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

Some days I would go without any fire at all, and eat raw frozen meat and melt snow in my mouth for water.

I could never resist the call of the trail.

I felt only as a man can feel who is roaming over the prairies of the far West, well armed, and mounted on a fleet and gallant steed.

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

I had many enemies among the Sioux; I would be running considerable risk in meeting them.

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.