A QUEER SCENE
With the assistance of our horsemen, each looking after his own horse, we were unloaded with a rapidity that astonished even the old dock hands and officials. Through the courtesy of the custom house people, there was hardly a moment’s delay in the process of debarkation, but although landed in London, we were still twelve miles from our future camp. So, quickly loading our entire outfit on three trains we were very speedily delivered at the Midland railway depot, almost adjoining our grounds, and by four o’clock that afternoon the horses were in the stables, watered, fed, and bedded, camp equipage and bedding distributed;our own regular camp cooks were hastening a meal; tents were going up, stoves being erected, tables spread and set in the open air;tepees rapidly erected, and by 6 o’clock a perfect canvas city had sprung up in the heart of West-End London.
The halliards31 of the flag staff raised the starry banner to the breeze, and as the Cowboy band rendered our national air a storm of shouts and cheers went up from the thousands that lined the walls, streets and housetops of the surrounding neighborhoods. This was very gratifying, and in answer to these hearty plaudits we gave them “God Save the Queen,” and so The Wild West and