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 restless, roaming spirit would not allow me to remain at home very long.
My first plan of escape having failed, I now determined upon another.
My debut upon the world's stage occurred on February 26, 1845, in the State of Iowa.
My brother was a great favorite with everybody, and his death cast a gloom upon the whole neighborhood.
Springfield has always had a place in my heart.
It was because of my great interest in the West, and my belief that its development would be assisted by the interest I could awaken in others, that I decided to bring the West to the East through the medium of the Wild West Show.
I was persuaded now that I was destined to lead a life on the Plains.
I thought I was benefiting the Indians as well as the government, by taking them all over the United States, and giving them a correct idea of the customs, life, etc., of the pale faces, so that when they returned to their people they could make known all they had seen.
My mother's sympathies were strongly with the Union. She knew that war was bound to come, but so confident was she in the strength of the Federal Government that she devoutly believed that the struggle could not last longer than six months at the utmost.
Major North has had for years complete power over these Indians and can do more with them than any man living.
I began to think my time had come, as the saying is.
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.
General Custer was a close observer and student of personal character.
Frontiersmen good and bad, gunmen as well as inspired prophets of the future, have been my camp companions. Thus, I know the country of which I am about to write as few men now living have known it.