Some Days I Would Go Without Any

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

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.

Quick As Lightning Wild Bill Pulled His Revolver. The Stranger Fell Dead, Shot Through The Brain.

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