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Title: Outing
Year: 1885 (1880s)
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Subjects: Leisure Sports Travel
Publisher: (New York : Outing Pub. Co.)
Contributing Library: Tisch Library
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and held allfirmly was thrown. The squaw is aone-man hitch, he said as he showedme the knot; the diamond is more se-cure perhaps, but also more compli-cated. The cowman paused to survey hiswork and brush away the perspiration,while the beast looked over her backat that pinnacle of junk with a disap-proving eye. Without so much as ahow-dye-do? she rolled over, burst thecinches, and with a vicious lunge sentthe whole pack flying. Then she goton her legs and gazed curiously at thedebris. To me this performance assumed theproportions of a disaster, for if she re-fused the pack I could go no farther.The cowman laughed. It was top-heavy, anyway, he said. The only con-cession he made to the animals reluc-tance was a sack each of flour and bar-ley, which were left in the wagon. The wildness of the country in-creased. Cactus and sage brush dis-appeared as we mounted to higher alti-tudes. Dwarf cedars and, in the bot-toms, cottonwoods, took their place.Many miles were over barren boulders (413)
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ON ALL SIDES ARE JAGGED MOUNTAINS AS LAVENDER AT SUNSET AS THE DESERT IS GOLDEN scattered thick as cobblestones. Froma canyons depths to the crest of a hillthere were places that seemed like rid-ing a horse upstairs, and spots where theslip of a hoof smelled of eternity tome, but the cowman never so much astwisted his neck to see if I were fol-lowing or lying a shattered remnant inthe ravine beneath. At last I asked gently, Are there anyworse trails in Arizona than this one? Say, he replied, you want to rideover a cowtrail. A few days later I rode over cow-trails—those thin, visible lines traced bycattle that criss-cross the mountains andlead from grass to water or salt, orfrom nowhere to nowhere, and when Ireturned to Phoenix over that samerocky trail it was more like a boulevardthan a boulevard is. The Six-Bar embraces some six thou- (414) sand acres, many of them nearly per-pendicular, in the Prescott NationalForest reserve. The ranchhouse, con-structed of stone with a galvanized

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