Well, Bill [Bill Hickok] was a pretty good shot. But he could not shoot as quick as half a dozen men we all knew in those days, nor as straight either. But Bill was cool, and the men who he went up against were rattled, I guess. Bill beat them to it. He made up his mind to kill the other man before the other man had finished thinking.

The McCarthy boys, at the proper moment, gave orders to fire upon the advancing enemy.

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

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.

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

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

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