catch a glimpse of "Poor Lo " than out comes his box 

 and the fun begins. On Saturday' one of these enthusi- 

 astic fiends tried to get a snap shot at an old ' ' buck ' ' but 

 didn't meet with nuich success. The moment the old 

 fellow saw the photographer getting ready- to point his 

 box he rushed at him with an uplifted stick, jammed him 

 against the car, took possession of his kodak and doubt- 

 less would have wiped up the floor with the picturetaker 

 had the mounted police not interfered and ordered him 

 back into the train. Yet the fiend wasn't satisfied. He 

 went into the car and thrust the camera out of one of the 

 windows. Instantl}^ the alarm was given, and every 

 squaw and brave, to the number of tliirty or more, dived 

 under the station platform, leaving the discomfited artist 

 to the jeers and hooting of the crowd. One of the ladies 

 of our hunting car, not knowing of this trait in the 

 Indian's character, saw a bunch of squaws lounging 

 around. She got out her kodak and commenced to fix 

 it for a snap shot, when one of the .squaws, in her native 

 tongue, threatened her with violence if she turned "that 

 eye" on them. The lady didn't understand the panto- 

 mime, and proceeded to take the picture. The squaw 

 very angrily pulled a big stone out from under her blanket 

 and threw it with all her force, hitting her on the wrist, 

 inflicting a painful blow. There will be no further use 

 for the kodak on this car for awhile. The telegraph 

 operator here says the Indian is equally afraid of the 

 "ticker," and it is hard work to g^et them near it. 



On the night of the great prize fight between " Mr." 

 Sullivan and "Mr." Corl)ett the cowboys, ranchers, 

 railway men, and in fact all the inhabitants of this 



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