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BUSH-STREET THEATER.-Buffalo Bill and Captain Jack gave the public another of their sensational pictures of border life last evening under the title of Scouts of the Plains. Their pieces are all of similar texture, with a trifling difference of warp and woof. The present has the enviable distinction of being the first play with which the redoubted scout-who is the great star of the engagement-sought for histrionic honors. It is fairly bloodthirsty in its murderous purport, death being hardly pacified with a score of soupers, and the amount of gunpowder expended would suffice to carry on the Turko-Russian war for a twelvemonth. There is a slender thread of plot, which fails, however, to give the piece sufficient continuity to enable the observer to remember, after having left the theater, what it was all about; namely, the feud of a villain of the border with a father of a family, and the abduction of his three daughters. One of them is carried off when an infant, and grows up among the Indians. The young ladies are rescued by the scouts, who marry two of them, the fate of the third remaining uncertain. The play is good of its kind, and there is a great deal of acting, also good of its kind. The applause last evening was liberal, much of it eing applause and laughter, as the reporters say in parentheses when giving the speeches of great orators. The dress-circle was wildly effusive, and the gallery enraptured. Only one matinee and two or three more evenings with the heroic scouts are possible to the people of San Francisco.