So far the cattle were well behaved, not a run, and only a single incident occurring worth mention.About half an hour before dawn one morning, the cook aroused the camp with the report that the herd was missing.The beeves had been bedded within two hundred yards of the wagon, and the last watch usually hailed the rekindling of the cook's fire as the first harbinger of day.But on this occasion the absence of the usual salutations from the bed-ground aroused Parent's suspicion.He rushed into camp, and laboring under the impression that the cattle had stampeded, trampled over our beds, yelling at the, top of his lungs.Aroused in the darkness from heavy sleep, bewildered by a bright fire burning and a crazy man shouting, "The beeves have stampeded! the herd's gone! Get up, everybody!" we were almost thrown into a panic.Many of the boys ran for their night-horses, but Clay Zilligan and I fell on the cook and shook the statement out of him that the cattle had left their beds.This simplified the situation, but before I could recall the men, several of them had reached the bed-ground.As fast as horses could be secured, others dashed through the lighted circle and faded into the darkness.From the flickering of matches it was evident that the boys were dismounting and looking for some sign of trouble.
Zilligan was swearing like a pirate, looking for his horse in the murky night; but instead of any alarm, oaths and derision greeted our ears as the men returned to camp.Halting their horses within the circle of the fire, Dorg Seay said to the cook:
"Neal, the next time you find a mare's nest, keep the secret to yourself.I don't begrudge losing thirty minutes' beauty sleep, but I hate to be scared out of a year's growth.Haven't you got cow-sense enough to know that if those beeves had run, they'd have shook the earth? If they had stampeded, that alarm clock of yours wouldn't be a circumstance to the barking of the boys'
guns.Why, the cattle haven't been gone thirty minutes.You can see where they got up and then quietly walked away.The ground where they lay is still steaming and warm.They were watered a little too soon yesterday and naturally got up early this morning.The boys on guard didn't want to alarm the outfit, and just allowed the beeves to graze off on their course.When day breaks, you'll see they ain't far away, and in the right direction.Parent, if I didn't sabe cows better than you do, I'd confine my attention to a cotton patch."Seay had read the sign aright.When day dawned the cattle were in plain view about a mile distant.On the return of the last guard to camp; Vick Wolf explained the situation in a few words.During their watch the herd had grown restless, many of the cattle arising; and knowing that dawn was near at hand, the boys had pushed the sleepy ones off their beds and started them feeding.
The incident had little effect on the irrepressible Parent, who seemed born to blunder, yet gifted with a sunny disposition which atoned for his numerous mistakes.
With the Blue Mountains as our guiding star, we kept to the westward of that landmark, crossing the Llano River opposite some Indian mounds.On reaching the divide between this and the next water, we sighted two dust-clouds to the westward.They were ten to fifteen miles distant, but I was anxious to hear any word of Sponsilier or Forrest, and sent Jake Blair to make a social call.
He did not return until the next day, and reported the first herd as from the mouth of the Pecos, and the more distant one as belonging to Jesse Presnall.Blair had stayed all night with the latter, and while its foreman was able to locate at least a dozen trail herds in close proximity, our two from Uvalde had neither been seen nor heard of.Baffled again, necessity compelled us to turn within touch of some outfitting point.The staples of life were running low in our commissary, no opportunity having presented itself to obtain a new supply since we left the ranch in Medina over a month before.Consequently, after crossing the San Saba, we made our first tack to the eastward.
Brady City was an outfitting point for herds on the old western trail.On coming opposite that frontier village, Parent and Itook the wagon and went in after supplies, leaving the herd on its course, paralleling the former route.They had instructions to camp on Brady Creek that night.On reaching the supply point, there was a question if we could secure the ****** staples needed.The drive that year had outstripped all calculations, some half-dozen chuck-wagons being in waiting for the arrival of a freight outfit which was due that morning.The nearest railroad was nearly a hundred miles to the eastward, and all supplies must be freighted in by mule and ox teams.While waiting for the freight wagons, which were in sight several miles distant, I made inquiry of the two outfitting stores if our Buford herds had passed.If they had, no dealings had taken place on the credit of Don Lovell, though both merchants knew him well.Before the freight outfit arrived, some one took Abb Blocker, a trail foreman for his brother John, to task for having an odd ox in his wheel team.The animal was a raw, unbroken "TL" bull, surly and chafing under the yoke, and attracted general attention.When several friends of Blocker, noticing the brand, began joking him, he made this explanation: "No, I don't claim him; but he came into my herd the other night and got to hossing my steers around.
We couldn't keep him out, and I thought if he would just go along, why we'd put him under the yoke and let him hoss that chuck-wagon to amuse himself.One of my wheelers was getting a little tenderfooted, anyhow."On the arrival of the freight outfit, short shift was made in transferring a portion of the cargo to the waiting chuck-wagons.
