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.

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

General Custer was a close observer and student of personal character.

I began to think that my time had come, as the saying is.

I could never resist the call of the trail.

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

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