Red River Station on the northern boundary of Texas to various points in Kansas.  In cutting across the bends of the Rio Pecos we secured water each day for the herd, although we were frequently under the necessity of sloping down the banks with mattocks to let the cattle into the river.  By this method it often took us three or four hours to water the herd.  Until we neared Fort Sumner precaution never relaxed against an Indian surprise.  Their sign was seen almost daily, but as there were weaker outfits than ours passing through we escaped any further molestation.

The methods of handling such a herd were a constant surprise to me, as well as the schooling of these plainsmen drovers.  Goodnight had come to the plains when a boy of ten, and was a thorough master of their secrets.  On one occasion, about midway between Horsehead Crossing and our destination, difficulty was encountered in finding an entrance to the river on account of its abrupt banks.  It was late in the day, and in order to insure a quiet night with the cattle water became an urgent necessity.  Our young foreman rode ahead and found a dry, sandy creek, its bed fully fifty yards wide, but no water, though the sand was damp.  The herd was held back until sunset, when the cattle were turned into the creek bed and held as compactly as possible.  The heavy beeves naturally walked back and forth, up and down, the sand just moist enough to aggravate them after a day’s travel under a July sun.  But the tramping soon agitated the sands, and within half an hour after the herd had entered the dry creek the water arose in pools, and the cattle drank to their hearts’ content.  As dew falls at night, moisture likewise rises in the earth, and with the twilight hour, the agitation of the sands, and the weight of the cattle, a spring was produced in the desert waste.

Fort Sumner was a six-company post and the agency of the Apaches and Navajos.  These two tribes numbered over nine thousand people, and our herd was intended to supply the needs of the military post and these Indians.  The contract was held by Patterson & Roberts, eligible by virtue of having cast their fortunes with the victor in “the late unpleasantness,” and otherwise fine men.  We reached the post on the 20th of July.  There was a delay of several days before the cattle were accepted, but all passed the inspection with the exception of about one hundred head.  These were cattle which had not recuperated from the dry drive.  Some few were footsore or thin in flesh, but taken as a whole the delivery had every earmark of an honest one.  Fortunately this remnant was sold a few days later to some Colorado men, and we were foot-loose and free.  Even the oxen had gone in on the main delivery, and harnesses were accordingly bought, a light tongue fitted to the wagon, and we were ready to start homeward.  Mules were substituted for the oxen, and we averaged forty miles a day returning, almost itching for an Indian attack, as we had supplied ourselves with ammunition from the post sutler.  The trip had been a financial success (the government was paying ten cents a pound for beef on foot), friendly relations had been established with the holders of the award, and we hastened home to gather and drive another herd.