He told me I must go to the tent of the Strong-Heart and eat raw dog. (While sojourning for a day in a camp of Sioux Indians we were informed that the warriors of the tribe were accustomed to eat raw dog to give them courage previous to going to battle. Artemus was greatly amused with the information. When, in after years, he became weak and languid, and was called upon to go to lecture, it was a favorite joke with him to inquire, "Hingston, have you got any raw dog?") It don't agree with me. I prefer simple food. I prefer pork-pie--because then I know what I'm eating. But as raw dog was all they proposed to give to me --I had to eat it or starve. So at the expiration of two days I seized a tin plate and went to the chief's daughter--and I said to her in a silvery voice--in a kind of German-silvery voice--I said-- "Sweet child of the forest, the pale-face wants his dog." There was nothing but his paws! I had paused too long! Which reminds me that time passes. A way which time has. I was told in my youth to seize opportunity. I once tried to seize one. He was rich. He had diamonds on. As I seized him--he knocked me down. Since then I have learned that he who seizes opportunity sees the penitentiary. (Picture of) The Rocky Mountains. I take it for granted you have heard of these popular mountains. In America they are regarded as a great success, and we all love dearly to talk about them. It is a kind of weakness with us. I never knew but one American who hadn't something--some time--to say about the Rocky Mountains--and he was a deaf and dumb man, who couldn't say anything about nothing. But these mountains--whose summits are snow-covered and icy all the year round--are too grand to make fun of. I crossed them in the winter of '64--in a rough sleigh drawn by four mules. This sparkling waterfall is the Laughing-Water alluded to by Mr. Longfellow in his Indian poem--"Higher-Water." The water is higher up there. (Music.) (Picture of) The plains of Colorado. These are the dreary plains over which we rode for so many weary days. An affecting incident occurred on these plains some time since, which I am sure you will pardon me for introducing here. On a beautiful June morning--some sixteen years ago-- (Music, very loud till the scene is off.) * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * --and she fainted on Reginald's breast! (At this part of the lecture Artemus pretended to tell a story--the piano playing loudly all the time. He continued his narration in excited dumb-show--his lips moving as though he were speaking. For some minutes the audience indulged in unrestrained laughter.) (Picture of) The Prairie on Fire. A prairie on fire is one of the wildest and grandest sights that can be possibly imagined.