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.

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

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

We got more provisions for our whiskey than the same money, which we paid for the liquor, would have bought; so after all it proved a very profitable investment.

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.

I began to think that my time had come, as the saying is.