The Free State Men, Myself

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

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.

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.

Wild Bill Was Anything But A Quarrelsome Man Yet I Have Personal Knowledge Of At Least Half A Dozen Men Whom He Had At Various Times Killed.

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.