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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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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 ironroof, is snugly tucked away in the hillsbeside a spring. The floor is boardedand over in the corner is a good-sizedcookstove with its perennial pot of pinkbeans on the back. From the beams,in small strips, hang rows of jerkywithin convenient reach of the hand. Gradually I began to appreciate theamount of toil expended in the construc-tion of the house and the furnishing ofit, for the big sheets of roofing, the tim-bers of the floor, a bureau, and everyother article of furniture had beenpacked on the backs of mules or burrosand brought in this manner over thetrail I had just traveled. There was abookshelf containing a score of the popu-lar novels of two decades past and other
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ON THE BANKS OF THE ARIZONA CANAL THAT DIVIDES THE DESERT FROM THE SOWN literary derelicts. I removed a well-worn volume bereft of binding. Thetitle page ran Etiquette and the Art ofBehavior in Public. There were sub-heads devoted to the Prince AlbertCoat, Visiting Cards, and like insip-idities. I glanced at the table whereeight hungry cowboys were reducing thevisible supply of beef and beans in aprimitive manner and wondered whythat book on etiquette. It was the spring rodeo. My buck-skin was discarded for a sure-footed cowpony which took a personal interest inthe chase. In the crisp of the morning we rodeout Indian file up the trail and thentook to the hills. On a ridge wehalted while Pike, the ranch owner, di-rected the round-up. Two men werestationed in a creek bottom to hold thecattle as they were driven down; the others spread out over saddles and hog-backs and into canyons, hunting outgroups of cattle and gradually amalga-mating them into a galloping, frenziedmass. By noon two

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