I Could Never Resist The Call Of

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.

My Great Forte In Killing Buffaloes Was To Get Them Circling By Riding My Horse At The Head Of The Herd And Shooting Their Leaders. Thus The Brutes Behind Were Crowded To The Left, So That They Were Soon Going Round And Round.

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.

I Could Never Resist The Call Of The Trail.

After Crossing The Smoky Hill River, I Felt Comparatively Safe As This Was The Last Stream I Had To Cross.