I haven’t yet received photos from the CAA group in Windsor (I’m sure they’re too busy having fun to send me any photos!), but I’ll post them here as soon as I do get any. For now we’ll continue with Mr. Johnson’s tale

“I left Beowawe on the morning of the ninth [of September 1882]. I was awakened by a passing train from the west, and on getting up I found it was a little past three o’clock. I fed my cattle and got ready for an onward move; it was four when I started for Carlin. The first part of the road was on the river side, which soon I had to ford, a good gravelly bottom. After journeying about a mile I came to a fine Eastern-built house. A half mile beyond there were many horses feeding by the road. After passing them, they fell in my rear and continued to follow me; I attempted to drive them back, but they took no notice either of me or my dog, whom I set on them. They kept following close behind the cow, which annoyed her.

“I thought it best to turn back to the house, this being the best way to get rid of them. I returned, they following me, and drove up to the house, but could not see anyone around, so I called out loud and strong. This brought a man to the door. I told the man I was traveling East and in passing nearly two hours ago, those horses fell in [behind me]; I tried to drive them back but could not, so I had returned with them as I did not know how far they would go with me, thinking best to get rid of them. ‘Well, stranger, I am sorry they have given you this trouble. How far are you traveling?’ ‘I belong East, in Massachusetts.’ ‘That is my home also.’ ‘What part of Massachusetts is your home?’ I asked. ‘Fall River was my home. Where are you from with this outfit?’ ‘I am from California, more than three hundred miles north of San Francisco.’ ‘You have come a long distance, and led that cow all that way?’ ‘Yes, sir.’ ‘That beats the devil all hollow.’

“[I asked,] ‘How is the road from here to Carlin?’ ‘Most of the way is good — you will find it rough through the canyon. I came through a few days ago on horseback, there is no trouble traveling that way. You have a wagon, it will be hard for you to get through with it. There are some washouts, but you will be able to get over them. Stop and get some breakfast with us, we are late this morning, but it will be ready soon. I will give your horse some oats.’ ‘I will stop for the grain for my cattle as they need it. I think a great deal of the cattle and have to take great care of them, or I shall not be able to get them through this tramp.’ ‘Go in and get a dish of coffee. By the way, will you take something that will help you along?’ ‘Yes, I will, there is nothing better than a good cup of coffee, and I want nothing more. It is just what I need this morning; anything else would be out of place.’

“I had breakfast with them, it was a good one, and with strangers from my own State of Massachusetts. It was seven o’clock as we bade each other goodbye, he hoping that I would get through my journey all right.”

… to be continued …