Buffalo Bill

The first presentation of my show was given in May, 1883, at Omaha, which I had then chosen as my home. From there we made our first summer tour, visiting practically every important city in the country.

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.

So for twelve miles I rode with Sherman, and we became fast friends. He asked me all manner of questions on the way, and I found that he knew my father well, and remembered his tragic death in Salt Creek Valley.

I was persuaded now that I was destined to lead a life on the Plains.

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.

Washington newspaper men know everything.

The Indians kept increasing in numbers until it was estimated that we were fighting from 800 to 1,000 of them.

The Confederates had suspected Wild Bill of being a spy for two or three days, and had watched him closely.

The audience, upon learning that the real Buffalo Bill was present, gave several cheers between the acts.

Major North has had for years complete power over these Indians and can do more with them than any man living.

I had the best buffalo horse that ever made a track.

I had many enemies among the Sioux; I would be running considerable risk in meeting them.

I found Spotted Tail's lodge. He invited me to enter.

I began to think my time had come, as the saying is.

General Custer was a close observer and student of personal character.

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.

My first plan of escape having failed, I now determined upon another.

The first trip of the Pony Express was made in ten days - an average of two hundred miles a day. But we soon began stretching our riders and making better time.

My wife was delighted with the home I had given her amid the prairies of the far west.

Nothing of course was ever done to Bill for the killing of Tutt.