It was a wet, bad year on the Old Western Trail. From Red River north and all along was herd after herd waterbound by high water in the rivers. Our outfit lay over nearly a week on the South Canadian, but we were not alone, for there were five other herds waiting for the river to go down. This river had tumbled over her banks for several days, and ...Read MoreIt was a wet, bad year on the Old Western Trail. From Red River north and all along was herd after herd waterbound by high water in the rivers. Our outfit lay over nearly a week on the South Canadian, but we were not alone, for there were five other herds waiting for the river to go down. This river had tumbled over her banks for several days, and the driftwood that was coming down would have made it dangerous swimming for cattle. We were expected to arrive in Dodge early in June, but when we reached the North Fork of the Canadian, we were two weeks behind time. Old George Carter, the owner of the herd, was growing very impatient about us, for he had had no word from us after we had crossed Red River at Doan's crossing. Other cowmen lying around Dodge, who had herds on the trail, could hear nothing from their men, but in their experience and confidence in their outfits guessed the cause-it was water. Our surprise when we came opposite Camp Supply to have Carter and a stranger ride out to meet us was not to be measured. They had got impatient waiting, and had taken the mail buckboard to Supply, making inquiries along the route for the Hat herd, which had not passed up the trail, so they were assured. Carter was so impatient that he could not wait, as he had a prospective buyer on his hands, and the delay in the appearing of the herd was very annoying to him. Old George was as tickled as a little boy to meet us all. The cattle were looking as fine as silk. The lay-overs had rested them. The horses were in good trim, considering the amount of wet weather we had had. Here and there was a nigger brand, but these saddle galls were unavoidable when using wet blankets. The cattle were twos and threes. We had left western Texas with a few over thirty-two hundred head and were none shy. We could have counted out more, but on some of them the Hat brand had possibly faded out. We went into a cosy camp early in the evening. Everything needful was at hand, wood, water, and grass. Cowmen in those days prided themselves on their outfits, and Carter was a trifle gone on his men.Read Less
New. Printed and bound by Wayne and Judy Dasher. 160 p. THIS IS A REPRINT, NOT THE ORIGINAL PUBLICATION. TEXT ONLY. A collection of western camp-fire stories. Drifting North; Seigerman's Per Cent; "Bad Medicine"; A Winter Round-Up; A College Vagabond; The Double Trail; Rangering; At Comanche Ford; Around the Spade Wagon; The Ransom of Don Ramon Mora; The Passing of Peg-Leg; In the Hands of His Friends; A Question of Possession; The Story of a Poker Steer. Approx. 8 x 9. Not indexed. Color of cover may vary.
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New. This item is printed on demand. Cattle Brands is a collection of western camp-fire stories. Adams wrote extensively about cowmen and the cattle business. His stories have an authenticity of detail and style that sets them apart. This 1906 collection cont.
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