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.

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

The cholera had broken out at the post, and five or six men were dying daily.

Washington newspaper men know everything.

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

Indians were frequently off their reservations.

I was persuaded now that I was destined to lead a life on the Plains.