In a few days, after spending hours together considering the matter, I had made up my mind that Europe should have an opportunity to study America as nearly at first-hand as possible through the medium of my entertainment.
Details were soon arranged.

In March, 1886, I chartered the steamer _State of Nebraska_, loaded my Indians, cowboys, horses, and stage-coaches on board, and set sail for another continent.
It was a strange voyage.

The Indians had never been to sea before, and had never dreamed that such an expanse of water existed on the planet.
They would stand at the rail, after the first days of seasickness were over, gazing out across the waves, and trying to descry something that looked like land, or a tree, or anything that seemed familiar and like home.

Then they would shake their heads disconsolately and go below, to brood and muse and be an extremely unhappy and forlorn lot of savages.
The joy that seized them when at last they came in sight of land, and were assured that we did not intend to keep on sailing till we fell over the edge of the earth, was something worth looking at.
At Gravesend we sighted a tug flying the American colors, and when the band on board responded to our cheers with "The Star-Spangled Banner" even the Indians tried to sing.

Our band replied with "Yankee Doodle," and as we moved toward port there was more noise on board than I had ever heard in any battle on the Plains.
When the landing was made the members of the party were sent in special coaches to London.