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.— Buffalo Bill
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My restless, roaming spirit would not allow me to remain at home very long.
The cholera had broken out at the post, and five or six men were dying daily.
Don't ever say you are sorry for "being caught in the moment".
Because, at that moment, that is EXACTLY where you wanted to be.
My great forte in killing buffaloes was to get them circling by riding my horse at the head of the herd and shooting their leaders. Thus the brutes behind were crowded to the left, so that they were soon going round and round.
As a good horse is not very apt to jump over a bank, if left to guide himself, I let mine pick his own way.
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.
Stations were built at intervals averaging fifteen miles apart.
A rider's route covered three stations, with an exchange of horses at each, so that he was expected at the beginning to cover close to forty-five miles - a good ride when one must average fifteen miles an hour.
It was because of my great interest in the West, and my belief that its development would be assisted by the interest I could awaken in others, that I decided to bring the West to the East through the medium of the Wild West Show.
Wild Bill was a strange character. In person he was about six feet and one inch in height. He was a Plains-man in every sense of the word.
I had the best buffalo horse that ever made a track.
The McCarthy boys, at the proper moment, gave orders to fire upon the advancing enemy.
Some days I would go without any fire at all, and eat raw frozen meat and melt snow in my mouth for water.
We got more provisions for our whiskey than the same money, which we paid for the liquor, would have bought; so after all it proved a very profitable investment.
My brother was a great favorite with everybody, and his death cast a gloom upon the whole neighborhood.
Quick as lightning Wild Bill pulled his revolver. The stranger fell dead, shot through the brain.
Having secured my Indian actors, I started for Baltimore, where I organized my combination, and which was the largest troupe I had yet had on the road.
Major North and myself went out in advance of the command several miles and killed a number of buffaloes.
After crossing the Smoky Hill River, I felt comparatively safe as this was the last stream I had to cross.
My first plan of escape having failed, I now determined upon another.
On reaching the place where the Indians had surprised us, we found the bodies of the three men whom they had killed and scalped, and literally cut into pieces.
The Free State men, myself among them, took it for granted that Missouri was a slave state.
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.
The Indians were well mounted and felt proud and elated because they had been made United States soldiers.
The audience, upon learning that the real Buffalo Bill was present, gave several cheers between the acts.
The Confederates had suspected Wild Bill of being a spy for two or three days, and had watched him closely.
Major North has had for years complete power over these Indians and can do more with them than any man living.
We had avoided discovery by the Sioux scouts, and we were confident of giving them a complete surprise.
General Custer was a close observer and student of personal character.
The Indians kept increasing in numbers until it was estimated that we were fighting from 800 to 1,000 of them.
The Indians said the bones were those of a race of people ... three times the size of a man.
My wife was delighted with the home I had given her amid the prairies of the far west.
Washington newspaper men know everything.
I had many enemies among the Sioux; I would be running considerable risk in meeting them.
Nothing of course was ever done to Bill for the killing of Tutt.
My debut upon the world's stage occurred on February 26, 1845, in the State of Iowa.
Well, Bill [Bill Hickok] was a pretty good shot.
But he could not shoot as quick as half a dozen men we all knew in those days, nor as straight either. But Bill was cool, and the men who he went up against were rattled, I guess. Bill beat them to it. He made up his mind to kill the other man before the other man had finished thinking.