I never saw a stranger's face from year's end to year's end.

I rode all over the face of the earth, keepin' track of 'em.

I kep' the wild blacks from scarin' 'em to death, and spearin' of 'em, as is their nature to, and I got speared myself in one or two little shootin' excursions I had." "Shooting the blacks ?" interpolated Gordon.
"Somethin' like that, Mister.

I did let off a rifle a few times, and I dessay one or two poor, ignorant black feller-countrymen that had been fun' my cattle as full of spears as so many hedgehogs--I dessay they got in the road of a bullet or two.

They're always gettin' in the road of things.