[_The Daughters repudiate with gratifying unanimity any desire to shoot gentlemen on horseback._

_A Bloodthirsty Boy_ (_as the hostile Indians attack the train_). Will the Indians _scalp_ anybody, Uncle?

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_His Uncle._ No, my boy, they don't let 'em get near enough for that, you see! [_The Indians are ignominiously chased off by Cowboys._

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_The Boy_ (_disappointed_). They'd a splendid chance of scalping the Orator that time--and not one of them even saw it!

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_Orator._ Captain JACK BURTZ, of the United States Army, will now give you an example of his phenomenal Lightning Drill.

[_The Captain takes up his position with an air of fierce resolution, and proceeds to do wonderful things with a rifle and fixed bayonet, which he treats with a familiarity bordering on contempt._

_A Lady_ (_to a_ Military Friend--_as the Captain twirls the rifle rapidly round his neck_). Have you ever seen anyone drill like that before?

_The Mil. F._ Saw CINQUEVALLI do something very like it at the Empire. But _he_ had a cannon-ball as well.

_The Lady._ Look at him now--he's making the gun revolve upside down with the bayonet on the palm of his hand! Could _you_ do that?

_The M.F._ Not without drilling a hole in myself.

_The Lady._ It really is wonderful that he shouldn't feel the point, isn't it now?

_The M.F._ Well, I don't see much point _in_ it myself--but so long as it amuses him, I daresay it's all right.

[_The Captain discharges the gun in the air and retires at the double, feeling that his country's safety is secure for the present. JOHNNY BAKER, the young American Marksman, appears and exhibits his skill in shooting upside down._

_The Rigid Matron._ He missed one that time--he's not quite such a good shot as the girl was.

_One of the Daughters._ Oh, but, Mother, you forget! Miss ANNIE OAKLEY didn't stand on _her_--

_The R.M._ (_in an awful voice_), I am perfectly aware of that, EUPHEMIA; so pray don't make such unnecessary remarks!

_An Unsophisticated Spectator_ (_as Master BAKER, after rubbing his forehead, discovers a brickbat under the mat where his head had been_). Now, how _very_ odd! He found a brick in exactly the same place when I was here before! Someone must have a grudge against him, poor boy! But he ought to look _before_ he stands on his head, next time!