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Washington newspaper men know everything.
I could never resist the call of the trail.
Indians were frequently off their reservations.
Springfield has always had a place in my heart.
But the love of adventure was in father's blood.
I began to think my time had come, as the saying is.
I had the best buffalo horse that ever made a track.
I found Spotted Tail's lodge. He invited me to enter.
I began to think that my time had come, as the saying is.
My debut upon the world's stage occurred on February 26th, 1845.
Nothing of course was ever done to Bill for the killing of Tutt.
It was my effort, in depicting the West, to depict it as it was.
My first plan of escape having failed, I now determined upon another.
I was persuaded now that I was destined to lead a life on the Plains.
General Custer was a close observer and student of personal character.
My restless, roaming spirit would not allow me to remain at home very long.
The cholera had broken out at the post, and five or six men were dying daily.
Excitement was plentiful during my two years' service as a Pony Express rider.
My debut upon the world's stage occurred on February 26, 1845, in the State of Iowa.
My wife was delighted with the home I had given her amid the prairies of the far west.
The McCarthy boys, at the proper moment, gave orders to fire upon the advancing enemy.
I had many enemies among the Sioux; I would be running considerable risk in meeting them.
The Free State men, myself among them, took it for granted that Missouri was a slave state.
The Indians said the bones were those of a race of people ... three times the size of a man.
Quick as lightning Wild Bill pulled his revolver. The stranger fell dead, shot through the brain.
We had avoided discovery by the Sioux scouts, and we were confident of giving them a complete surprise.
My brother was a great favorite with everybody, and his death cast a gloom upon the whole neighborhood.
The audience, upon learning that the real Buffalo Bill was present, gave several cheers between the acts.
Major North and myself went out in advance of the command several miles and killed a number of buffaloes.
After crossing the Smoky Hill River, I felt comparatively safe as this was the last stream I had to cross.
The Indians were well mounted and felt proud and elated because they had been made United States soldiers.
Some days I would go without any fire at all, and eat raw frozen meat and melt snow in my mouth for water.
The Confederates had suspected Wild Bill of being a spy for two or three days, and had watched him closely.
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.
Major North has had for years complete power over these Indians and can do more with them than any man living.
The Indians kept increasing in numbers until it was estimated that we were fighting from 800 to 1,000 of them.
Every Indian outbreak that I have ever known has resulted from broken promises and broken treaties by the government.
Don't ever say you are sorry for "being caught in the moment". Because, at that moment, that is EXACTLY where you wanted to be.
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.
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.
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.
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.
But the West of the old times, with its strong characters, its stern battles and its tremendous stretches of loneliness, can never be blotted from my mind.
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.
The first trip of the Pony Express was made in ten days - an average of two hundred miles a day. But we soon began stretching our riders and making better time.
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.
Frontiersmen good and bad, gunmen as well as inspired prophets of the future, have been my camp companions. Thus, I know the country of which I am about to write as few men now living have known it.
The first presentation of my show was given in May, 1883, at Omaha, which I had then chosen as my home. From there we made our first summer tour, visiting practically every important city in the country.
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.
So for twelve miles I rode with Sherman, and we became fast friends. He asked me all manner of questions on the way, and I found that he knew my father well, and remembered his tragic death in Salt Creek Valley.