I was persuaded now that I was destined to lead a life on the Plains.

Major North has had for years complete power over these Indians and can do more with them than any man living.

The greatest of all the Sioux in my time, or in any time for that matter, was that wonderful old fighting man, Sitting Bull, whose life will some day be written by a historian who can really give him his due.

It was my effort, in depicting the West, to depict it as it was.

I found Spotted Tail's lodge. He invited me to enter.

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

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.