Excerpt: ...an all night ride as he thought, called, "come on, fellers!" And mounting their tired horses they dashed off at almost full speed. There I stood leaning against the rack not feeling able to move. Whisky-peet was rearing and prancing in his great anxiety to follow the crowd. I finally climbed into the saddle, the pony still tied to the rack. I had sense enough left to know that I couldn't get on him if loose, in the fix I was in. Then pulling out my bowie knife I cut the rope and hugged the saddle-horn with both ...
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Excerpt: ...an all night ride as he thought, called, "come on, fellers!" And mounting their tired horses they dashed off at almost full speed. There I stood leaning against the rack not feeling able to move. Whisky-peet was rearing and prancing in his great anxiety to follow the crowd. I finally climbed into the saddle, the pony still tied to the rack. I had sense enough left to know that I couldn't get on him if loose, in the fix I was in. Then pulling out my bowie knife I cut the rope and hugged the saddle-horn with both hands. I overtook and stayed with the crowd all night, but if 163 ever a mortal suffered it was me. My stomach felt as though it was filled with scorpions, wild cats and lizards. I swore if God would forgive me for geting on that drunk I would never do so again. But the promise was broken, as I stated before, when I received the glorious news of Cleveland's election. After New Year's, Moore took Jack Ryan, Vandozen and myself and went on an exploring expedition south, across the Staked plains, with a view of learning the country. The first place we struck was Canyon Paladuro, head of Red river. The whole country over there was full of indians and mexicans. We laid over two days in one of their camps, watching them lance buffaloes. From there we went to Mulberry where we put in three or four days hunting. When we pulled out again our pack-pony was loaded down with fat bear meat. 164 Chapter XVIII. SEVEN WEEKS AMONG INDIANS. On our arrival back to the ranch, Moore rigged up a scouting outfit to do nothing but drift over the Plains in search of strayed cattle. The outfit consisted of a well-filled chuck-wagon, a number one good cook, Mr. O. M. Johnson, and three warriors, Jack Ryan, Vanduzen and myself. We had two good horses apiece, that is, all but myself, I had three counting Whisky-peet. About the sixth day out we struck three thousand Comanche Indians and became pretty badly scared up. We had camped for the night on the plains, at the...
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Like New. No Jacket. Hardcover, full brown leather over boards with gilt lettering on spine and cover, all edges gilt, ribbon bookmark attached at spine, 324 pages. Clean, square, unmarked copy. Growing up along the gulf coast of Texas, a young boy learns to ride horses and rope steers, and at an early age, he finds employment with a local rancher. Soon he is driving cattle all over the untamed West and landing in precarious, yet amusing, situations. Based upon the authoris life, A Texas Cow Boy is truly a classic of the Old West. From his days as a young troublemaker to the capture of Billy the Kid, Chas. A. Siringo, with humor and honesty, brings to life the rough and exciting stories of the men and women who tamed the wild country. Reprinted from the 1885 edition. Classics of the Old West.
