Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1908-08-09

The leader IA bad man with the misleading name of
Goodfellow) had sold them to a local butcher and
the butcher had driven them out to his winter camp
Whtewood Gulch twenty-five miles north.
Goodfellow and his partners had jumped the town
the night of the sale. what direction could then
find no one to tell me.
That night l turned in early at the Grand Central
hotel tired and sore from the two days and nights
cell, little more than the width of the single bed
l so tired was wakeful. and. to make sleep
more difficult rats were making an awful racket.
apparently in the wall opposite the bed. Getting
of my heavy boots by the strap, struck violent
blow at the wall-when boot and disappeared
through the cotton sheeting and paper which alone
the next room crack in the face that took all my
eloquence to explain satisfactorily.
Shortly after daylight the next morning routed
out the butcher from the lodgings where had To-
Gated him the night before.
Naturally he was anything but glad to meet me.
and began by disputing my identity and authority
owner; for the only credentials l carried were
wrapped up in whatever modest measure of gall
possessed. Indeed. he INDUCED in some very plain
war talk. and urged me to go where the climate
so far the reverse of Deadwood that doubted if
could stand the shock of the change.
Moreover. wanted my cattle, or their price SO
l stuck to him. finally finishing by persuading him
that it would be helpful to his health eat breakfast
with me at the Grand Central and saddle up and ride
out with to Whitewood to examine the cattle.
1t lonely ride that twenty-five miles, over
a little used trail thickly timbered hills and
gulches,-a ride l doubtless never should have
finished had l not required him to ride ahead of me
from its beginning to its end. And sad pity it
had little time to give to the local scenery for
it altogether the most beautiful l can recall
The day before there had been in temperature.
followed by heavy sleet storm through the night
which had sheeted all nature in crystal. Then the
wind had shifted into the north and the temperature
had dropped to fiftytwo degrees below zero, and
held all day, leaving the air still deathnot the
faintest Whit of breeze, 1t savage fairyland
traversed: Gaunt rocks, tall pines. broad bal
sans slender brches yellow grass, all ice incrusted
cleaning shimmering white, and then reflect
ing every delicate rainbow tint each separate PIN
nacle, twg, and blade a crystal-clad miracle of
beauty to make one pause in admring awe.
But with eyes glued to every move of the grim
figure in great bearskin coat jogging along at dog
trot ahead of me, all l of the scenery what
lay straight ahead could be caught out of the tail
of the eye; for we'll knew he would welcome half
chance to beef me and leave the trail.
The Rescue
WE reached his camp on Whtewood about noon
w The two men occupying the camp looked tough
the wild range life usually makes naturally of
reckless evil bent, and after the first glance from
their employer their lowering looks showed plainly
that had been tipped to them enemy
They proposed dinner; but the situation was one
so little conducive to comfortable dining and the
effective digestion of ones food that vetoed the
dinner, and insisted riding up nearby side gulch
where the cattle were ranging.
Indeed, the trio to me looked so far from good
that offered six separate arguments, each tightly