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.
I could never resist the call of the trail.
On reaching the place where the Indians had surprised us, we found the bodies of the three men whom they had killed and scalped, and literally cut into pieces.
The Confederates had suspected Wild Bill of being a spy for two or three days, and had watched him closely.
I had many enemies among the Sioux; I would be running considerable risk in meeting them.
We had avoided discovery by the Sioux scouts, and we were confident of giving them a complete surprise.
