It Was My Effort, In Depicting The

I Had The Best Buffalo Horse That Ever Made A Track.

But The West Of The Old Times, With Its Strong Characters, Its Stern Battles And Its Tremendous Stretches Of Loneliness, Can Never Be Blotted From My Mind.

Washington Newspaper Men Know Everything.

With The Help Of A Friend I Got Father Into A Wagon, When The Crowd Had Gone. I Held His Head In My Lap During The Ride Home. I Believed He Was Mortally Wounded. He Had Been Stabbed Down Through The Kidneys, Leaving An Ugly Wound.

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