker, the Hon. JAMES
STEPHEN Hooa, inspires and develops Col.
BRYANs genius. He went to Texas for
rest. He has found there new stimulations
OF his intellectuals, new diversions new
glories. Not since he first stepped TO the
centre Of the stage has he played more
brilliant engagement. Never has he been
more thoroughly and solf-appreciatively
Bryanitish, Bryanesque, Bryanitc, BRYAN.
His life at Austin has been more than
dream and a poem. 1t has been picture,
a panorama Of action. II the graphic arts
are worth their salt, they will preserve the
record OF it for future ages. There Is
whole Bryaniad to ILLUSTRATED and it is itself
the true eiilgy and perfect image OF our
BRYAN. In the heyday Of his power and at
the saturatlon point OF Bryanity.
Half past A. NJ. In Austin. The side
walks are crowded with happy multitudes.
In an hour the hunter OF tho Octopus will
pursue the panther and the Mexican lion
with hound and horn. Here no comes,
mounted on feroclous bronco. BY his
side, astrlde Of another ferocious broncho,
Is Hooo, son OF ANAK. Hood, who weighs
$50 pounds and has a bronco OF the size OF
an elephant. The Colonel has donncd his
corduroys to-day. He wears q vast SOM
brero and a vaster smile. He rides gayly
up and down the streets, contributing pre-
cious wind to an immense horn. He blows
and blows his horn; he is an old performer
on that loved instrument. The crowds
cheer and grin. The ferocious bronco is
a musical critic. disapproves tho Coloncls
selections. and bucks tremendously. The
Colonel IL not To be thrown. The tanner OF
the Octopus is not to be dumped OF by any,
thing that goes on four feet. Up and down
Frances and capers the Colonel. His SOM
brero trembles in the wind. His face is red
with his music. Loud are the cheers OF the
crowd. Louder Is the horn OF the Colonel.
He is as happy as a good man can be In a
world from which the Money Devil has
not been exercised. He has not been SO
happy since he played Indian at school.
And now the hunters leave the town.
BRYAN and HoGa are encompassed by
State officers. by Austin merchants, by
skilled cowpunchers. all on hunting bent.
Last night the panther killed fatted calf,
Intended, no doubt. for some repentant
Gold Democrat. Tho hounds are on the
scent. As they tear on, the Colonel tears
after them. For mile he leads the chase.
Then the ferocious bronco breaks In the
midst OF a thicket. The struggle IL ter
rible. The Colonel keeps his presence OF
mind. but loses his hat and various selec-
tions OF his trousers, At length cowboy
compels the bronco to be governed with
ont ita A hora I,,t L..
trepd. q forester as when he caracoled out
OF Austin. the Colonel blows his horn and
catches up with the hounds. Here we must
quote from the poetical version OF the hunt,
mado by ABE SISKESzooPEB, the Silver
Singer OF the Ozarks:
"Tallyhoiks. tallyho. tsiiyhook. taIfyhoi
BILL BRYAN would ahuntng 60;
HIS hat and much OF his pants are lorn.
But away he capers and toots h, hornl'
How the panther was caught up tree,
lassoed by BILL REDD and given to the
Colonel, who responded in feeling speech;
how the hunters reused but failed to STAY a
Mexican lion; how the Colonel returned TO
Austin, tired. stiff. but delighted, has been
told in The Sun.
The Colonel can ride other steeds than
he and Giant HoGa have been riding
ostriches; two giant ostrlches brought
from the San Antonio ostrich farm. Gifted
birds. sound and kind. and warranted
either as saddle or driving ostriches. Tho
ostrich. like u Chicago platform Democrat
can swallow anything and the Colonel's
admiration for the bird is natural.
Some cautious souls have pished a little
at the praise rained upon Col. BRYAN by
his enthusiasts. He has been compared to
WASHINGTON, JEFFERSON. JACKSON, WEE
sTER. CLAY and LINCOLN Was tho COM
parison just2 Rather let us ask, Was tho
comparison just to tho Colonel? Did
WASHINGTON and tho rest ever ride up and
down the streets OF city blowing n horn
at the top Of their lungs1 Did wAsHINGroN
et al ever ride an ostrich? The Coloncl's