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

On reaching the place where the Indians had surprised us, we found the bodies of the three men whom they had killed and scalped, and literally cut into pieces.

Excitement was plentiful during my two years' service as a Pony Express rider.

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.

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.

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

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