Title: "Buffalo Bill" to Uncle Sam

Periodical: FUN

Date: February 22, 1888

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"Buffalo Bill" to Uncle Sam.

[Colonel the Hon. W. F. Cody has written to a friend in America, stating that our atmosphere is too limited for him to breathe in freely, and our island too small to permit of his taking equestrian exercise in it conveniently.]

DEAR SAM.—I want to get back home, I do:
I'm stifled here. I darn't breathe. I tell you,
For fear of robbing some one else of air.
Of which they haven't half a sniff to spare.
Their atmosphere's made up of fog and soot;
The people tread each other under foot;
They swarm as thick as Californian fleas,—
At every throw I'd lasso ten with ease.
Their biggest county would not make a farm
Out West,—you, Sam, could hold it in your palm!
In fact, their island's so tarnation small,
I dar'n't ride far, lest in the sea I'd fall—
On their "d—d railways" I've scarce left one station
Before I'm told I'm at my destination.
In short, I haven't room to freely stand,
Much less to move on this mere scrap of land.
P.S.—I must not fail to let you know
We've done a wondrous business with the show:
The British shekels have pour'd in like rain,
And if I thought 'twould pay, I'd come again;
But as I fancy no more's to be got,
I'll tell you what I think of England—rot!

Title: "Buffalo Bill" to Uncle Sam

Periodical: FUN

Date: February 22, 1888

Topic: European Tours

Keywords: American frontier Poetry Population density Railroad travel Satire Social satire Sparsely populated areas United States--Geography Wit and humor

Place: Great Britain

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