on to seek the best market for our capital.  There was nothing haphazard about our business; separate accounts were kept on every herd, and at the end of the season the percentage profit on each told their own story.  For instance, in the above year it cost us more to deliver a cow at an agency in the Indian Territory than a steer at Dodge City, Kansas.  The herds sold in Colorado had been driven at an expense of eighty-five cents a head, those delivered on the Republican River ninety, and every cow driven that year cost us over one dollar a head in general expense.  The necessity of holding the latter for a period of four months near agencies for issuing purposes added to the cost, and was charged to that particular department of our business.

George Edwards and my active partner agreed to restock our beef ranch in the Outlet, and I returned to Missouri.  I make no claim of being the first cowman to improve the native cattle of Texas, yet forty years’ keen observation has confirmed my original idea,—­that improvement must come through the native and gradually.  Climatic conditions in Texas are such that the best types of the bovine race would deteriorate if compelled to subsist the year round on the open range.  The strongest point in the original Spanish cattle was their inborn ability as foragers, being inured for centuries to drouth, the heat of summer, and the northers of winter, subsisting for months on prickly pear, a species of the cactus family, or drifting like game animals to more favored localities in avoiding the natural afflictions that beset an arid country.  In producing the ideal range animal it was more important to retain those rustling qualities than to gain a better color, a few pounds in weight, and a shortening of horns and legs, unless their possessor could withstand the rigors of a variable climate.  Nature befriends the animal race.  The buffalo of Montana could face the blizzard, while his brother on the plains of Texas sought shelter from the northers in canons and behind sand-dunes, guided by an instinct that foretold the coming storm.

I accompanied my car of thoroughbred bulls and unloaded them at the first station north of Fort Worth.  They numbered twenty-five, all two-year-olds past, and were representative of three leading beef brands of established reputation.  Others had tried the experiment before me, the main trouble being in acclimation, which affects animals the same as the human family.  But by wintering them at their destination, I had hopes of inuring the importation so that they would withstand the coming summer, the heat of which was a sore trial to a northern-bred animal.  Accordingly I made arrangements with a farmer to feed my car of bulls during the winter, hay and grain both being plentiful.  They had cost me over five thousand dollars, and rather than risk the loss of a single one by chancing them on the range, an additional outlay of a few hundred dollars was justified.  Limiting the corn fed to three barrels to the animal a month, with plenty of rough feed, ought to bring them through the winter in good, healthy form.  The farmer promised to report monthly on their condition, and agreeing to send for them by the first of April, I hastened on home.