The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1906-03-11

jUmpin' an a-f1yin'. You talk about
cavalry I jolly, I can see that nowi"
Dick half leaned forward and his hand
gripped the fence rail.
1T was right bright moonlight when
we started, an we could see the whole
bunch clear as day. of on our right
was the big mountains, standin' up
white an sort of SOlemn-Iike. You
know how them mountains makes
Teller feel. Why. a Teller couldn't do
a lOw-down thing v lille the mountains
was a-keepin' tab on him! We was
just east of the foothills, in a wide
sort of valley, an the way we laid out
to go was right down that valley, south
of the Bear Paws, an on across to the
Big Horn basin. where we thought we
knew about what 10 do with our stock
I We was in hurry. of course. an we
had plenty to keep US busy. Willie an
Bill they KEEP 'em comm from behind
an Jim an me punched 'em close an
KEEP EN- Strengthened out in front.
The sight of the dust risin' in the
moonlight, an the sound of the feet
of so many horses put me in mind of
a stampede of cows. Every once in a
while l could hear Willie and Bill give
a yell. an then Jim would answer. an
I would see him edge a little further
front on the point of his end of the
herd. l could always see him easy. on
He come over to me durin' the night
an he says to me, Press where you see
my white wings shine amid the thick
of war Then he laughed. He was a
funny sort of fellow. but he shore was
stTaight-uD rider.
I'm tellin' you we only hit the
trail in the high places that
night. Along about daybreak the
horses begun 10 tire little. Willie
an Bill wanted to turn out an sleep
a while, but me an Jim knew that
wouldn't do. We all roped fresh
horses an changed saddles, an kept
the bunch goin' till noon. Some of the
colts had dropped out before that. an
a good many of the mares was hard
TO handle but we must have had near
two hundred head left. We kept push
in EN- on. fast as they could 60. for
we was afraid some of them folks
back to the town might be loozin'
for their candidate for assessor, an
We knew they'd more'n likely be
touchy about our breakin' up the show.
We didn't stop all night. Then we
rested about hour, on a. little creek
bottom, where they was some feed.
Jim was still sticken' TO his actor
clothes. He said he liked 'em. They
don't hamper the bereavement o my
manly form says he.
was all pretty tired by now. The fell
lers up there did foiler us. we heard
afterwards but they never got beyond
our first camp. We rid all the next
nornin'. too. till we come to a big
hEsin that used to be called Squaw
Flats.
The last time we was in there three
years before there wasn't a granger
within thousand miles of there: but
now, what do you think? Some fool
land company or other had planted a
colony of Norwegians in there. An
blame me if they hadn't put up houses
an started ranches: an right at the
time We struck in there, they was a
hOldin' some sort of a doin's they
called a hay festival I don't under
stand all about them foreign Gus
toms, but them folks. they had several
leads of hay drawed up in line, an
they probably elected the best-lookin'
gal in the outfit for to be the hay
queen. or somethin' of that sort They
was a mighty homely lookin set Of
women. anyhow.
We left Willie an Bill a ways back
to hold our herd in some coulees out
of sight, an Jim an me we rode in
among the foreigners to see what was
gCin on. Jim was riled at SEEM this
granger outfit in there He rid up
alongside the men. folks an allowed
that he was the only legitimate queen
O. the May then an there present on
the Squaw Flats. I wouldn't say this
II 1 didn't have the wings to back it.