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

My wife was delighted with the home I had given her amid the prairies of the far west.

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

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.

After crossing the Smoky Hill River, I felt comparatively safe as this was the last stream I had to cross.

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.