anges, stretching away in the distance as far
as the eye could see, now began to be dotted with cities and towns and
the cattle industry which once held a monopoly in the west, now had to
give way to the industry of the farm and the mill. To us wild cowboys of
the range, used to the wild and unrestricted life of the boundless
plains, the new order of things did not appeal, and many of us became
disgusted and quit the wild life for the pursuits of our more civilized
brother. I was among that number and in 1890 I bid farewell to the life
which I had followed for over twenty years.

It was with genuine regret that I left the long horn Texas cattle and
the wild mustangs of the range, but the life had in a great measure lost
its attractions and so I decided to quit it and try something else for a
while. During my life so far I had no chance to secure an education,
except the education of the plains and the cattle business. In this I
recognize no superior being. Gifted with a splendid memory and quick
observation I learned and remembered things that others passed by and
forgot, and I have yet to meet the man who can give me instruction in
the phases of a life in which I spent so long. After quitting the cowboy
life I struck out for Denver. Here I met and married the present Mrs.
Love, my second love. We were married August 22, 1889, and she is with
me now a true and faithful partner, and says she is not one bit jealous
of my first love, who lies buried in the city of Old Mexico.

One year later, in 1890, I accepted a position in the Pullman service on
the Denver and Rio Grande Railroad, running between Denver and Salida,
Colorado. The Pullman service was then in its infancy, so to speak, as
there was as much difference between the Pullman sleeping cars of those
days and the present as there is between the ox team and the
automobile.

[Illustration: My First Experience as a Pullman Porter]

CHAPTER XVIII.

THE PULLMAN SERVICE. LIFE ON THE RAIL. MY FIRST TRIP. A SLUMP IN TIPS. I
BECOME DISGUSTED AND QUIT. A PERIOD OF HUSKING. MY NEXT TRIP ON THE
PULLMAN. TIPS AND THE PEOPLE WHO GIVE THEM.

After my marriage in Denver, I rented a small cottage which I
comfortably furnished and we, Mrs. Love and myself, started to
housekeeping in a modest way. Then I began to look around for a job, but
to a man who was used to the excitement and continual action of the
range and the cattle ranches, the civilized and quiet life of th