The Mccarthy Boys, At The

Major North And Myself Went Out In Advance Of The Command Several Miles And Killed A Number Of Buffaloes.

My Restless, Roaming Spirit Would Not Allow Me To Remain At Home Very Long.

I Felt Only As A Man Can Feel Who Is Roaming Over The Prairies Of The Far West, Well Armed, And Mounted On A Fleet And Gallant Steed.

Nothing Of Course Was Ever Done To Bill For The Killing Of Tutt.

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