Quotes By Buffalo Bill

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.

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

I began to think my time had come, as the saying is.

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.

Major North and myself went out in advance of the command several miles and killed a number of buffaloes.

The Confederates had suspected Wild Bill of being a spy for two or three days, and had watched him closely.

The Indians kept increasing in numbers until it was estimated that we were fighting from 800 to 1,000 of them.

Stations were built at intervals averaging fifteen miles apart. A rider's route covered three stations, with an exchange of horses at each, so that he was expected at the beginning to cover close to forty-five miles - a good ride when one must average fifteen miles an hour.

After crossing the Smoky Hill River, I felt comparatively safe as this was the last stream I had to cross.

We got more provisions for our whiskey than the same money, which we paid for the liquor, would have bought; so after all it proved a very profitable investment.

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

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.

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.

My debut upon the world's stage occurred on February 26, 1845, in the State of Iowa.

I could never resist the call of the trail.

I had many enemies among the Sioux; I would be running considerable risk in meeting them.

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.

Wild Bill was anything but a quarrelsome man yet I have personal knowledge of at least half a dozen men whom he had at various times killed.

It was my effort, in depicting the West, to depict it as it was.

Quick as lightning Wild Bill pulled his revolver. The stranger fell dead, shot through the brain.

The McCarthy boys, at the proper moment, gave orders to fire upon the advancing enemy.