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Buffalo Bill in Jail.

Hon. W. F. Cody (Buffalo Bill) paid
a visit to the County Jail yesterday,
some of the inmates having expressed a
desire to see him, previous engagements
preventing them from attending the performances
at the Opera House. After
Atherton had been introduced he said,
"I have met you before." "Where?"
asked Bill. "In Kansas, in 1856." I
was with the Border Ruffians at the time
of the John Brown agitation and Douglas'
popular sovereignty." Atherton
mentioned the names of men and places
familiar to Cody, and an interesting conversation
followed. While passing a
Chinaman's cell in the cage where the
petty offenders are confined, the mooneye
nudged a companion and remarked
in a tone loud enough for Cody to hear,
"Him Buf'lo Bill, way up Mellican man.
Me see him San Flancipoow." "That
Chinaman's got the best of me. I don't
know him," Bill remarked as the party
passed out of the door. He was surprised
at the condition of things in and
about the Jail, and said he had never
been in an institution of the kind where
the arrangements were so perfect for the
comfort and convenience of the guests.
The cells were found to be well provided
with blankets and other necessaries, and
without exception were neat and clean.
The complete system of ventilation
struck his attention, and he remarked
that a room in the Jail would be acceptable
to many on the outside if they knew
how excellent were the arrangements.