.3 g 24~  :     LIFE OF BUFFALO BILL.
"Hurrah for 'The Scouts of the Plains!'  That's the name of the play. The work is done. Hurrah !"
The parts were then all copied off separately by the clerks, and handing us our respective portions Buntline said:
"Now, boys, go to work, and do your level best to have this dead-letter perfect for the rehearsal, which takes place ^~ gto-morrow nrorning at ten STDY  THE Po'clock, prompt. I want
Xt ln   ,, tto show iNixon that we'll be ready on time."
I looked at my part and
· This is                 then at Jack; and Jack
looked at his part and then at me. Then we looked at each other, and then at Buntline. We did not know : what to make of the man. d  ra"HIow long will it take alX g  h  you to commit your part to memory, Bill?" asked Jack. .  x^}s  "About six months, a s n e a r as I can calculate. How long will it take you?" answered I.
STUDYING THE PARTS.     "It will take me about
that length of time to learn the first line," said Jack. Nevertheless we went to our room and commenced studying. I thought it was the hardest work I had ever done.
"This is dry business," finally remarked Jack.
"That's just what it is," I answered; " jerk the bell, Jack." The bell-boy soon appeared. We ordered refreshments; after partaking thereof we resumed our task. We studied hard for an hour or two, but finally gave it up as a bad job, although we had succeeded in committing a small portJon to .memory. Buntline now came into the room and said:
"Boys, how are you getting along ?"