As a good horse is not very apt to jump over a bank, if left to guide himself, I let mine pick his own way.

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.

On reaching the place where the Indians had surprised us, we found the bodies of the three men whom they had killed and scalped, and literally cut into pieces.

As a good horse is not very apt to jump over a bank, if left to guide himself, I let mine pick his own way.

But the West of the old times, with its strong characters, its stern battles and its tremendous stretches of loneliness, can never be blotted from my mind.

Quick as lightning Wild Bill pulled his revolver. The stranger fell dead, shot through the brain.

The Free State men, myself among them, took it for granted that Missouri was a slave state.