Across the country we went and nothing stopped or daunted me until the quarry was brought to earth.

I was in at the death and was given the honor of keeping the brush.
At two o'clock that afternoon I took my departure for the West.

Mr.
Frank Thompson, of the Pennsylvania Railroad, who had ridden my famous buffalo horse, Buckskin Joe, on the great hunt, sent me to Chicago in his own private car.
At the station in Chicago I was met with orders from General Sheridan to continue straight ahead to Fort McPherson as quickly as possible.
The expedition was waiting for me.
At Omaha a party of my friends took me off the train and entertained me until the departure of the next train.

They had heard of my evening clothes and insisted on my arraying myself therein for their benefit.
My trunk was taken to the Paxton Hotel and I put on the clawhammer and all that went with it.

About fifty of my Omaha friends accompanied me to the train; in my silk hat and evening dress I was an imposing spectacle.