Some days I would go without any fire at all, and eat raw frozen meat and melt snow in my mouth for water.
Indians were frequently off their reservations.
My first plan of escape having failed, I now determined upon another.
I began to think that my time had come, as the saying is.
It was my effort, in depicting the West, to depict it as it was.
The greatest of all the Sioux in my time, or in any time for that matter, was that wonderful old fighting man, Sitting Bull, whose life will some day be written by a historian who can really give him his due.