trail, and after the cattle were delivered about a hundred miles beyond,—­Ellsworth, up in Kansas,—­he sent us home by way of Kansas City.  In fact, that was about the only route we could take.  Well, it was a successful trip, and as this man was plum white, anyhow, he concluded to show us the sights around his burg.  He was interested in a commission firm out at the stockyards, and the night we reached there all the office men, including the old man himself, turned themselves loose to show us a good time.

“We had been drinking alkali water all summer, and along about midnight they began to drop out until there was no one left to face the music except a little cattle salesman and myself.  After all the others quit us, we went into a feed trough on a back street, and had a good supper.  I had been drinking everything like a good fellow, and at several places there was no salt to put in the beer.  The idea struck me that I would buy a sack of salt from this eating ranch and take it with me.  The landlord gave me a funny look, but after some little parley went to the rear and brought out a five-pound sack of table salt.

“It was just what I wanted, and after paying for it the salesman and I started out to make a night of it.  This yard man was a short, fat Dutchman, and we made a team for your whiskers.  I carried the sack of salt under my arm, and the quantity of beer we killed before daylight was a caution.  About daybreak, the salesman wanted me to go to our hotel and go to bed, but as I never drink and sleep at the same time, I declined.  Finally he explained to me that he would have to be at the yards at eight o’clock, and begged me to excuse him.  By this time he was several sheets in the wind, while I could walk a chalk line without a waver.  Somehow we drifted around to the hotel where the outfit were supposed to be stopping, and lined up at the bar for a final drink.  It was just daybreak, and between that Dutch cattle salesman and the barkeeper and myself, it would have taken a bookkeeper to have kept a check on the drinks we consumed—­every one the last.

“Then the Dutchman gave me the slip and was gone, and I wandered into the office of the hotel.  A newsboy sold me a paper, and the next minute a bootblack wanted to give me a shine.  Well, I took a seat for a shine, and for two hours I sat there as full as a tick, and as dignified as a judge on the bench.  All the newsboys and bootblacks caught on, and before any of the outfit showed up that morning to rescue me, I had bought a dozen papers and had my boots shined for the tenth time.  If I’d been foxy enough to have got rid of that sack of salt, no one could have told I was off the reservation; but there it was under my arm.  If ever I make another trip over the trail, and touch at Kansas City returning, I’ll hunt up that cattle salesman, for he’s the only man I ever met that can pace in my class.”

“Did you hear that tree break a few minutes ago?” inquired Mr. Nathan.  “There goes another one.  It hardly looks possible that enough pigeons could settle on a tree to break it down.  Honestly, I’d give a purty to know how many birds are in that roost to-night.  More than there are cattle in Texas, I’ll bet.  Why, Hugh killed, with both barrels, twenty-two at one shot.”