Wild Bill Was A Strange Character. In

Having Secured My Indian Actors, I Started For Baltimore, Where I Organized My Combination, And Which Was The Largest Troupe I Had Yet Had On The Road.

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

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.

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

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