The Mccarthy Boys, At The Proper Moment,

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.

I Was Persuaded Now That I Was Destined To Lead A Life On The Plains.

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.

Major North Has Had For Years Complete Power Over These Indians And Can Do More With Them Than Any Man Living.

I Had Many Enemies Among The Sioux; I Would Be Running Considerable Risk In Meeting Them.