. Philip of Texas; a story of sheep raising in Texas. re hefailed to scent any danger. On he came, slowly at first, as handsome a beast asI ever saw. When he had ventured thus unsuspiciouslywithin perhaps half a rifle shot, father whispered tome that I should take careful aim, either at the bullsneck or just behind the fore shoulder, and when hegave the signal, I was to fire. It seemed to me that the two shots rang out at thesame instant, for they sounded like one, and the blackbull pitched forward on his knees as if struck bylightning. A second later he had rolled over dead,and the work was f
. Philip of Texas; a story of sheep raising in Texas. re hefailed to scent any danger. On he came, slowly at first, as handsome a beast asI ever saw. When he had ventured thus unsuspiciouslywithin perhaps half a rifle shot, father whispered tome that I should take careful aim, either at the bullsneck or just behind the fore shoulder, and when hegave the signal, I was to fire. It seemed to me that the two shots rang out at thesame instant, for they sounded like one, and the blackbull pitched forward on his knees as if struck bylightning. A second later he had rolled over dead,and the work was finished, save the walk of fifteen milesbefore it would be possible to satisfy our hunger. A SUPPLY OF FRESH MEAT We covered the carcass with the branches of the pecantrees as well as possible, in order to keep the wolvesand the turkey buzzards away, for even though we no PHILIP OF TEXAS had been here but a short time, I had learned that any-thing eatable left exposed on the prairie, particularlyfresh meat, would soon be devoured by the noisy coyotes. or those unwholesome-looking birds. Then we setout on our return to the home camp, leaving the cattleto recover from the fright caused by the report of ourrifles as best they might. JERKING BEEF iii When we arrived, at about three oclock in the after-noon, father set one of the negroes to harnessing twomules to the small wagon, and announced that I wasto go back mth a couple of the men to bring in ourgame, for we could not well afford to lose so much freshmeat. The day had been a long one before I found oppor-tunity to crawl into my bed, for it was near midnightwhen we got back with the carcass of the bull. When I opened my eyes next morning, I rememberedthe saw pit, believing I must spend another day at theslow task of making boards and joists from green wood,but father was at work cutting the carcass of the bullinto thin strips, while John and Zeba were buildinga httle scaffold on the prairie a short distance frommothers shelter.
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