At eleven o’clock the next morning he thrust me into a Pullman car, which was in charge of Mr. Angel, an official of the Pullman Car Company, and was taking a private party to the East.

Two of my millionaire hunting companions, J.B.  Heckscher and Colonel Schuyler Crosby, met me at the station and drove me to the Union Club.  That night I was told to put on my evening clothes and accompany them to a theater.  Heckscher was very much disturbed when he saw the Chicago clawhammer that had been purchased for me.

“It will do for tonight,” he said, “but tomorrow I’ll send you to my tailor and have him make you some clothes fit for a gentleman to wear.”

We saw Edwin Booth in a Shakespearean play.  I was told that all my wealthy hunting friends would join me at breakfast the next morning.  I was up at seven o’clock and waiting for them.  The hours dragged slowly by and no guests arrived.  I was nearly famished, but did not dare eat until the company should be assembled.  About eleven o’clock, when I was practically starved, Mr. Heckscher turned up.  I asked him what time they usually had breakfast in New York and he said about half-past twelve or any time therafter up to three.

At one, the gentlemen all made their appearance and were somewhat astonished at the amount of breakfast I stowed away, until they were told that I had been fasting since seven o’clock that morning.

During my visit to New York, I was taken by Mr. James Gordon Bennett to Niblo’s Garden, where I saw “The Black Crook.”  We witnessed the performance from a private box and my breath was fairly taken away when the curtain went up on the fifth act.  Needless to say, that was the first time I had ever witnessed a musical show and I thought it the most wonderful spectacle I had ever gazed upon.

The remainder of my visit in New York was spent in a series of dinners and theater parties.  I was entertained in the house of each gentleman who had been with me on the hunt.  I had the time of my life.

After I had had about all the high life I could stand for the time being I set out for Westchester, Pa., to find the only relative I knew in the East.  My mother was born in Germantown.  Her sister had married one Henry R. Guss, of Westchester.

I found on reaching Westchester that my relative was one of its most important citizens, having the Civil War title of general.  I found his home with no trouble, and he was very delighted to see me.  An old lady, who was a member of his household, he introduced to me as my grandmother.  His first wife, my Aunt Eliza, was dead, and he had married a second time.  He also introduced me to his son, Captain George Guss, who had been in the army with him during the Civil War.

It was not until we had talked of old family connections for an hour or more that they discovered that I was Buffalo Bill; then they simply flooded me with questions.

To make sure that I would return for a second visit, the young people of the family accompanied me back to New York.  I was due for a dinner that evening, so I gave them a card to Mr. Palmer, of Niblo’s Garden, and they all went to see “The Black Crook.”