THE STAMPEDE

MAP SHOWING THE TRAIL

HEAT AND THIRST

MEETING WITH INDIANS

CELEBRATING IN DODGE

STORY-TELLING

SWIMMING THE PLATTE



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