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.

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

Indians were frequently off their reservations.

Washington newspaper men know everything.

Frontiersmen good and bad, gunmen as well as inspired prophets of the future, have been my camp companions. Thus, I know the country of which I am about to write as few men now living have known it.

Major North and myself went out in advance of the command several miles and killed a number of buffaloes.

The Indians kept increasing in numbers until it was estimated that we were fighting from 800 to 1,000 of them.