I Had The Best Buffalo Horse That

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

The Mccarthy Boys, At The Proper Moment, Gave Orders To Fire Upon The Advancing Enemy.

If Wild Bill Could Have Made His Successful Dash Into Our Lines Earlier In The Day, The Attuck Would Have Been Made Sooner, And Greater Results Might Have Been Expected. The Confederates Had Suspected Him Of Being A Spy For Two Or Three Days, And Had Watched Him Too Closely To Allow An Opportunity To Get Away From Them Sooner.

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.