ew up in a line and saluted
her. The happy children were shouting in such glee that the poor woman's
fright was unnoticed.

The Indians ranged themselves in the narrow space between the cots, laid
aside their gay blankets, placed their bows upon the floor, and waving
their arms to and fro, executed a quiet war-dance. A sham battle was
fought, followed by a song of victory. After this the blankets were
again donned, the kindly red men went away, still smiling as benignly as
their war paint would allow them to do. A cheer of gratitude and delight
followed them down the broad corridors. The happy children talked about
Buffalo Bill and the "Wild West" for weeks after this visit.

North Platte had long urged my brother to bring the exhibition there.
The citizens wished to see the mammoth tents spread over the ground
where the scout once followed the trail on the actual war-path; they
desired that their famous fellow-citizen should thus honor his home
town. A performance was finally given there on October 12, 1896, the
special car bearing Will and his party arriving the preceding day,
Sunday. The writer of these chronicles joined the party in Omaha, and we
left that city after the Saturday night performance.

The Union Pacific Railroad had offered my brother every inducement
to make this trip; among other things, the officials promised to make
special time in running from Omaha to North Platte.

When we awoke Sunday morning, we found that in some way the train had
been delayed, that instead of making special time we were several hours
late. Will telegraphed this fact to the officials. At the next station
double-headers were put on, and the gain became at once perceptible.
At Grand Island a congratulatory telegram was sent, noting the gain in
time. At the next station we passed the Lightning Express, the "flyer,"
to which usually everything gives way, and the good faith of the company
was evidenced by the fact that this train was side-tracked to make way
for Buffalo Bill's "Wild West" train. Another message was sent over the
wires to the officials; it read as follows:

"Have just noticed that Lightning Express is side-tracked to make way
for Wild west. I herewith promote you to top seat in heaven."

The trip was a continued ovation. Every station was thronged, and Will
was obliged to step out on the platform and make a bow to the assembled
crowds, his appearance being invariably greeted with a round of cheers.
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