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re was only half a dozen hard…boiled eggs to the man； and I don't remember of any of you being so generous as to share yours with me。 Those few plates of prunes that I ate for dessert wouldn't hurt nobody they're medicine to some folks。 Unroll our bed； pardner； and I'll thrash around on it awhile。〃
Several trail stories of more or less interest were told； when Runt Pickett； in order to avoid the smoke； came over and sat down between Burl Van Vedder and me。 He had had an experience； and instantly opened on us at short range。 〃Speaking of stampedes；〃 said Runt； 〃reminds me of a run I was in； and over which I was paid by my employer a very high compliment。 My first trip over the trail； as far north as Dodge； was in '78。 The herd sold next day after reaching there； and as I had an old uncle and aunt living in middle Kansas； I concluded to run down and pay them a short visit。 So I threw away all my trail togswell； they were worn out； anywayand bought me a new outfit complete。 Yes； I even bought button shoes。 After visiting a couple of weeks with my folks； I drifted back to Dodge in the hope of getting in with some herd bound farther northI was perfectly useless on a farm。 On my return to Dodge； the only thing about me that indicated a cow…hand was my Texas saddle and outfit； but in toggery； in my visiting harness； I looked like a rank tenderfoot。
〃Well； boys； the first day I struck town I met a through man looking for hands。 His herd had just come in over the Chisholm Trail； crossing to the western somewhere above。 He was disgusted with his outfit； and was discharging men right and left and hiring new ones to take their places。 I apologized for my appearance； showed him my outfit； and got a job cow…punching with this through man。 He expected to hold on sale a week or two； when if unsold he would drift north to the Platte。 The first week that I worked； a wet stormy night struck us； and before ten o'clock we lost every hoof of cattle。 I was riding wild after little squads of cattle here and there； guided by flashes of lightning； when the storm finally broke。 Well； there it was midnight； and I didn't have A HOOF OF CATTLE to hold and no one to help me if I had。 The truth is； I was lost。 Common horse…sense told me that； but where the outfit or wagon was was anybody's guess。 The horses in my mount were as good as worthless； worn out； and if you gave one free rein he lacked the energy to carry you back to camp。 I ploughed around in the darkness for over an hour； but finally came to a sudden stop on the banks of the muddy Arkansaw。 Right there I held a council of war with myself； the decision of which was that it was at least five miles to the wagon。
〃After I'd prowled around some little time； a bright flash of lightning revealed to me an old deserted cabin a few rods below。 To this shelter I turned without even a bid； unsaddled my horse and picketed him； and turned into the cabin for the night。 Early the next morning I was out and saddled my horse； and the question was； Which way is camp？ As soon as the sun rose clearly； I got my bearings。 By my reasoning； if the river yesterday was south of camp； this morning the wagon must be north of the river； so I headed in that direction。 Somehow or other I stopped my horse on the first little knoll； and looking back towards the bottom； I saw in a horseshoe which the river made a large bunch of cattle。 Of course I knew that all herds near about were through cattle and under herd； and the absence of any men in sight aroused my curiosity。 I concluded to investigate it； and riding back found over five hundred head of the cattle we had lost the night before。 'Here's a chance to make a record with my new boss；' I said to myself； and circling in behind； began drifting them out of the bottoms towards the uplands。 By ten o'clock I had got them to the first divide； when who should ride up but the owner； the old cowman himselfthe sure enough big auger。
〃'Well； son；' said my boss； 'you held some of them； didn't you？''yes；' I replied； surly as I could； giving him a mean look； 'I've nearly ridden this horse to death； holding this bunch all night。 If I had only had a good man or two with me； we could have caught twice as many。 What kind of an outfit are you working； anyhow； Captain？' And at dinner that day； the boss pointed me out to the others and said； 'That little fellow standing over there with the button shoes on is the only man in my outfit that is worth a 。'〃
The cook had finished his work； and now joined the circle。 Parent began regaling us with personal experiences； in which it was evident that he would prove the hero。 Fortunately； however； we were spared listening to his self…laudation。 Dorg Seay and Tim Stanley； bunkies； engaged in a friendly scuffle； each trying to make the other get a firebrand for his pipe。 In the tussle which followed； we were all compelled to give way or get trampled underfoot。 When both had exhausted themselves in vain； we resumed our places around the fire。 Parent； who was disgusted over the interruption； on resuming his seat refused to continue his story at the request of the offenders； replying； 〃The more I see of you two varmints the more you remind me of mule colts。〃
Once the cook refused to pick up the broken thread of his story； John Levering； our horse…wrangler； preempted the vacated post。 〃I was over in Louisiana a few winters ago with a horse herd；〃 said John； 〃and had a few experiences。 Of all the simple people that I ever met； the 'Cajin' takes the bakery。 You'll meet darkies over there that can't speak a word of anything but French。 It's nothing to see a cow and mule harnessed together to a cart。 One day on the road； I met a man； old enough to be my father； and inquired of him how far it was to the parish centre； a large town。 He didn't know； except it was a long； long ways。 He had never been there； but his older brother； once when he was a young man； had been there as a witness at court。 The brother was dead now； but if he was living and present； it was quite possible that he would remember the distance。 The best information was that it was a very long ways off。 I rode it in the mud in less than two hours； just about ten miles。
〃But that wasn't a circumstance to other experiences。 We had driven about three hundred horses and mules； and after disposing of over two thirds of them； my employer was compelled to return home； leaving me to dispose of the remainder。 I was a fair salesman； and rather than carry the remnant of the herd with me； made headquarters with a man who owned a large cane…brake pasture。 It was a convenient stopping…place； and the stock did well on the young cane。 Every week I would drive to some distant town eighteen or twenty head； or as many as I could handle alone。 Sometimes I would sell out in a few days； and then again it would take me longer。 But when possible I always made it a rule to get back to my headquarters to spend Sunday。 The owner of the cane…brake and his wife were a simple couple； and just a shade or two above the Arcadians。 But they had a daughter who could pass muster； and she took quite a shine to the 'Texas…Hoss…Man；' as they called me。 I reckon you understand now why I made that headquarters？there were other r