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times gone by and thought it was the best stuff that ever went down a cowboy'.s neck, that five gallons of water on that occasion beat any liquor I had ever swallowed.
In 1872 I gathered 600 or 700 head of my cattle and put them in with Colonel Myers' herd and Mack Stewart and myself drove the herd to Salt Lake again. This trip was much more pleasant than the previous one. We started earlier than the year before, consequently we had no trouble in delivering them. Just before reaching the point of delivery, however, we passed through a very brushy section, and lost some of the cattle. Fanny Hart and myself went back about forty miles and found a lot of them which I sold to a f ellow and got his check for them. We had to hire the horses we rode on this hunt, and paid three dollars per day for each of them besides a dollar and a half a day for boarding our own horses while we were away. While I believe in honesty under reasonable conditions, I did steal some oats for my horse on this trip. We had had a very hard day's drive through a region where there was no grass and when we came to a place where oats, were stacked I just couldn't keep from swiping a few bundles for Old Doc.
I am now seventy-three years of age, and while I have had some very hard times in life, especially while on the trail, still, as old as I am, I think would have the nerve to undertake to go through it all again if I knew where there was a country like this was in those good old days.
My first trail work was under the direction of Tom Lane, in the spring of 1877, around my home at Clarksville, Texas. We put up a herd that was driven to Cheyenne, Wyoming. In the spring of 1878 I put up a herd which later was thrown in with the famous Northup