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outfit. Their stock

outfit. Their stock were scattered over several thousand acres, and when i asked for the boss, a middleaged darky of herculean figure was pointed out as in charge. To my inquiry why he was holding the ford, his answer was that until today the river had been swimming, and now he was waiting for the banks to dry. Ridiculing his flimsy excuse, i kindly yet firmly asked him either to cross or vacate the ford by three oclock that afternoon. Receiving no definite reply, i returned to our herd, which was some five miles in the rear. Beyond the rivers steep, slippery banks and cold water, there was nothing to check a herd. After the noonday halt, the wrangler and myself took our remuda and went