The cholera had broken out at the post, and five or six men were dying daily.
Indians were frequently off their reservations.
Quick as lightning Wild Bill pulled his revolver. The stranger fell dead, shot through the brain.
I could never resist the call of the trail.
Major North and myself went out in advance of the command several miles and killed a number of buffaloes.
My debut upon the world's stage occurred on February 26th, 1845.