The Dupuyer acantha. [volume] (Dupuyer, Mont.) 1894-1904, 1895-10-03

'D-~N~ HOo ShS ntths ~ nu0t Is Lu0
use so long as the range is over run
with hundreds more just like him.
That is the way the world uses
me. Master calls Inc scrub and
the hired man says near relative
OF mine used to bark; but am
here to stay just the same.
] don't like the winters in this
country, for then we have harder
timetgetting food and chills run
dow" my legs, but we get along
better than those things they call
cows.
One winter the snow got very
deep and hard and the noses OF the
cows were all sore and bloody and
they looked awful thin and sad. It
kept getting c. lder all the time
and the snow got deeper until we
had to rustic to keep our stomachs
full. One day we found q nice
patch of grass from which we dug
and paved all the snow and were
having fine feed, when five or six
head of cattle came up looking very
eager at the sight OF so much grass
and which they began to help them
selves to as if it belonged to them.
We rushed at them with our cars
laid back and drummed OH their
ribs with our heels until they went
away and stood behind pile Of
rocks watching US and making
mournfui noise. Next day they
were ali dead. Mother, who is now
old aud wise, said they had starved
to death and per,shed for the want
of little grass, but l think it was
because they did not dig like We
did. Anyway I would sooner be
small, live horse than big, dead
three yearold steer, who was
afraid to fight and paw for little
grass. l felt kind OF sorry for the
poor things, bnt SO long as aud so
many more like me are hero, and
the numb bers increasing every year,
we have got to look out for our.
selves, and l will bet we are always
fat and satisfied, whether the cows
live or die. will gamble on the
cayuse every time.
Oh yes, forgot to add that
there are q whole lot Of young colts
running around here, who irrever-
emily call me ':dad" but / have got
no use for them. they are such q
'wooiy, scraggy. piebald lot of
scrubs. All they are fit for l.. to
eat the grass ana leave less for us
older ones. | do rot knot know
what those cows are going TO do
after while if We keep on incrcas-
ing at this rate, but that is none of
cur funeral, SO long as we get pleu-
ty tc cat.
One thing troubles me lately.
however, and I have had bad
dream or two also. Not 10 z ago
q strange man came riding out near
US with my master and looked at
US for long time. They talked a
good deal, but could only aow aud
then catch word such as eaus,
spiced ham, fancy label, coraed
beef and three dollars per head.
Then he said something l think was
i'll the Chinook language which
sounded like "a butter, anyway
am sorry did not bat him Que
while had "a chance | fear there
is storm b ewing and au epidemic
of trouble coming. But then it
will not do for me to get the blues,
so to ellivcn my spirits, l will Just
bat that old one-Lorncd COW q few
times in the ribs when she tries to-
get some of this grass I have un-
covered. | have had plenty my
self, but for all that l do not pro-
pose to paw and dig snow off of
feed for any old bovine with u Jan
uary hump on her back. So here
goes. Whack, slap, bang, take
that will you? Now go up aud
shiver by the rock pile and just rc-
memoer that / have got enough
grass in my belly so feed two old
reprobatcs like YOU.
A bright, frosty moruing after
last nights storm finds me in ex-
celent spirits; but the old COW ID
dead and stiff-starvcd TO death.
Ah, it is fine thing TO be cay.
use, too small to work, ride or