But the love of adventure was in father's blood.

My brother was a great favorite with everybody, and his death cast a gloom upon the whole neighborhood.

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.

Frontiersmen good and bad, gunmen as well as inspired prophets of the future, have been my camp companions. Thus, I know the country of which I am about to write as few men now living have known it.

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

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.

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.

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

My wife was delighted with the home I had given her amid the prairies of the far west.

The first presentation of my show was given in May,1883, at Omaha, which I had then chosen as my home. From there we made our first summer tour, visiting practically every important city in the country.