I
looked to see about that ox. He was an ox and the only possible
criticism I have is that he should have been a cow tied on
behind. Otherwise the thing is perfection to me. The cart slopes
just right, the oxen look hard-worked, the bull like a bull,
thick neck and all, the horse like a thin, tired horse ought to
look, and the man like some men up on Raccoon I've seen in my
time. Only he had on some local trappings my men never had. But
there they are, the man yelling, the bull and oxen set and
straining for every ounce, and all trying like hell to get out.
Maybe that cow was following behind a half quarter or so, and I
failed to see her.
CLEARED FOR BUENOS AIRES
We sailed out at 6 p.m. Dec. 13 for Buenos Aires. In the meantime
the Argentine doctors had come aboard to look us over and sort
out the rots and specks. They, along with our ship's doctor and
some of the officers were in the bar when Sugar Foot and I came
back to ship. One man who had traveled before said they were
being mellowed-up so they wouldn't be too technical with us. If
they were, it took a long time. . . The Purser handed in Sugar
Foot's passport. The doctor found the right page, took one look
at her and stamped her "sound", remarked something about the
beautiful senorita.
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