General Custer was a close observer and student of personal character.
Quick as lightning Wild Bill pulled his revolver. The stranger fell dead, shot through the brain.
The cholera had broken out at the post, and five or six men were dying daily.
It was my effort, in depicting the West, to depict it as it was.
The Free State men, myself among them, took it for granted that Missouri was a slave state.
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.