I had many enemies among the Sioux; I would be running considerable risk in meeting them.

I had the best buffalo horse that ever made a track.

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.

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

Some days I would go without any fire at all, and eat raw frozen meat and melt snow in my mouth for water.

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.