I am Buffalo Bill's horse. I have spent my life under his saddle with him in it too and he is good for two hundred pounds without his clothes; and there is no telling how much he does weigh when he is out on the war-path and has his batteries belted on. He is over six feet is young hasn't an ounce of waste flesh is straight graceful springy in his motions quick as a cat and has a handsome face and black hair dangling down on his shoulders and is beautiful to look at; and nobody is braver than he is and nobody is stronger except myself. Yes a person that doubts that he is fine to see should see him in his beaded buck-skins on my back and his rifle peeping above his shoulder chasing a hostile trail with me going like the wind and his hair streaming out behind from the shelter of his broad slouch. Yes he is a sight to look at then--and I'm part of it myself.