“I found Spotted Tail’s lodge. He invited me to enter.”

My first plan of escape having failed, I now determined upon another.

Washington newspaper men know everything.

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.

The Indians were well mounted and felt proud and elated because they had been made United States soldiers.

Wild Bill was a strange character. In person he was about six feet and one inch in height. He was a Plains-man in every sense of the word.

Indians were frequently off their reservations.

I had many enemies among the Sioux; I would be running considerable risk in meeting them.

My brother was a great favorite with everybody, and his death cast a gloom upon the whole neighborhood.

Every Indian outbreak that I have ever known has resulted from broken promises and broken treaties by the government.

My wife was delighted with the home I had given her amid the prairies of the far west.

On reaching the place where the Indians had surprised us, we found the bodies of the three men whom they had killed and scalped, and literally cut into pieces.

Quick as lightning Wild Bill pulled his revolver. The stranger fell dead, shot through the brain.

The McCarthy boys, at the proper moment, gave orders to fire upon the advancing enemy.

Major North and myself went out in advance of the command several miles and killed a number of buffaloes.

The Indians said the bones were those of a race of people three times the size of a man.

I was persuaded now that I was destined to lead a life on the Plains.

Chopsticks are one of the reasons the Chinese never invented custard.

My doctor told me to stop having intimate dinners for four. Unless there are three other people.

If vegetarians eat vegetables, what do humanitarians eat?

If I ever own a restaurant, I will never allow the waiters to ask if the diners like their dishes. Particularly when they’re talking.

If music be the food of love play on give me excess of it.

He is rich enough who does not want bread.

Not living for food, but living for the sake of an ideal, that is the goal of education.

If I agree to dispose of any part of our land to the white people I would feel guilty of taking food away from our children’s mouths, and I do not wish to be that mean.