Sun was middlin' high when I come to--horses gone, and the cussed pony trailed along after them.

It was an hour or two before I caught sight of 'em again.

I was spitting cotton a heap.

Dad always told me to carry water with me, and I sure was wishing I'd minded him.

Well, I went 'way round and headed 'em off--and, dog-gone, they up and run round me.