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      Andy Adams

      The Life of a Cowboy: Complete 5 Book Collection

      True Life Tales of Texas Cowboys and Adventure Novels

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      2017 OK Publishing

      ISBN 978-80-272-2087-8

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

       A Texas Matchmaker

       The Outlet

       Reed Anthony, Cowman: An Autobiography

       The Wells Brothers: The Young Cattle Kings

      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 grass, in order to have it at hand when wanted.

      During the first few days of the raid, a number of mounted foraging parties passed our house, but its poverty was all too apparent, and nothing was molested. Several of these parties were driving herds of cattle and work stock of every description, while by day and by night gins and plantation houses were being given to the flames. Our one-roomed log cabin was spared, due to the ingenious tale told by my mother as to the whereabouts of my father; and yet she taught her children to fear God and tell the truth. My vigil was trying to one of my years, for the days seemed like weeks, but the importance of hiding our cattle was thoroughly impressed upon my mind. Food was secretly brought to me, and under cover of darkness, my mother and eldest brother would come and milk the cows, when we would all return home together. Then, before daybreak, we would be in the cane listening for the first tinkle, to find the cattle and remove the bell. And my day's work commenced anew.

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