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.

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

My debut upon the world's stage occurred on February 26th, 1845.

But the love of adventure was in father's blood.

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

My first plan of escape having failed, I now determined upon another.

I thought I was benefiting the Indians as well as the government, by taking them all over the United States, and giving them a correct idea of the customs, life, etc., of the pale faces, so that when they returned to their people they could make known all they had seen.