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.
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I had no books at home. I started to frequent a public library in Lisbon. It was there with no help except curiosity and the will to learn that my taste for reading developed and was refined.
