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the stream to

the stream to within a short distance of the old crossing. The presence of a dozen other herds holding along it forced us into a permanent camp a short halfdays ride from the town. The horsewrangler was pressed into service in making up the first guard that night, and taking morg tussler with me, i struck out for dodge in the falling darkness. On reaching the first divide, we halted long enough to locate the campfires along the mulberry to our rear, while above and below and beyond the river, fires flickered like an indian encampment. The lights of dodge were inviting us, and after making a rough estimate of the camps in sight, we rode for town, arriving there between ten and eleven