The coach was surrounded by a demoniac band of shooting and shouting Indians.

Blank cartridges were discharged at perilously close proximity to the rulers of four great nations.

Looking around to quiet my followers, I saw that the guests of the occasion were a trifle pale, but they were all of them game, and came out of the affair far less scared than were the absolutely terrified members of the royal suites, who sat in their boxes and wrung their hands in wild alarm.
In recognition of this performance the Prince of Wales sent me a souvenir consisting of a feathered crest, outlined in diamonds, with the words "Ich dien" worked in jewels underneath.

A note in the Prince's own hand expressed the pleasure of his guests in the entertainment I had provided for them.
After a tour of the principal cities we returned to America, proud of our success, and well rewarded in purse for our effort.
The welcome to America was almost as elaborate as that from England.

I quote from the description of it printed in the New York _World_: The harbor probably has never witnessed a more picturesque scene than that of yesterday, when the _Persian Monarch_ steamed up from Quarantine.