1896. 



THE AMERICAN BEE-KEEPER. 



THE HEART O' A MAN. 



•Jt's a' very guid to hac millions, 



An rank's no' a thin^ to dispise, 

 But siller's ayo hard to tak' care o', 



An teftles no'c'r niak' a man wise. 

 It is na wliat newspajJiTs ca' ye, 



Or what is tho badfro o' yer clan, 

 But what hat' ye dune for yer brithers, 



An hae yo the heart o' a man? 



Aiblins yc'll marry wi' a duchess, 



An she may be guid as the lave— 

 There's nacthins in r.mk or in riches 



To niak' a true freeman a slave. 

 But, mind ye, there's muckle expected 



Frae one wha wad keep in the van; 

 Sae never let pride rin awa' wi' 



The leal honest heart o' a man. 



Ye may ganj? to kirk, like yer neebors. 



An put a big dole in the plate, 

 Yo may write oiit a check for hundreds, 



When "charity" raps at yer gate, 

 But there's One wha looks at the inside — 



Wha kens a' the bents o' yer plan. 

 He cares no a boddle for riches — 



His gauge is the heart o' the man. 



—Detroit Free Press. 



HE rorOIIT INDIAN'S. 



"Did I ever tell you the story of how 

 Buffalo Bill saved my life and the lives 

 of my companious back in 1869?" asked 

 Sergeant Jim McDonnell in the central 

 police station one day last week. 



It was raining outside like a cloud- 

 burst, and consequently there was a 

 goodly crowd of listeners when Ser- 

 geant Jim asked the opening query. 

 Contrary to his usual custom Jim re- 

 mained standing while telling the story, 

 but. he did not begin until everyone 

 present had several times expressed a 

 desire to hear his experience. After 

 puffing industriously on his cigar for a 

 few moments, during which time his 

 memory began to react, he began: 



"It was back in thefall of 1869 when 

 I was a corporal in the Fifth United 

 States cavalry stationed out in Wyoming 

 territory. The Indians were on the war- 

 path and were giving the government 

 no end of trouble, and it was safe only 

 where large scjuads of armed men were 

 at call. Skirmishes with the wander- 

 ing bands of Sioux and Cheyennes were 

 frequent, and we had smelt powder a 

 dozen times at the period of which I 

 am telling. • 



"One day Colonel Crittenton, our 

 commander, received orders to make a 



foray down around the Republican river 

 in Colorado, and I was picked out as 

 one of the squad of 20 troopers who 

 were to go as tJie advance guard with 

 the sappers and miners. Attaclied to our 

 command as scouts were Buffalo Bill, 

 otherwise Colonel Cody, and Major 

 Prank North, another famous Indian 

 scout, who still sticks to the old calling 

 and localities. Bill and North were sent 

 out with our squad as scouts, and they 

 did sterling service, too, and but for 

 Buffalo Bill's thoughtfulness and 

 knowledge of the red man's methods I 

 might have been six feet under the sod 

 instead of telling this story today. 



"A lieutenant was in command of 

 the squad, a young fellow, fresh from 

 West Point, who knew less about Indian 

 fighting than he did about bicycle rid- 

 ing, and there were no bicycles at that 

 time. His name was Valkman, but for 

 all his lack of experience he was a bright 

 fellow, witli plenty of grit and well 

 liked. There was a sergeant, and I was 

 the corporal. 



"We started with the sun one morn- 

 ing, and everything went easy until we 

 began to reach that part of the country 

 where we knew the Sioux and Cheyennes 

 were. Then we became cautious. Buf- 

 falo Bill and Major North rode away at 

 daylight on the scout, and we saw them 

 no more until the hour of danger had 

 arrived. It was the next day about sun- 

 down. We were just approaching a 

 stream and loafing along as only old 

 cavalrymen can. The object was to go 

 into camp at the stream where we could 

 get fresh water for our horses and for 

 cooking. Before we reached the water, 

 which was a glad sight to the almost 

 parched horses, some of the men spied 

 some moving objects way off in the 

 deep hollow of the wavy hills. It was 

 first believed that the objects were buf- 

 falo running, but some one called at- 

 tention to the fact that the objects were 

 moving too fast for buffalo, and it was 

 suggested that they were antelope. 



"While we were looking and specu- 

 lating, straining our eyes to discern the 

 objects, a pair of rapidly riding horse- 

 men, over a mile off, suddenly came 

 into view from the mound of a gently 

 sloping hill, and after getting fitff'ly into 

 view began riding in circles at a furious 

 gallop. Then we knew that the moving 

 objects that we had been studying wei- 



