in progress for the driving of the second herd, oxen had been secured, and a number of extra fine horses were already added to the saddle stock.  The remuda had enjoyed a good month’s rest and were in strong working flesh, and within a few days all the boys reported for duty.  The senior member of the firm was the owner of a large number of range cattle, and it was the intention to round up and gather as many of his beeves as possible for the coming drive.  We should have ample time to do this; by waiting until the latter part of the month for starting, it was believed that few Indians would be encountered, as the time was nearing for their annual buffalo hunt for robes and a supply of winter meat.  This was a gala occasion with the tribes which depended on the bison for food and clothing; and as the natural hunting grounds of the Comanches and Kiowas lay south of Red River, the drovers considered that that would be an opportune time to start.  The Indians would no doubt confine their operations to the first few tiers of counties in Texas, as the robes and dried meat would tax the carrying capacity of their horses returning, making it an object to kill their supplies as near their winter encampment as possible.

Some twenty days were accordingly spent in gathering beeves along the main Brazos and Clear Fork.  Our herd consisted of about a thousand in the straight ranch brand, and after receiving and road-branding five hundred outside cattle we were ready to start.  Sixteen men constituted our numbers, the horses were culled down until but five were left to the man, and with the previous armament the start was made.  Never before or since have I enjoyed such an outing as this was until we struck the dry drive on approaching the Pecos River.  The absence of the Indians was correctly anticipated, and either their presence elsewhere, preying on the immense buffalo herds, or the drift of the seasons, had driven countless numbers of that animal across our pathway.  There were days and days that we were never out of sight of the feeding myriads of these shaggy brutes, and at night they became a menace to our sleeping herd.  During the day, when the cattle were strung out in trail formation, we had difficulty in keeping the two species separated, but we shelled the buffalo right and left and moved forward.  Frequently, when they occupied the country ahead of us, several men rode forward and scattered them on either hand until a right of way was effected for the cattle to pass.  While they remained with us we killed our daily meat from their numbers, and several of the boys secured fine robes.  They were very gentle, but when occasion required could give a horse a good race, bouncing along, lacking grace in flight.