I Felt Only As A

My Restless, Roaming Spirit Would Not Allow Me To Remain At Home Very Long.

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.

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

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.

Frontiersmen Good And Bad, Gunmen As Well As Inspired Prophets Of The Future, Have Been My Camp Companions. Thus, I Know The Country Of Which I Am About To Write As Few Men Now Living Have Known It.