My restless, roaming spirit would not allow me to remain at home very long.
You who live your lives in cities or among peaceful ways cannot always tell whether your friends are the kind who would go through fire for you. But on the Plains one's friends have an opportunity to prove their mettle.
Excitement was plentiful during my two years' service as a Pony Express rider.
The first trip of the Pony Express was made in ten days - an average of two hundred miles a day. But we soon began stretching our riders and making better time.
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.
I could never resist the call of the trail.
Some days I would go without any fire at all, and eat raw frozen meat and melt snow in my mouth for water.
I was persuaded now that I was destined to lead a life on the Plains.
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.
But the love of adventure was in father's blood.
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.
Every Indian outbreak that I have ever known has resulted from broken promises and broken treaties by the government.
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.
My debut upon the world's stage occurred on February 26, 1845, in the State of Iowa.
The greatest of all the Sioux in my time, or in any time for that matter, was that wonderful old fighting man, Sitting Bull, whose life will some day be written by a historian who can really give him his due.
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