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Personal Narrative: My Life After The Civil War

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1865, a year before now, I returned from the civil war. Upon return we came home to discover millions and millions of cattle. I was not foolish to miss this window of opportunities, and was then a cowboy. My war brothers and I hired brushpoppers, and soon had around 2,000 cattle and were ready to travel north 460 miles, Brownsville to Abilene. The first day gave me a bad impression, when the cattle got spooked into a stampede. It took 3 hours to round them up again with our horses. The second week we had developed a good rhythm, and the cattle had easily adapted. Although when we entered Indian lands the other cowboys grew very Precautious. Not knowing what would come of the Indians, we held our cattle close, and slept with an eye open. Yet

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