g with a bow, and her suite followed her
example, the gentlemen removing their hats. Will acknowledged the
courtesy by waving his sombrero about his head, and his delighted
company with one accord gave three ringing cheers that made the arena
echo, assuring the spectators of the healthy condition of the lungs of
the American visitors.

The Queen's complaisance put the entire company on their mettle, and the
performance was given magnificently. At the close Queen Victoria asked
to have Will presented to her, and paid him so many compliments as
almost to bring a blush to his bronzed cheek. Red Shirt was also
presented, and informed her Majesty that he had come across the Great
Water solely to see her, and his heart was glad. This polite speech
discovered a streak in Indian nature that, properly cultivated, would
fit the red man to shine as a courtier or politician. Red Shirt walked
away with the insouciance of a king dismissing an audience, and some
of the squaws came to display papooses to the Great White Lady. These
children of nature were not the least awed by the honor done them. They
blinked at her Majesty as if the presence of queens was an incident of
their everyday existence.

A second command from the Queen resulted in another exhibition before
a number of her royal guests. The kings of Saxony, Denmark, and Greece,
the Queen of the Belgians, and the Crown Prince of Austria, with others
of lesser rank, illumined this occasion.

The Deadwood coach was peculiarly honored. This is a coach with a
history. It was built in Concord, New Hampshire, and sent to the Pacific
Coast to run over a trail infested by road agents. A number of times
was it held up and the passengers robbed, and finally both driver and
passengers were killed and the coach abandoned on the trail, as no one
could be found who would undertake to drive it. It remained derelict
for a long time, but was at last brought into San Francisco by an old
stage-driver and placed on the Overland trail. It gradually worked its
way eastward to the Deadwood route, and on this line figured in a number
of encounters with Indians. Again were driver and passengers massacred,
and again was the coach abandoned. Will ran across it on one of his
scouting expeditions, and recognizing its value as an adjunct to his
exhibition, purchased it. Thereafter the tragedies it figured in were of
the mock variety.

One of the incidents of the Wild West, as all remember, is an Indian