Quick As Lightning Wild Bill Pulled His

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.

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

Some Days I Would Go Without Any Fire At All, And Eat Raw Frozen Meat And Melt Snow In My Mouth For Water.

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.

If Wild Bill Could Have Made His Successful Dash Into Our Lines Earlier In The Day, The Attuck Would Have Been Made Sooner, And Greater Results Might Have Been Expected. The Confederates Had Suspected Him Of Being A Spy For Two Or Three Days, And Had Watched Him Too Closely To Allow An Opportunity To Get Away From Them Sooner.