Quote by Buffalo Bill
So for twelve miles I rode with Sherman, and we became fast friend

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. – Buffalo Bill

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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. – Buffalo Bill

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My restless, roaming spirit would not allow me to remain at home very long. – Buffalo Bill

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

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