The Life of Me: An AutobiographyJohnson, Clarence Edgar
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The Life of Me: An Autobiography
Johnson, Clarence Edgar
Fisher County (Tex.) -- Biography; Fisher County (Tex.) -- History; Johnson family; Johnson, Clarence Edgar, 1906-1994
I wanted to cut the rope between the Jersey cow and the Hereford
cow and let them run free. The terrain was rough and almost
completely covered with trees and cedar bushes. I prepared my
catch rope and made one desperate attempt to rope one of the
cows. I threw the loop and it went over one horn of the
Hereford. I knew the herd would vanish into the brush before I
could get ready and try again. So I jumped to the ground and
tried to flip the rope around the other horn also. I had hoped
to delay them long enough to rush in and cut the rope between
them. But I had no such luck. My throw rope came off the one
horn and they quickly disappeared into the thick brush. They
were all gone, vanished into the bushes.
I looked for Old Buck and he was gone too. Then I looked for
Lester and he was nowhere in sight. I called to him and he came
riding up out of the brush. I asked if he had seen Old Buck. He
hadn't, but he rode off to find him. We found Old Buck working
alone and holding back a bunch of cows that were trying to run
away. There were two ways for the herd to escape. Lester had
gone one way and had tried to hold the cows back, but had failed.
Old Buck had gone the other way alone and had cut off the escape
route of the other half of the herd. Not a single cow had gotten
by him, but the two cows we wanted had escaped down the way
Lester had gone. I could write a book telling about the splendid
work Old Buck did for me while we were together.
Anyway, we fastened the fence wires back in place and were riding
toward home when night overtook us out on the highway. After
dark some men from our community drove by in their car,
recognized us, offered to take us home and we accepted. We still
had only one rope, so we staked out Old Buck as we had done the
night before and hoped that Nancy would stay with him one more
night.
Needless to say, when I got home I ate everything I could get my
hands on. I was hungry enough to eat anything that wouldn't
fight back and couldn't outrun me. And my bed was so much better
than the one that had tortured me the night before.
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