Nothing Of Course Was Ever Done To

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.

Nothing Of Course Was Ever Done To Bill For The Killing Of Tutt.

After Crossing The Smoky Hill River, I Felt Comparatively Safe As This Was The Last Stream I Had To Cross.

I Felt Only As A Man Can Feel Who Is Roaming Over The Prairies Of The Far West, Well Armed, And Mounted On A Fleet And Gallant Steed.

My Debut Upon The World's Stage Occurred On February 26th, 1845.