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

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.

Every Indian outbreak that I have ever known has resulted from broken promises and broken treaties by the government.

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

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

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

My restless, roaming spirit would not allow me to remain at home very long.