When at the Progressive Convention last August, I met George Meyer for the first time in many years, and he recalled to me an incident on one round-up where we happened to be thrown together while driving some cows and calves to camp.  When the camp was only just across the river, two of the calves positively refused to go any further.  He took one of them in his arms, and after some hazardous maneuvering managed to get on his horse, in spite of the objections of the latter, and rode into the river.  My calf was too big for such treatment, so in despair I roped it, intending to drag it over.  However, as soon as I roped it, the calf started bouncing and bleating, and, owing to some lack of dexterity on my part, suddenly swung round the rear of the horse, bringing the rope under his tail.  Down went the tail tight, and the horse “went into figures,” as the cow-puncher phrase of that day was.  There was a cut bank about four feet high on the hither side of the river, and over this the horse bucked.  We went into the water with a splash.  With a “pluck” the calf followed, described a parabola in the air, and landed beside us.  Fortunately, this took the rope out from under the horse’s tail, but left him thoroughly frightened.  He could not do much bucking in the stream, for there were one or two places where we had to swim, and the shallows were either sandy or muddy; but across we went, at speed, and the calf made a wake like Pharaoh’s army in the Red Sea.

On several occasions we had to fight fire.  In the geography books of my youth prairie fires were always portrayed as taking place in long grass, and all living things ran before them.  On the Northern cattle plains the grass was never long enough to be a source of danger to man or beast.  The fires were nothing like the forest fires in the Northern woods.  But they destroyed large quantities of feed, and we had to stop them where possible.  The process we usually followed was to kill a steer, split it in two lengthwise, and then have two riders drag each half-steer, the rope of one running from his saddle-horn to the front leg, and that of the other to the hind leg.  One of the men would spur his horse over or through the line of fire, and the two would then ride forward, dragging the steer bloody side downward along the line of flame, men following on foot with slickers or wet horse-blankets, to beat out any flickering blaze that was still left.  It was exciting work, for the fire and the twitching and plucking of the ox carcass over the uneven ground maddened the fierce little horses so that it was necessary to do some riding in order to keep them to their work.  After a while it also became very exhausting, the thirst and fatigue being great, as, with parched lips and blackened from head to foot, we toiled at our task.