Ned Buntline and Fred Maeder had dramatized one of the stories which the former had written about me for the New York Weekly.  The drama was called “Buffalo Bill, the King of Border Men.”  While I was in New York it was produced at the Bowery Theater; J.B.  Studley, an excellent actor, appearing in the character of “Buffalo Bill,” and Mrs. W.G.  Jones, a fine actress, taking the part of my sister, a leading role.  I was curious to see how I would look when represented by some one else, and of course I was present on the opening night, a private box having been reserved for me.  The theater was packed, every seat being occupied as well as the standing-room.  The drama was played smoothly, and created a great deal of enthusiasm.

The audience, upon learning that the real “Buffalo Bill” was present, gave several cheers between the acts, and I was called on to come out on the stage and make a speech.  Mr. Freleigh, the manager, insisted that I should comply with the request, and that I should be introduced to Mr. Studley.  I finally consented, and the next moment I found myself standing behind the footlights and in front of an audience for the first time in my life.  I looked up, then down, then on each side, and everywhere I saw a sea of human faces, and thousands of eyes all staring at me.  I confess that I felt very much embarrassed—­never more so in my life—­and I knew not what to say.  I made a desperate effort, and a few words escaped me, but what they were I could not for the life of me tell, nor could any one else in the house.  My utterances were inaudible even to the leader of the orchestra, Mr. Dean, who was sitting only a few feet in front of me.  Bowing to the audience, I beat a hasty retreat into one of the canons of the stage.  I never felt more relieved in my life than when I got out of the view of that immense crowd.  That evening Mr. Freleigh offered to give me five hundred dollars a week to play the part of “Buffalo Bill” myself.  I thought that he was certainly joking, especially as he had witnessed my awkward performance; but when he assured me that he was in earnest, I told him that it would be useless for me to attempt anything of the kind, for I never could talk to a crowd of people like that, even if it was to save my neck, and that he might as well try to make an actor out of a government mule.  I thanked him for the generous offer, which I had to decline owing to a lack of confidence in myself; or as some people might express it, I didn’t have the requisite cheek to undertake a thing of that sort.  The play of “Buffalo Bill” had a very successful run of six or eight weeks, and was afterwards produced in all the principal cities of the country, everywhere being received with genuine enthusiasm.

I had been in New York about twenty days when General Sheridan arrived in the city.  I met him soon after he got into town.  In answer to a question how I was enjoying myself, I replied that I had struck the best camp I had ever seen, and if he didn’t have any objections I would like to have my leave of absence extended about ten days.  This he willingly did, and then informed me that my services would soon be required at Fort McPherson, as there was to be an expedition sent out from that point.