Quotes By Buffalo Bill

The cholera had broken out at the post, and five or six men were dying daily.

It was because of my great interest in the West, and my belief that its development would be assisted by the interest I could awaken in others, that I decided to bring the West to the East through the medium of the Wild West Show.

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.

The audience, upon learning that the real Buffalo Bill was present, gave several cheers between the acts.

My mother's sympathies were strongly with the Union. She knew that war was bound to come, but so confident was she in the strength of the Federal Government that she devoutly believed that the struggle could not last longer than six months at the utmost.

The Free State men, myself among them, took it for granted that Missouri was a slave state.

Every Indian outbreak that I have ever known has resulted from broken promises and broken treaties by the government.

We had avoided discovery by the Sioux scouts, and we were confident of giving them a complete surprise.

Excitement was plentiful during my two years' service as a Pony Express rider.

Indians were frequently off their reservations.

Some days I would go without any fire at all, and eat raw frozen meat and melt snow in my mouth for water.

The Indians were well mounted and felt proud and elated because they had been made United States soldiers.

My restless, roaming spirit would not allow me to remain at home very long.

So for twelve miles I rode with Sherman, and we became fast friends. He asked me all manner of questions on the way, and I found that he knew my father well, and remembered his tragic death in Salt Creek Valley.

I found Spotted Tail's lodge. He invited me to enter.

Springfield has always had a place in my heart.

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.

Nothing of course was ever done to Bill for the killing of Tutt.

But the West of the old times, with its strong characters, its stern battles and its tremendous stretches of loneliness, can never be blotted from my mind.

My first plan of escape having failed, I now determined upon another.

I had the best buffalo horse that ever made a track.

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.

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.