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

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

I found Spotted Tail's lodge. He invited me to enter.

It was my effort, in depicting the West, to depict it as it was.

But the West of the old times, with its strong characters, its stern battles and its tremendous stretches of loneliness, can never be blotted from my mind.

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.

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.