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handle the cattle when they started to mill or we might have lost the [[strikethrough]] grater [[/strikethrough]] ^[[greater]] part of the herd. I have met the old man nearly every year since that time. I have worked under him at odd times and at all times he has been my friend. For a long time he was a neighbor of mine at Wichita and a better neighbor for black or white never lived. He gave me my first experience in the [[strikethrough]] handling [[/strikethrough]] ^[[swimming]] of cattle.
 
There was E.B. Harroll whom I helped to pull out of the water years before, way back in 76. In 1894 I met him in Fort Worth one day. I was strictly up aganist it and he saw my plight and evidently his big heart opened for he gave me money and took me to the cashier of a bank and told him to let me have money when I wanted it. He said that he was ever grateful to me for saving his life and that he expected that he would never be able to pay the debt back. He told the cashier that I was the real cause of his being alive to this day and that he was ever pleased to shake old "Hec" by the hand and say "howdy". 

This concludes my story. I have brought out those things in my life which to me are the most interesting. The names of some of the good men I met in the earlier days of Texas in the cow business I have forgotten, but their good deeds and their many kind acts to me will remain with me forever and anon.

If you have enjoyed the reading of this book send it to a friend. In my old age, a kind word as to the book, will mean much for me. I have tried to make the story as interesting as I could and to interest the readers of it. I think I have stuck to the truth and only told those things that will interest the reader. I now bid you good-bye with best wishes,

Hector Bazy, the Negro Cowboy.