I traveled mostly at night, over wild country, with no roads to follow, and that I had to be constantly on the lookout for hostiles, it was thought at the time to be a big ride, as well as a most dangerous one.
The next day it began to snow, and it continued to snow for nearly three days, Snow drifter in the dugout and nearly covered my firewood; i could barely keep a tiny blaze going.
We met a band of hostiles on the big plateau, back of Cedar Bluffs. These hostiles nearly had our scalps; but we stood them off, till at last another train came to our rescue.
When the American cowboys sweep like a tornado up the track, every man swinging his hat and every pony at his utmost speed, a roar of wonder and delight breaks from the thousands.
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