Buffalo Bill Quotes

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.

I was persuaded now that I was destined to lead a life on the Plains.

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.

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.

General Custer was a close observer and student of personal character.

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

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

The Indians were well mounted and felt proud and elated because they had been made United States soldiers.

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.

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

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.

Indians were frequently off their reservations.

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

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 audience, upon learning that the real Buffalo Bill was present, gave several cheers between the acts.

Excitement was plentiful during my two years' service as a Pony Express rider.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Major North has had for years complete power over these Indians and can do more with them than any man living.

My great forte in killing buffaloes was to get them circling by riding my horse at the head of the herd and shooting their leaders. Thus the brutes behind were crowded to the left, so that they were soon going round and round.

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.

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

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