The Saturday Evening Post Volume 181, No. 8

The Saturday Evening Post Volume 181, No. 8

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1909 edition. Excerpt: ...corral. The Boys Were Neat and Clean Enough The start was by starlight---a starlight so dim that the horses were given their head after being guided into the road that led to the crossing of the river. The air was more than pleasantly snappy, and as we loped along there was a merry drumming of hoofs upon the frosty, hardpacked ground. But, presently, the road was left; we entered a wide, board panel in a barbed-wire fence, and took our way thenceforth across grass. It was a silent ride, except for an occasional monosyllable. The cattle-raiser led, the point of his cigar making a red spot in the darkness, and the rest of us came behind him in an uneven line. We rode through one great pasture, then another, and another. At the borders of these we were brought up sharply. Barbed-wire fences, not discernible in the gloom, but known to the boss, were stretched across our dim trail. Soon the light grew until we could see one another, when our breath and the breath of our horses looked white in the air, like the steam of so many busy kettles. Then, "'the false dawn," said a tenderfoot, nodding toward the east. It was the real dawn, instead-such a dawn as makes men look and reverence. We were all looking, when-under the noses of the horses sounded a crisp whir, and a score of prairie-chickens rose and shot forward out of sight over the crest of a rise. Ah! Just so did they rise in the days of the old round-ups! The next moment, in the most romantic way possible, as it might have been arranged for us especially by some great unseen stage manager, there were the cattle! As we came upon them, our horses' ears betraying their presence, we saw, first off, their many curving horns, like the leafless tops of a distant grove of more

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  • Paperback | 458 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 24mm | 812g
  • United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236941497
  • 9781236941497