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Updated: June 13, 2025
The first weeks and months of their new adversity passed slowly and heavily for the transplanted household, more especially for Andy and his wife, who had outgrown a love of paddling in bogholes, and had acquired a habit of wondering "what at all 'ud become of the childer, the crathurs."
Our first twenty-one miles to Twin Lakes, at the best speed, with good horses, occupied eight hours, three of which, in the middle of the night, were passed under deluging rain accompanied by thunder and lightning of the most appalling grandeur, thumping in the shelterless wagon over stumps and bogholes through the dreary woods.
Forgetting all his doubts as to bogholes and morasses, he grasped his own pole, and sprang from tussock to tussock, till he had reached the bank of the ditch or water-course in which the unfortunate sportsman was floundering. He was a large, powerful man, but this was of no avail, for the slough afforded no foothold.
Familiar as yesterday were the bogholes, where he and his partner what was that cow-puncher's name? had spent so many toilsome days and nights. Pan made camp on the rocky ford where a brook joined the Limestone. It was thirty miles to Littleton, farther to Las Animas, and his pack horse was tired.
The following morning Pan and Joe rode up to the next boghole. They found seventeen mired cattle. "Nice an' deep," said Joe. "Damn these heah cows, allus pickin' out quicksand!" It took until noon to pull them out. Another boghole showed twenty-four more in deep. "How many more bogholes on Limestone?" asked Pan. "Only four an' the wust ones," replied Joe, groaning.
Forgetting all his doubts as to bogholes and morasses, he grasped his own pole, and sprang from tussock to tussock, till he had reached the bank of the ditch or water- course in which the unfortunate sportsman was floundering. He was a large, powerful man, but this was of no avail, for the slough afforded no foothold.
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