My restless, roaming spirit would not allow me to remain at home very long.
The Indians kept increasing in numbers until it was estimated that we were fighting from 800 to 1,000 of them.
Wild Bill was anything but a quarrelsome man yet I have personal knowledge of at least half a dozen men whom he had at various times killed.
The Confederates had suspected Wild Bill of being a spy for two or three days, and had watched him closely.
The Indians were well mounted and felt proud and elated because they had been made United States soldiers.
After crossing the Smoky Hill River, I felt comparatively safe as this was the last stream I had to cross.
I thought I was benefiting the Indians as well as the government, by taking them all over the United States, and giving them a correct idea of the customs, life, etc., of the pale faces, so that when they returned to their people they could make known all they had seen.
Washington newspaper men know everything.
The McCarthy boys, at the proper moment, gave orders to fire upon the advancing enemy.
I began to think my time had come, as the saying is.
My wife was delighted with the home I had given her amid the prairies of the far west.
Having secured my Indian actors, I started for Baltimore, where I organized my combination, and which was the largest troupe I had yet had on the road.
The Indians had now become so bad and had stolen so much stock that it was decided to stop the pony express for at least six weeks.
My brother was a great favorite with everybody, and his death cast a gloom upon the whole neighborhood.
We got more provisions for our whiskey than the same money, which we paid for the liquor, would have bought; so after all it proved a very profitable investment.
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.
I felt only as a man can feel who is roaming over the prairies of the far West, well armed, and mounted on a fleet and gallant steed.
As a good horse is not very apt to jump over a bank, if left to guide himself, I let mine pick his own way.
Quick as lightning Wild Bill pulled his revolver. The stranger fell dead, shot through the brain.
Major North and myself went out in advance of the command several miles and killed a number of buffaloes.
Nothing of course was ever done to Bill for the killing of Tutt.
The Free State men, myself among them, took it for granted that Missouri was a slave state.
Some days I would go without any fire at all, and eat raw frozen meat and melt snow in my mouth for water.
I had the best buffalo horse that ever made a track.
Springfield has always had a place in my heart.
General Custer was a close observer and student of personal character.
Indians were frequently off their reservations.
The audience, upon learning that the real Buffalo Bill was present, gave several cheers between the acts.
My debut upon the world`s stage occurred on February 26, 1845, in the State of Iowa.
I had many enemies among the Sioux; I would be running considerable risk in meeting them.
I found Spotted Tail`s lodge. He invited me to enter.
We had avoided discovery by the Sioux scouts, and we were confident of giving them a complete surprise.
Major North has had for years complete power over these Indians and can do more with them than any man living.
My first plan of escape having failed, I now determined upon another.
The cholera had broken out at the post, and five or six men were dying daily.
Wild Bill was a strange character. In person he was about six feet and one inch in height. He was a Plains-man in every sense of the word.