My Restless, Roaming Spirit Would Not Allow

You Who Live Your Lives In Cities Or Among Peaceful Ways Cannot Always Tell Whether Your Friends Are The Kind Who Would Go Through Fire For You. But On The Plains One's Friends Have An Opportunity To Prove Their Mettle.

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

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

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.

My First Plan Of Escape Having Failed, I Now Determined Upon Another.