. Philip of Texas; a story of sheep raising in Texas. he other, to keep the sheep from straying, and suc-ceeded in holding them to the true course only bythe aid of my dog, who had more sound commonsense in that shaggy body of his than the brightest ladI have ever come across. Gyp was a willing worker,and a cheery companion at all times. He would runhere and there regardless of the heat, and when thesheep were partly straightened up as they should be,come back panting, his red tongue lolling out, and look-ing up at me with a world of love in his big brown eyes,as if to ask why I was so solemn,
. Philip of Texas; a story of sheep raising in Texas. he other, to keep the sheep from straying, and suc-ceeded in holding them to the true course only bythe aid of my dog, who had more sound commonsense in that shaggy body of his than the brightest ladI have ever come across. Gyp was a willing worker,and a cheery companion at all times. He would runhere and there regardless of the heat, and when thesheep were partly straightened up as they should be,come back panting, his red tongue lolling out, and look-ing up at me with a world of love in his big brown eyes,as if to ask why I was so solemn, or why I could notfind, as he did, some sport in thus driving a flock ofsilly sheep to Texas. During the journey we halted wherever night over-took us, sometimes camping in the open and findingour beds in one of the wagons, or again herding ourcattle in the stable yard of a tavern. As for food, we got it as best we could. Whenfortune favored us and we came upon a tavern, we hadenough to satisfy our hunger, and in very many places 34 PHILIP OF TEXAS. as good as we could have had at the old home inBolivar County. At other times we ate from thestore of provisions we carried, cooking the food bythe roadside, while the sheep and the cattle, too tiredto stray very far after so many miles of plodding,fed eagerly on whatever grass they were lucky enoughto find. Gyp was my bedfellow, whether I slept in one of thewagons or at a tavern, and before we had crossed theRed River I found myself treating him as T wouldhave treated a lad of my own age, and time and timeagain I thought to myself that he understood all 1 saidto him. * KICKAPOO INDIANS 35 KICKAPOO INDIANS Before we left the old home I firmly believed we wouldmeet with strange adventures on our long journey,and each morning when we set out, I driving the sheep,with G\p running to and fro to make certain my workwas done properly, I felt convinced that before nightcame something out of the ordinary would take place.
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