The Indians kept increasing in numbers until it was estimated that we were fighting from 800 to 1,000 of them.
I felt only as a man can feel who is roaming over the prairies of the far West, well armed, and mounted on a fleet and gallant steed.
Stations were built at intervals averaging fifteen miles apart. A rider's route covered three stations, with an exchange of horses at each, so that he was expected at the beginning to cover close to forty-five miles - a good ride when one must average fifteen miles an hour.
The Free State men, myself among them, took it for granted that Missouri was a slave state.
Some days I would go without any fire at all, and eat raw frozen meat and melt snow in my mouth for water.
My brother was a great favorite with everybody, and his death cast a gloom upon the whole neighborhood.
Wild Bill was a strange character. In person he was about six feet and one inch in height. He was a Plains-man in every sense of the word.
With the help of a friend I got father into a wagon, when the crowd had gone. I held his head in my lap during the ride home. I believed he was mortally wounded. He had been stabbed down through the kidneys, leaving an ugly wound.
We got more provisions for our whiskey than the same money, which we paid for the liquor, would have bought; so after all it proved a very profitable investment.
I found Spotted Tail's lodge. He invited me to enter.
The McCarthy boys, at the proper moment, gave orders to fire upon the advancing enemy.
General Custer was a close observer and student of personal character.
The first presentation of my show was given in May, 1883, at Omaha, which I had then chosen as my home. From there we made our first summer tour, visiting practically every important city in the country.
You who live your lives in cities or among peaceful ways cannot always tell whether your friends are the kind who would go through fire for you. But on the Plains one's friends have an opportunity to prove their mettle.
Excitement was plentiful during my two years' service as a Pony Express rider.
Wild Bill was anything but a quarrelsome man yet I have personal knowledge of at least half a dozen men whom he had at various times killed.
Indians were frequently off their reservations.
My restless, roaming spirit would not allow me to remain at home very long.
Quick as lightning Wild Bill pulled his revolver. The stranger fell dead, shot through the brain.
We had avoided discovery by the Sioux scouts, and we were confident of giving them a complete surprise.
