I Began To Think That My Time

The Cholera Had Broken Out At The Post, And Five Or Six Men Were Dying Daily.

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 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.

It Was My Effort, In Depicting The West, To Depict It As It Was.

I Found Spotted Tail's Lodge. He Invited Me To Enter.