It Was My Effort, In Depicting The

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

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.

You Who Live Your Lives In Cities Or Among Peaceful Ways Cannot Always Tell Whether Your Friends Are The Kind Who Would Go Through Fire For You. But On The Plains One's Friends Have An Opportunity To Prove Their Mettle.

General Custer Was A Close Observer And Student Of Personal Character.

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