The first presentation of my show was given in May, 1883, at Omaha, which I had then chosen as my home.  From there we made our first summer tour, visiting practically every important city in the country.

For my grand entrance I made a spectacle which comprised the most picturesque features of Western life.  Sioux, Arapahoes, Brules, and Cheyennes in war-paint and feathers led the van, shrieking their war-whoops and waving the weapons with which they were armed in a manner to inspire both terror and admiration in the tenderfoot audience.

Next came cowboys and soldiers, all clad exactly as they were when engaged in their campaigns against the Indians, and lumbering along in the rear were the old stage-coaches which carried the settlers to the West in the days before the railroad made the journey easy and pleasant.

I am sure the people enjoyed this spectacle, for they flocked in crowds to see it.  I know I enjoyed it.  There was never a day when, looking back over the red and white men in my cavalcade, I did not know the thrill of the trail, and feel a little sorry that my Western adventures would thereafter have to be lived in spectacles.

Without desiring to dim the glory of any individual I can truthfully state that the expression “rough riders,” which afterward became so famous, was my own coinage.  As I rode out at the front of my parade I would bow to the audience, circled about on the circus benches, and shout at the top of my voice: 

“Ladies and gentlemen, permit me to introduce you to the rough riders of the world!”

For three years we toured the United States with great success.  One day an Englishman, whose name I never learned, came to see me after the show.

“That is a wonderful performance,” he told me.  “Here in America it meets with great appreciation, but you have no idea what a sensation it would be in the Old World, where such things are unheard of.”

That set me to thinking.  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.