My debut upon the world's stage occurred on February 26th, 1845.

With the help of a friend I got father into a wagon, when the crowd had gone. I held his head in my lap during the ride home. I believed he was mortally wounded. He had been stabbed down through the kidneys, leaving an ugly wound.

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

I had many enemies among the Sioux; I would be running considerable risk in meeting them.

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.

Washington newspaper men know everything.

My debut upon the world's stage occurred on February 26th, 1845.