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sight as they

sight as they grazed forward, their ragged front covering half a mile in width. The rest of the past few days had been a boon to the few tenderfooted ones. The layover had rejuvenated both man and beast. From maps in our possession we knew we were somewhere near the western border of the chickasaw nation, while on our left was the reservation of three blanket tribes of indians. But as far as signs of occupancy were concerned, the country was unmarked by any evidence of civilization. The chisholm cattle trail, which ran from red river to the kansas line, had almost fallen into disuse, owing to encroachments of settlements south of the former and westward on the latter. With the advancement of