The first thing I needed was clothes, and at my
direction the Post tailor constructed what I thought was the handsomest
suit in the world. Then I proceeded to buy a necktie, so that I could
wear the present which had come in the little box from the Grand
Duke--a handsome scarf-pin. The Grand Ducal overcoat and a new Stetson,
added to the wardrobe I already possessed, completed my outfit. Almost
everything I had was on my back, but just the same I borrowed a little
trunk of my sister, so as to impress New York with the fact that I had
as many clothes as any visitor from the West.
At the last minute I decided to take along my buckskin suit. Something
told me that some of the people I had met in New York might want to
know just how a scout looked in his business clothes. Mrs. Cody was
much astonished because I did not ask for my brace of pistols, which
had accompanied me everywhere I had gone up to that time.
She had great confidence in these weapons, which more than once had
saved my life. She wanted to know what in the world I would do without
them if I met any bad men in New York. I told her that I supposed there
were policemen in New York whose business it was to take care of such
people. Anyway, I was going to chance it.
On my arrival at Omaha I was met by a number of friends who had heard
of my expected descent on New York. They drove me at once to the United
States Court, where my old friend, Judge Dundee, was on the bench.
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