My Debut Upon The World's Stage Occurred

Quick As Lightning Wild Bill Pulled His Revolver. The Stranger Fell Dead, Shot Through The Brain.

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

My Wife Was Delighted With The Home I Had Given Her Amid The Prairies Of The Far West.

The Free State Men, Myself Among Them, Took It For Granted That Missouri Was A Slave State.

If Wild Bill Could Have Made His Successful Dash Into Our Lines Earlier In The Day, The Attuck Would Have Been Made Sooner, And Greater Results Might Have Been Expected. The Confederates Had Suspected Him Of Being A Spy For Two Or Three Days, And Had Watched Him Too Closely To Allow An Opportunity To Get Away From Them Sooner.