I could never resist the call of the trail.

On reaching the place where the Indians had surprised us, we found the bodies of the three men whom they had killed and scalped, and literally cut into pieces.

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.

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

I could never resist the call of the trail.

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.