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

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

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.

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.

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