The Arizona sentinel., 1888-07-07
oREGoN's STOCK QUEEN.
A Beautiful Maiden Who Manages Her
 Fathers Cattle Ranch.

beautiful Maiden Who Manages Her
 Fathers Cattle Ranch.
 There were large herds of good looking horses and cattle feeding in the valley They could not belong to the Indians we had seen. They, the Indians, were the pictures of distress. If those withered specimens of Oar wins fittest are the forefathers of Joseph he could not boast of his an- cestors. But 1 suppose they were the outcasts of the tribe left behind as worthless in the line of war. The question of the ownership of the sleek herds was soon solved. In ramble of half mile up Imnaha creek we came to a neat log house, a well-kept door yard and orchard. Gentle COWS were feeding in the meadows and general assortment of domestic animals were inside the good, strong fences. We were surprised to find such evidence of refinement in wilderness that could be reached only by narrow trails and pack-horSes. There is not wagon road within twenty miles of the Im- naha.
 While we were pondering over the pretty home picture the jar of heavy feet was heard. Some young horses came down a steep hill at full run. Behind was a reckless, rapid rider. The loose stock dashed past. The horse that bore the rider was tossing his head madly and singing white foam in flakes from his mouth. He was rearing, restless, heavy-built, regulation bronco, but it was remarked that he was well under control, for he seemed to be fairly lifted from side to side by the reins at the will of the rider, who drew up to our resting-place. We stared in way that was not mannerly, even in the wilds of Oregon. The rider of the restless pony was young girl. She waited with embarrassment for us to tell our errand.
 'Who lives here?" we asked.
 ''I do," she replied, in tone that did not make us feel any more at home.
 Whose garden is thisP" was the next question.
 Mine
 After pause she added: ''Can do any thing for you, gentlemen?"
 ''Well, well, mo-" was about the only mtelligible answer at command.
 Twill you come to the house?" she added. ''It is near dinner-time."
 As she rode before we looked upon graceful rider, well-rounded, neat fig ure, brunette with the languid beauty so much admired in the Castilian wom- en, clad in coarse, strong. short skirts, below which showed a small boot and keen, bright spur. Her rich saddle was new and strong and double-rigged. Her horse had not stopped at the gate till she sprang to the ground. My companion stepped forward with a Chesterfield bow, but too late to assist her. She asked us to go to the house while she led her horse to the stable. When we were within rod of the door pulsive, sullen, scowling Indian was at each window. They were out of place amid such surroundings. But we had no time for surmises. Thepretty young girl was at our side.
 ''Come in; be seated" she said in a voice which, with its modulations of refinement, treasured us. In another minute we had excused our fair hostess and were gazing about at the home furniture and rude ornaments of the regulation country houses. Dinner was soon announced by the hostess, who appeared almost radiant in her swhite apron and dark beauty. As we entered the dining-room we looked in every corner for a dark-browed crouch ing Indian, but the young lady did the honors unaided. She poured the tea with just enough embarrassment to highten her languid charms. She seemed to think an explanation was in order, and was ready, with little en- couragement, to talk of herself
 Her father had lived on that ranch before she was born. When not in a convent she had ridden the ranges with him, and was thoroughly posted in the management of stock, although five years had been spent in school. My father," she said, "died four years ago, leaving me in charge of the ranch and stock. There were over 5000 head on the range at that time. sold over 1000 head, which brought ran T tie and horses than when I took charge of the ranch. No, don't live alone. My mother is here. She never sees company. She is a native was a member of Joseph's tribe when father married her." That she said with a blush, and hastily added that she tried hard to gain a respectable position in the world, but she was surrounded only by her mothers people, who aided her in her work. She expected, however, to sell her stock. The range is not as good as it was years ago. When she retired she would live in Walla Walla or some other city, for she was anxious to learn the ways of good society. We were greatly surprised to learn that our hostess was half-breed. In her features or actions we had observed not one trace of the Indian.-Le GrGrade fore. Cor. Sdn Francisco Chronicle.
 
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