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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.