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.

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.

Indians were frequently off their reservations.

Quick as lightning Wild Bill pulled his revolver. The stranger fell dead, shot through the brain.

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.

Major North has had for years complete power over these Indians and can do more with them than any man living.

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