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

But the love of adventure was in father's blood.

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.

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

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

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.