On Saturday evening the spacious building in which Buffalo Bill exhibits his Wild West Show was literally packed from floor to ceiling, the management being forced to refuse admission in hundreds who clamoured for admittance three quarters of an hour before the advertised time. The show seems to have fairly caught on, as the same eagerness has been shown during the whole week. The management, whose chief aim has been the comfort and convenience of patrons, have arranged that from to night the starting hour shall be half-past seven, as it was found that the entertainment was running too far into the night to allow of those who required to catch trains to see the performance in its entirety. As to the show it is novel, edifying, and amusing, and where such a combination is there are always to be found eager spectators. A fact worthy of mention is that, although there would be quite seven thousand persons within the building on Saturday, the plans have been so perfected that each individual commands an unobstructed view of the arena. The performance opens with a general parade of the celebrities. Thereafter a realistic view of a primeval forest in America is given. Here the spectators, we might say, are startled with a rush of Red Indians, who bear down on the central part with great speed and a whooping cry. They divide and pass out by side exits almost before the spectators have recovered their equilibrium. Then an amusing meeting of two Indian tribes takes place, the sign language causing no end of merriment. The