But The Love Of Adventure Was In

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.

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.

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.

My Brother Was A Great Favorite With Everybody, And His Death Cast A Gloom Upon The Whole Neighborhood.

The Free State Men, Myself Among Them, Took It For Granted That Missouri Was A Slave State.