After crossing the Smoky Hill River, I felt comparatively safe as this was the last stream I had to cross.

I could never resist the call of the trail.

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.

It was my effort, in depicting the West, to depict it as it was.

My wife was delighted with the home I had given her amid the prairies of the far west.

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

If Wild Bill could have made his successful dash into our lines earlier in the day, the attuck would have been made sooner, and greater results might have been expected. The Confederates had suspected him of being a spy for two or three days, and had watched him too closely to allow an opportunity to get away from them sooner.