I Had The Best Buffalo Horse That

Some Days I Would Go Without Any Fire At All, And Eat Raw Frozen Meat And Melt Snow In My Mouth For Water.

My Debut Upon The World's Stage Occurred On February 26th, 1845.

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.

My Wife Was Delighted With The Home I Had Given Her Amid The Prairies Of The Far West.