The Indians kept increasing in numbers until it was estimated that we were fighting from 800 to 1,000 of them.

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.

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

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.

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