tion>Andy Adams
The Log of a Cowboy
A Narrative of the Old Trail Days
Published by Good Press, 2019
EAN 4057664145598
Table of Contents
THE LOG OF A COWBOY
CHAP.
I. UP THE TRAIL
II. RECEIVING
III. THE START
IV. THE ATASCOSA
V. A DRY DRIVE
VI. A REMINISCENT NIGHT
VII. THE COLORADO
VIII. ON THE BRAZOS AND WICHITA
IX. DOAN'S CROSSING
X. NO MAN'S LAND
XI. A BOGGY FORD
XII. THE NORTH FORK
XIII. DODGE
XIV. SLAUGHTER'S BRIDGE
XV. THE BEAVER
XVI. THE REPUBLICAN
XVII. OGALALLA
XVIII. THE NORTH PLATTE
XIX. FORTY ISLANDS FORD
XX. A MOONLIGHT DRIVE
XXI. THE YELLOWSTONE
XXII. OUR LAST CAMP-FIRE
XXIII. DELIVERY
XXIV. BACK TO TEXAS
THE LOG OF A COWBOY
CHAPTER I
UP THE TRAIL
Just why my father moved, at the close of the civil war, from Georgia to Texas, is to this good hour a mystery to me. While we did not exactly belong to the poor whites, we classed with them in poverty, being renters; but I am inclined to think my parents were intellectually superior to that common type of the South. Both were foreign born, my mother being Scotch and my father a north of Ireland man—as I remember him, now, impulsive, hasty in action, and slow to confess a fault. It was his impulsiveness that led him to volunteer and serve four years in the Confederate army—trying years to my mother, with a brood of seven children to feed, garb, and house. The war brought me my initiation as a cowboy, of which I have now, after the long lapse of years, the greater portion of which were spent with cattle, a distinct recollection. Sherman's army, in its march to the sea, passed through our county, devastating that section for miles in its passing.
Foraging parties scoured the country on either side of its path. My mother had warning in time and set her house in order. Our work stock consisted of two yoke of oxen, while
