But The West Of The Old Times,

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

The Greatest Of All The Sioux In My Time, Or In Any Time For That Matter, Was That Wonderful Old Fighting Man, Sitting Bull, Whose Life Will Some Day Be Written By A Historian Who Can Really Give Him His Due.

Indians Were Frequently Off Their Reservations.

The Indians Kept Increasing In Numbers Until It Was Estimated That We Were Fighting From 800 To 1,000 Of Them.

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