My wife was delighted with the home I had given her amid the prairies of the far west.
As a good horse is not very apt to jump over a bank, if left to guide himself, I let mine pick his own way.
I was persuaded now that I was destined to lead a life on the Plains.
I began to think that my time had come, as the saying is.
Some days I would go without any fire at all, and eat raw frozen meat and melt snow in my mouth for water.
Indians were frequently off their reservations.