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Driskill, Dallas Driskill, Tol Driskill, Pres Horton, Charlie Raymond, Eberly Peters, John Rutledge, Tom Evans, Mills, one of the cooks, and Bill Hicks, my guard mate.
Near Fort Hayes we rested up on the Smoky River two weeks. A storm there stampeded our cattle and they mixed up with six or seven herds camped there at that time, and it took us several days to separate them. We traveled a northwest course from Hayes to Platte River below Fort Sidney, and went to a point about forty miles this side of Cheyenne, Wyoming, and on to the Snyder Ranch near the foot of the Black Hills, where we delivered the cattle to the new owners. I was offered employment on this ranch at $40 per month, with the privilege of investing my savings, but that country was too cold for me. I was told the snow remained on the ground seven months in the year. Some of us came back to Ellsworth, Kansas, where I helped John Driskill hold beeves for a month, then I took train for Texas, well satisfied that I had enough trail driving. While this is the only trip I ever made up the trail, I have seen much of the old trail drivers, and my hat is off to them. A truer type of manhood never existed in this or any other country. I now live at 3020 West Commerce St., San Antonio, Texas, where I own a comfortable home. I married Miss Ella Michell of Uvalde, November 8, 1888, and we have four children living. Our oldest child died August 8, 1912.
I was raised in Blanco county, Texas. My father, John Carson and Mary Jane, my good Christian mother, who have long since gone to their reward, moved from Mississippi in the early 50's and they settled in East Texas for a few years, then moved to Blanco county,