Frank Benton,
Cowboy Life on the Sidetrack
“ Old Chuckwagon was mighty fond of white-faced cattle, and just as he breathed his last he sorter roused up and stretched out his arms, with his eyes as bright as 'lectric lamps, and said: "Boys, I see another country, just lots of big grass, with running streams of water, big herds of white-face cattle, and they are all mavericks, not a [Pg 66] brand on 'em, and not a sheep-wagon in sight." And them was his last words. He lay on the sidetrack, poor honest Chuckwagon, The pallor of death creeping fast o'er his brow ”
