But the news of the accident to Streeks filtered through the Goshen Holes, across Horse creek and down Pumpkin creek and finally reached Streeks's wife, who lived then just southeasl of the present Airdale ranch.

Mrs. Streeks and her sister took a wagon

and started to run down the rumor and tryto find Chris, for betime the story had reached them it was merely a rumor that he had been hurt, and the location of the accident was very vague. They made Horse creek the first day, and stayed at a ranch where most of the people were transient, and knew nothing of the accident.

It was rather daring on their part, and the night was one long to be remembered, for the men were quarreling, and they seemed to have some grudge against a young fellow, and each seemed to take a turn to pick at him. They could not make out the cause of the trouble, but it wore away without any fights or gun play; and in the morning the ladies renewed their search for something tangible about the accident. They struck a fresh trail at the Y- cross ranch and finally landed at Fort Laramie. Mrs. Streeks later, after Chris had recovered sufficiently, returned for him and they made him a bed in the wagon box and started for home.

In the Scotts Bluff mountains, about ten miles southwest of Gering, they passed the home of a "nestor," or one of the "sooners" that have exhausted all their land rights, yet move ahead of settlement, squatting on tracts which they think will become desirable, and for which they will be able to obtain a few dollars for a "squatter's right." The woman, a large lady of Irish antecedents, ran out at approach of the wagon and seeing the form of a man covered up in the back part of the wagon, requested the privilege of looking upon "the pretty corpse."