The cattle were brought north by rail and unloaded at Wendover, and trailed from there into the Big Horn Basin and the British possessions.

I "skinned mules" on the head of Pole (Xodgepole) creek, Horse creek and the Chugwater, and I cooked for an outfit from the river to "the basin." I had had no experience at cooking to amount to anything, but I could boil spuds and beans, make "sore-finger bread," and make good coffee. The recipe for

good coffee is "a couple of hands full to a dipper of water." What more does a hungry man want? Also I had the advantage over some cooks in that I kept my dishes cleaned up after every meal, and I was always on the job. When the boys would pass a settlement where there were any girls, some of the settlers would be sure to have a roundup dance. Either among the boys, or among the settlers there were fiddlers. Among the cowboys, I knew several: there was Runey Campbell, Ed Stemler, Ed Wright and Ark. Hughes -- all

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alive today (1919), and still able to draw a bow across the strings. In fact I would like to go to one of the old fashioned dances, \Vith the old fashioned music, and a crowd of the old timers. To be sure, it would be nothing like the gymnastic performances of the new people, the dips, the trots, and the wiggles that we are told is dancing now.