The latter part of April we arrived at the Colorado line. There
we were halted by the authorities of that territory, under some act
of quarantine against Texas cattle. We went into camp on the
nearest water, expecting to prove that our little herd had wintered
at Fort Sumner, and were therefore immune from quarantine, when
buyers arrived from Trinidad, Colorado. The steers were a mixed
lot, running from a yearling to big, rough four and five year olds,
and when Goodnight returned from Sumner with a certificate,
attested to by every officer of that post, showing that the cattle
had wintered north of latitude 34, a trade was closed at once, even
the oxen going in at the phenomenal figures of one hundred and
fifty dollars a yoke. We delivered the herd near Trinidad, going
into tha
