I would have had no show whatever in such a place, and so was extremely glad to find myself again in the open country.
Another time I hitched up another team, one of which, a favourite mustang-chaser, had never been driven.

We made some ten miles all right till we came to the "jumping-off" place of the plains, a very steep, long and winding descent.

Just as we started down, Prince, the horse mentioned, got his tail over the lines, and the ball began.

We went down that hill at racing speed, I having absolutely no control over the terrified animals, which did not stop for many miles.

Again, with the same team I once started to Amarillo, being half a day ahead of the steer herd.