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Bob asked his companion as they jogged along at a road gait. "I mean when he's chasin' dogies across a hill on the jump." "He don't," Dud answered ungrammatically but promptly. "His bronc 'tends to that. If you try to guide you're sure enough liable to take a fall." "But when the hole's covered with grass?" "You gotta take a chance," Dud said. "They're sure-footed, these cowponies are.
Countess, you better set your back against that door some of these dogies is thinking of taking a sneak on us and we'd have t' go some, to cut 'em out uh that bunch out there and corral 'em again. There yuh are, Doctor sail in."
"I promised her you'd all be there on time, if I had to hog-tie the whole bunch and haul yuh over in the hayrack." He dried his face and hands leisurely and regarded the solemn group. "Oh, mamma! you're sure a nervy-looking bunch uh dogies. Yuh look like " "Maybe you'll hog-tie the whole bunch," Jack Bates observed irritably, "but if yuh do, you'll sure be late to meeting, sonny!"
"Be back soon, girl." Her eyes were on the corral, from which her father was driving the dogies. "What's it to me?" she said with sullen resentment. "More'n you think. I've took a fancy to you. When I come back I'll talk business." The girl's eyes did not turn toward him, but the color flooded the dark cheeks. "With Father maybe. Not with me. You've got no business to talk over with me."
After a hard day's ride, we found that we were out several hundred head, principally yearlings of the through Texas stock. You all know how locoed a bunch of dogies can get we hunted for three days and for fifty miles in every direction, and neither hide, hair, nor hoof could we find. It was while we were hunting these cattle that my yarn commences.
The ordinary English traveller does not meet or mix with the real American people, who are rapidly developing a civilization entirely their own, in social customs, in civil government, and even in fashions of dress. Are they not dogies? Is it not a fact that many of them never had a square meal in their lives! At least they look like it.
"Maybe it's a 'dogie," says Larry Eagen we calls calves whose mothers have died "dogies." "No," says I, "I don't hardly think so. A dogie is always under size and poor, and he's layin' around water holes, and he always has a big, sway belly onto him. No, this is no dogie; and, if it's an honest calf, there sure ought to be a T 0 cow around somewhere." So we separated to have a good look.
Tails were thinned, hoofs trimmed, manes cleared of witches' bridles, and ears swabbed to free them of ticks. The start was made before dawn. Stars were shining by thousands when the chuck-wagon rolled down the road. The blatting of cows could be heard as the riders moved the phantom cattle from their bedding-ground. The dogies were long-legged and shaggy, agile and wild as deer.
"You'll be raisin' little towheads right soon," he said through a cloud of smoke. "No, sir. Not me. Not Dud Hollister. I can boss my own se'f for a spell yet," the fair-haired youth protested vehemently. "When I said we got to adopt ourselves, I was thinkin' of barb-wire fences an' timothy hay. 'S all right to let the dogies rough through the winter an' hunt the gulches when the storms come.
Cow-punchers call the small Southwestern cattle "dogies." "What do you mean?" asked Ted. "I was looking them over this morning. Rode through the bunch. They seemed to be all right then." "Oh, they're eatin' well, an' aire as likely a lot o' beef ez ever I see," replied Bud. "Well, what then?" "Thar ain't so many o' them ez there wuz, er my eye hez gone back on me." "Any of them get away?"
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