Judge — October 25, 1884 — page 4: what you’re looking at

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Frox the will champion do- Col. S. Bull, has ahawkist, p with the lifting of ani unsurpas thirty-eig journey from t marked with grand 8 and public receptions at every R along the route. Ilis untutored month. of late accustomed to naught but Indian y rations blithesome U. S. mouldy bacon, ye live worm-infest hard-tack, and ye scorching Trade: whiskey—} career over the States, clam toothsome quail on toas' nut pie, and ye inspiring evident gusto, Thus do all countries honor their great personages. Napoleon had his triumphal re Paris, and Lalla Rookh her g through Delhi, while Am rior, Recumbent Gentleman-bovine, ye mn 1 on to ye champagne, with properly worshipped, and had his big toe duly kissed as a conquering hero, during his recent travels to the wsthetic East. As the renowned Chieftain stands in the N. Y. Eden Musee, the observed of all ob- servers, I wonder if his thoughts fly back with regret to those halcyon days of yore, when he and his bosom pard, Hunkydory- Brave-That-Chaws--off-The-White-Man’s- r, wandered over hill and dale on their ive heath in search of the pale-faces’ } gore? Does he yearn for those joyous times when he had raw soldier for breakfast, boiled emi- grant for dinner, and baked Quaker Miss- onary for supper? innocent readers, but J chips that he doe ring to give it . the vermillion-hned Sioux Muldoon ired from the w th business at ve nta- content for the time being, and let the Utes and Apaches have a monopoly of the massacre racket. Mr. Bull can he gets it, just he has a “* puddin ppreciate ell as the next one, and When he has visited Bo: ton, and g back to his banks of the Missouri, loaded es, nobby elc he willsitdown in his wig over a pappe with his patent-lea gaitered foot, dexterously squirt some tobacco juice ing and duleet tones that he is going to be a good Indian now, and keep peace with the whites, But when many moons have come and gone, and his cash has fled, his dude outfit worn out, and the Agency grub getting monot- onous, then the angelic Sitting Bull will rand Washing: vation on the wn with pres- jewelry ” now that suits him toa | ble to hissquaw in | away some dark nig followers and raise hel’ n’ blazes alot frontier, until he is recaptured and « brought East to be lionized. To qnote the la f my distinguished friend Gen. Sheridan: ** The desf Injun is a nus motto should le Great Primer it red crewel on silver per- hung on the wall in dead one! ”— be worked in let Text with bri forated e: every Ch Those rs of Dou » JOSE A receipt for Angels of Light.— Select a fresti-l moral leper of the largest variety (Jos buléus). Cover with a vaste made by mixing calcined carbonate of Jitte with water. Rec in a dark place. An intelligent. correspondent—who con- one or a gone conclusion (we member which) that Mr. Dantel, an who plays second fiddle to St. John, will soon be called to preside over the United States Senate—respectfully wants to know whether this is the same Daniel who, in the words of the brave old hymn, ‘ went up through the den of lions.” We respect- fully believe that this is the identical Daniel —so far, at least, that he will probably went up again some time in November. comicbooks.com