My restless, roaming spirit would not allow me to remain at home very long.
My restless, roaming spirit would not allow me to remain at home very long.
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.
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.
My wife was delighted with the home I had given her amid the prairies of the far west.
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