the day. Still keeping clear of the trail, daily we moved forward
the wagon from three to five miles, allowing the cattle to graze
and rest to contentment. The herd recuperated rapidly, and by the
evening of the fourth day after crossing, the inflammation was so
reduced in those whose eyes were inflamed, that we decided to
start in earnest the next morning.

The cook was ordered to set out the best the wagon afforded,
several outside delicacies were added, and a feast was in sight.
G--G Cederdall had recrossed the river that day to mail a letter,
and on his return proudly carried a basket of eggs on his arm.
Three of the others had joined a fishing party from the Texas
side, and had come in earlier in the day with a fine string of
fish. Parent won new laurels in the supper to which he invited us
about sundown. The cattle came in to their beds groaning and
satiated, and dropped down as if ordered. When the first watch
had taken them, there was nothing to do but sit around and tell
stories. Since crossing Red River, we had slept almost night and
day, but in that balmy May evening sleep was banished. The fact
that we were in the Indian country, civilized though the Indians
were, called forth many an incident. The raids of the Comanches
into the Panhandle country during the buffalo days was a favorite
topic. Vick Wolf, however, had had an Indian experience in the
North with which he regaled us at the first opportunity.

"There isn't any trouble nowadays," said he, lighting a
cigarette, "with these blanket Indians on the reservations. I had
an experience once on a reservation where the Indians could have
got me easy enough if they had been on the war-path. It was the
first winter I ever spent on a Northern range, having gone up to