Capitolo 53
River, you will have the Chisholm Trail, while crossing
civilized tribe, and free from every bother of cover Indian.
South of the river the grass is tied up to be best that on the
run of western routing, and if we have to buy water, we will have the
advantage of the competition."
With this summary of the situation, a decision was easily,
arrival. The Footstep of Chisholm was good enough for me. Following on
the side of north of the Fork Chiara, we approximately passed winds miles to
the west of Strong Beginner. Being born east from north continually, some
days we crossed later the principal Brazos to a low stage of water.
But from there to Red River a test was not to be repeated. Thread
enclosures stopped us to every turn. Owners of pastures refused
permission to pass through. Passages worked in the wrong direction, and
open country for pasture was scarce. Thing us the dreaded more, lack
of drink for the herd, it was the least one of our troubles, necessity
only asking for his/her purchase three or four times. And as a
climax to a week of aching tests, when we was in sight of Red
River a sand and storm of dust struck us, while blinding men and herd,
for times. The beeveses were all right, for with their lowered heads
it turned him their backs to the howling strong wind, while the horsemen took
it on every side. The bovine livestock they went adrift to the wish in an uncontrollable
mass. The air was filled so with sieving sand and dust of eddying
what impossible was for seeing a man climbed on to a distance of
fifty enclosures. The wind blew a hurricane, while doing him/it impossible to
you get off in front of him. Our horses trembled with fear,
unstable on their feet. The a lot of amount of expenses of sky darkened as if
night was falling. Two bystander of the men threw him in the
lead of the beeves, dismissing be-shooters to check them, what
you/he/she could not also be felt by the one on the side and in the back.
Once the herd went adrift against a metallic net, it leveled down it and
him moved on, surly but irresistible. Toward evening the storm