The Log of a Cowboy: A Narrative of the Old Trail Days

The Log of a Cowboy: A Narrative of the Old Trail Days
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Adams Andy. The Log of a Cowboy: A Narrative of the Old Trail Days

CHAPTER I. UP THE TRAIL

CHAPTER II. RECEIVING

CHAPTER III. THE START

CHAPTER IV. THE ATASCOSA

CHAPTER V. A DRY DRIVE

CHAPTER VI. A REMINISCENT NIGHT

CHAPTER VII. THE COLORADO

CHAPTER VIII. ON THE BRAZOS AND WICHITA

CHAPTER IX. DOAN'S CROSSING

CHAPTER X "NO MAN'S LAND"

CHAPTER XI. A BOGGY FORD

CHAPTER XII. THE NORTH FORK

CHAPTER XIII. DODGE

CHAPTER XIV. SLAUGHTER'S BRIDGE

CHAPTER XV. THE BEAVER

CHAPTER XVI. THE REPUBLICAN

CHAPTER XVII. OGALALLA

CHAPTER XVIII. THE NORTH PLATTE

CHAPTER XIX. FORTY ISLANDS FORD

CHAPTER XX. A MOONLIGHT DRIVE

CHAPTER XXI. THE YELLOWSTONE

CHAPTER XXII. OUR LAST CAMP-FIRE

CHAPTER XXIII. DELIVERY

CHAPTER XXIV. BACK TO TEXAS

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It was a nice ten days' trip from the San Antonio to the Rio Grande River. We made twenty-five to thirty miles a day, giving the saddle horses all the advantage of grazing on the way. Rather than hobble, Forrest night-herded them, using five guards, two men to the watch of two hours each. "As I have little hope of ever rising to the dignity of foreman," said our segundo, while arranging the guards, "I'll take this occasion to show you varmints what an iron will I possess. With the amount of help I have, I don't propose to even catch a night horse; and I'll give the cook orders to bring me a cup of coffee and a cigarette before I arise in the morning. I've been up the trail before and realize that this authority is short-lived, so I propose to make the most of it while it lasts. Now you all know your places, and see you don't incur your foreman's displeasure."

The outfit reached Brownsville on March 25th, where we picked up Flood and Lovell, and dropping down the river about six miles below Fort Brown, went into camp at a cattle ford known as Paso Ganado. The Rio Grande was two hundred yards wide at this point, and at its then stage was almost swimming from bank to bank. It had very little current, and when winds were favorable the tide from the Gulf ran in above the ford. Flood had spent the past two weeks across the river, receiving and road-branding the herd, so when the cattle should reach the river on the Mexican side we were in honor bound to accept everything bearing the "circle dot" the left hip. The contract called for a thousand she cattle, three and four years of age, and two thousand four and five year old beeves, estimated as sufficient to fill a million-pound beef contract. For fear of losses on the trail, our foreman had accepted fifty extra head of each class, and our herd at starting would number thirty-one hundred head. They were coming up from ranches in the interior, and we expected to cross them the first favorable day after their arrival. A number of different rancheros had turned in cattle in making up the herd, and Flood reported them in good, strong condition.

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When the count ended only two of the men agreed on numbers, The Rebel and the corporal making the same thirty-one hundred and five,—Flood being one under and the Custom House man one over. Lovell at once accepted the count of Priest and the corporal; and the delivery, which, as I learned during the interpreting that followed, was to be sealed with a supper that night in Brownsville, was consummated. Lovell was compelled to leave us, to make the final payment for the herd, and we would not see him again for some time. They were all seated in the vehicle ready to start for town, when the cowman said to his foreman,—

"Now, Jim, I can't give you any pointers on handling a herd, but you have until the 10th day of September to reach the Blackfoot Agency. An average of fifteen miles a day will put you there on time, so don't hurry. I'll try and see you at Dodge and Ogalalla on the way. Now, live well, for I like your outfit of men. Your credit letter is good anywhere you need supplies, and if you want more horses on the trail, buy them and draft on me through your letter of credit. If any of your men meet with accident or get sick, look out for them the same as you would for yourself, and I'll honor all bills. And don't be stingy over your expense account, for if that herd don't make money, you and I had better quit cows."

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