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swap yarns with them and recount experiences of the time when a forty-dollar saddle and a ten-dollar hoss was a combination that was hard to beat. In the language of Rip Van Winkle, "Here's to your good health, and your family's good health, and may you all live long and prosper."
My experience on the cattle trail was with a herd of 1,500 cattle in charge of my husband. We left Fort Sumner, New Mexico, May 25, 1896, and arrived at Liberal, Kansas, on the Rock Island railroad, July 25th, following. We crossed the Canadian River at old Fort Bascom, New Mexico, and had to swim it. My duty on this trip was to hunt the watering places, and also the camp grounds for the herd at night, and to assist the young man (George Longan, who is now assistant editor of theKansas City Star) to catch the change of horses for morning, noon and night. I also had to see that the man who drove the trail wagon had plenty of wood with which to cook the meals and have them