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I started out in October & drove it by myself - the country
became more & more sparsely settled and I stopped &
called Mitch when I was about a hundred miles from
Franklyn - sure enough I met him half way in & we
were sure glad to see each other. No sooner than I
made town than we went to a dinner in my honor.
Cat fish was a great treat & that [with?] are wonderful lot
of food made up a fine welcome. We were made at
home with Mrs. Mitchell & in a day or two we took
off to Hyannis. Mitch had the back of his Chevy fixed
with a crate & in it were five big noble dogs - half
Irish Wolfe hounds & half Greyhound, these were to run
[Coyotes?]. On the way up to North Platte we went through
thousands of acres of alfalfa [land?] with thousands of
stacks in unending array. We spent the night at North
Platte & then took of into the sand hill county for
all day we rode in cow paths & came to one town &
there we had a steak lunch, real cowboys & two waitresses
with short skirts. We hit Hyannis at 4 PM & Ross
met us to lead us out to his ranch. When we
arrived there were five hundred calves in the corral &
five hundred mothers on the outside & everyone bawling
they were branding & dehorning the calves. The fore man
walked up to the car & hollered howdy. He said to
Ross, "one of those damned calves got caught in the
fence & we had to kill him. Ross said they just
wanted some fresh meat. This foreman was wearing
a horse hair coat with the hair left on. He was as
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