General Custer Was A Close

Well, Bill [bill Hickok] Was A Pretty Good Shot. But He Could Not Shoot As Quick As Half A Dozen Men We All Knew In Those Days, Nor As Straight Either. But Bill Was Cool, And The Men Who He Went Up Against Were Rattled, I Guess. Bill Beat Them To It. He Made Up His Mind To Kill The Other Man Before The Other Man Had Finished Thinking.

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

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.

The Free State Men, Myself Among Them, Took It For Granted That Missouri Was A Slave State.

As A Good Horse Is Not Very Apt To Jump Over A Bank, If Left To Guide Himself, I Let Mine Pick His Own Way.