Pine Bluff daily graphic., 1895-08-18
"How long does the spring roundup

of June. We'll be out till August probably. The fall roundup isn't quite so long" The branding was soon over and then the camp began to move. The next roundup lay over a formidablei ridge and as 1 rode behind the troupeI with the boss, l saw characteristic scene. Toiling up the terrible grade, one horse on the cooks wagon gave out, and four of the cowboys hitehed their lariats to the pole and ierked the wagon up the gulch Hike bat out O hell" as one man graphically put it. In this way do these men dominate all conditions.
 As we rose the snow-covered noun tains came into view again, and far to the northwest Pil1e's Peak rose like pink moon with silver bands. All about were tumbled granite ridges and glorious grassy swells.
 Just at sunset we wound down into a wide deliciously green valley where no mark of man wasSet, save in the trail In the center of the basin drove of cattle was feeding. Beyond, swift rid CTS were pushing before them the herd of saddle horses. Below, out of deep defle a platoon of other riders was moving to meet us. It was all beauti- ful, unworn, impressive.
 The horsemen drew up under row of cottonwood trees and waited our approach. The wagon stopped amid shouts. The cook tumbled out The horsemen flung saddles from tired ponies. Others, with ready lariats, gal loped away for logs of dry wood. Ham, mers were heard driving hut stakes. The tents rose, the stove c1attered into place, and in ten minutes wattr was on the fire for coffee.
 The horse wrangler and his detail rounded in the horses and disappeared with whoop and whistle over the hill upon mesa. It had in it the move ment, the activity and orderliness of a cavalry camp.
 Eating was no delicate business with these eentaurs. It had the certainty and savagery of farm threshing crew. There were no tables and no frills like cups or butter knives. Some ate stand ing, others sat on rolls of bedding. Every man helped himself.
 They were rough, iron-sided fellows mainly Missourians, and mostly less than thirty years of age. They wore rough business overalls and colored shirts-quite generally gray, with dirt and sweat. Their boots were short and very high-heeled and their wide hats and .'sliekersn were the only uniform articles of dress. Reyolvers, bearsl1in leggings and cartridge belts have been discarded, as they were considered an affectation.
 As night fell the men built a great bonfire and, surrounding it, sang and boasted and told stiff yarns and ex- p1oded in obscenity till time to turn in. Then they packed into the tent like sardine and became quiet in sleep they were quiet at no other time in the day.
 As we were eating breakfast the next morning, everybody feeling damp and stiff in the joints, there came the dull throbbing of hoofs and down the valley the horse wrangler came, shout ing: Horses" Before him the troop was rushing like wild herd.
 Others took up the cry: Horses! Get your brides"
 l nC WEduR 'GI IbhuQGu bIC 0IONG GO= ward the tents whence issued the riders, lariat in hand. The horses are all broncho grades, small, alert, flat limbed, wild-eyed and tricky. They have to be caught with the rope each day. The men surround them. herding them into compact squad. The riders advanced into the herd one by one, with coiled ropes ready, and noosed and pulled out their best horses, for the ride was to be hard.
 One man tried three times for wick ed-looking buckslzin broncho. The men ieered him. but he noosed him at last and drew him out with wild eyes rolling. The saddles went on meanwhile, the horses wincing at the cinch. At last all were secured, the riders swung in- to the saddle and dashed away with that singular, swift gliding, sidewise gallop so characteristic of these men and their ponies.
 These hardy horses and their power ful and reckless men are product of these hills as truly as the cattle. It is not a lonely life-it does not appear to be a very high sort of civilization-it will give way to civilization-it makes men hard and coarse, and yet it carries it with something fine and wholesome. It has retreated from the plains to the mountain yalleys-from the mountain valleys it has sought final refuge on the mountain tops themselves, where grain and fruit will not grow. At an altitude twice as high as the peaks of the Alleghanies, these cattlemen have fixed their ranges. Whether the settler or the miner will dislodge him from these rigorous and rugged attitudes, re- mains to be seen. HAMLIN GARLAND.
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