morning about four o'clock
At the end of ten days ' work they had over the required number to make up the `` trail herd , '' and the wagon boss announced one evening that he would send them into the main ranch on the following day to start for the long trail trip to Arizona . The blue-roan calf had by this time become a seasoned traveler , and found little difficulty in taking care of himself in the herd . A day or two at the ranch and the preparations for the trip were over . One fine morning about four o'clock the cook , who had been up in the cool morning air since half-past two , awoke the sleepers about his wagon with a long `` roll out , roll out , r-o-l-l-o-u-t '' which brought the sleepers in the camp beds scattered about the wagon to the campfire in short order . By sunrise the herd was strung out on the trail for the West . In the lead was the old blue-roan with her blue calf marching steadily along , grazing when the herd was held up for that purpose , resting when the outfit stopped to rest , and altogether behaving themselves remarkably well . One night as the crew sat about the campfire with the herd resting quietly not far from the wagon , the wagon boss said to one of the boys near him : `` Jim , I wish you 'd take your hoss in the mawnin ' and go ahead and see how the river is .