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that will, in course of time, wipe out the necessity of his day, the typical subject of my sketch. Before being counted in and fully indorsed, the candidate has had to become an expert horseman, and test the many eccentricities of the stuborn mustang; enjoy the beauties, learn to catch, throw, fondle - oh ! yes, getnly fondle (but not from behind) - and ride the 'docile' little Spanish-American plug, an amusing experience in itself, in which you are taught all the mysteries of rear and tear, stop and drop, lay and roll, kick and bite, on and off, under and over, heads and tails, hand springs, triple somersaults, standing on your head, diving, flip flaps, getting left (horse leaving you fifteen miles from camp - Indians in the neighborhood, etc.), and all the funny business included in the familiar term of 'bucking', then learn to handle a rope, catch a calf, stop a crazy cow, throw a beef steer, play with a wild bull, lasso an untamed mustang, and daily endue the dangers of a Spanish matador, with a little Indian scrap throwin in, and if there is anything left of your they'll christen it a first-class cow-boy. Now his troubles begin (I have been worn to afrizzled end many time before I began) ; but after this he will learn to enjoy them - after they are over.

"As the genreal trade on the range has often been described, I'll simply refer to a few incidents of a trip over the plains to the cattle markets of the North, through the wild and unsettled portions of the Territories, varying in distance from fifteen hundred to two thousand miles - time, three to six months - extending through the Indian Territory and Kansas to Nebraska, Colorado, Dakota, Montana, Idaho, Nevada and sometimes as fas as California. Immense herds, as high as thirty thousand or more in number, are moved by single owners, but are driven in bands of from one to three thousand, which, when under way, are designated 'herds.' Each of these has from ten to fifteen men, with a wagon driver and cook, and the 'kingpin of the outfit,' the boss, with a supply of two or three ponies to a man, an ox team, and blankets; also jerked beef and corn meal - the staple food. They are also furnshied with mavericks or 'doubtless-owned' yearlings for the fresh-meat supply. After getting fully under way, and the cattle broke in, from ten to fifteen miles a day is the average, and everything is plain sailing in fair weather. As night comes on, the cattle are rounded up in a samll compass, and held until they lie down, when two men are left on watch, riding round and round them in opposite directions, singing or whistling all the time, for two hours, that being the length of each watch. The singing is absolutely necessary, as is seems to soother the fears of the cattle, scares away the wolves or other varmints that may be prowling around, and prevents them from hearing any other accidental sound, or dreaming of their old homes, and if stopped would, in all probability, be the signal for a general stampede. 'Music hath charms to soother the savage breast,' if a cow-boy's compulsory bawling out lines of his own composition:

Lay nicely now, cattle, don't need any rattle,
But quitely rest until morn;
For if you skedaddle, we'll jump in the saddle,
And head you as sure as you're born,

can be considered such.

Some poet may yet make a hit
On the odds and ends of cow-boys' wit.

"But on nights when 'Old Prob' goes on a spree, leaves the bung out of his waterbarrel above, prowls around with his flash-box, raising a breeze, whispering in tones of thunder, and the cow-boys voice, like the rest of the outfit, is downed out - steer clear, and prepare for action. If them quadrupeds don't go insane, turn tail to the storm, and strike out for civil and religious liberty, then I don't know what 'strike out' means. Ordinarily so clumsy and stupidlooking, a thousand beef steers can rise like a flock of quail on teh rood of an exploding powder mill, and will scud away like a tumble weed before a high wind, with a noise like a receding earthquake. Then comes fun and frolic for the boys!

"Talk of 'Sheridan's ride, twenty miles away!" That was in the daytime, but this is the cow-boy's ride with Texs five hundred miles away, and them steers steering straight for home; night time, darker than the word means, hog wallows, prairie dog, wolf and badger holes, ravines and precipices ahead, and if you do your duty, three thousand stampeding steers behind. If your horse don't swap ends, and you hang to them until daylight, you can bless your lucky stars. Many have passed in their checks at this game. The remembrance of the few that were foot loose on teh Browery a few years ago will give an apporximate idea of the three thousand raving bovines on the war path. As they tear through the storm at one flash of lightning, they look all tails, and at the next flash all horns. If Napoleon had had a herd at Sedan, headed in the right direction, he would have driven old Billy across the Rhine.

"The next great trouble is in crossing streams, which are invariably high in the driving season. When cattle strike swimming water they generally try to turn back, which eventuates