It Ain't Easy Being A Cowboy – 5 Western Ranchmen Classics in One Volume. Andy Adams

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      Andy Adams

      It Ain't Easy Being A Cowboy – 5 Western Ranchmen Classics in One Volume

      The Outlet, Reed Anthony Cowman, The Wells Brothers...

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      2017 OK Publishing

      ISBN 978-80-272-2083-0

       The Log of a Cowboy: A Narrative of the Old Trail Days

       Reed Anthony, Cowman: An Autobiography

       The Wells Brothers: The Young Cattle Kings

       A Texas Matchmaker

       The Outlet

      The Log of a Cowboy: A Narrative of the Old Trail Days

       Table of Contents

       CHAPTER I UP THE TRAIL

       CHAPTER II RECEIVING

       CHAPTER III THE START

       CHAPTER IV THE ATASCOSA

       CHAPTER V A DRY DRIVE

       CHAPTER VI A REMINISCENT NIGHT

       CHAPTER VII THE COLORADO

       CHAPTER VIII ON THE BRAZOS AND WICHITA

       CHAPTER IX DOAN'S CROSSING

       CHAPTER X "NO MAN'S LAND"

       CHAPTER XI A BOGGY FORD

       CHAPTER XII THE NORTH FORK

       CHAPTER XIII DODGE

       CHAPTER XIV SLAUGHTER'S BRIDGE

       CHAPTER XV THE BEAVER

       CHAPTER XVI THE REPUBLICAN

       CHAPTER XVII OGALALLA

       CHAPTER XVIII THE NORTH PLATTE

       CHAPTER XIX FORTY ISLANDS FORD

       CHAPTER XX A MOONLIGHT DRIVE

       CHAPTER XXI THE YELLOWSTONE

       CHAPTER XXII OUR LAST CAMP-FIRE

       CHAPTER XXIII DELIVERY

       CHAPTER XXIV BACK TO TEXAS

      "Our cattle also shall go with us." — Exodus iv. 26.

      CHAPTER I

       UP THE TRAIL

       Table of Contents

      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 our cattle numbered three cows, and for saving them from the foragers credit must be given to my mother's generalship. There was a wild canebrake, in which the cattle fed, several hundred acres in extent, about a mile from our little farm, and it was necessary to bell them in order to locate them when wanted. But the cows were in the habit of coming up to be milked, and a soldier can hear a bell as well as any one. I was a lad of eight at the time, and while my two older brothers worked our few fields, I was sent into the canebrake to herd the cattle. We had removed the bells from the oxen and cows, but one ox was belled after darkness each evening, to be unbelled again at daybreak. I always carried the bell with me, stuffed with

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