Nothing Of Course Was Ever

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.

Don't Ever Say You Are Sorry For "being Caught In The Moment". Because, At That Moment, That Is Exactly Where You Wanted To Be.

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.

The Indians Were Well Mounted And Felt Proud And Elated Because They Had Been Made United States Soldiers.

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.