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

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

Frontiersmen good and bad, gunmen as well as inspired prophets of the future, have been my camp companions. Thus, I know the country of which I am about to write as few men now living have known it.

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.

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.

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

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