When Arbuckle broke Post and his Cheyenne bank, it took the saving of nearly all the boys, that were at all frugal, for Post's bank was their depository. Yet few of them would blame Post. They were firm in the faith that his grand-stand play in Cheyenne, when his wife allowed him to sell her jewels, and the house over her head, to put the proceeds into the assets of the wreck, that it was all on the square. Some of us wonder if the machinery through which it passed was not well oiled. Certain it is, that Mrs. Post continued to live in the house until her removal to Salt Lake. And Post either had ability or finance to get him on his feet rather suddenly in their new home.

When the showdown of the Scotch was required, the old boys felt in duty bound to assist in making the count correspond as nearly as possible, with the book value. Counting thousands of cattle is no easy matter, and it took both speed and time. As they were crowded through the chutes, the marker would call off, and the men with the tally sheets would mark it down. Two men were detailed to mark the cattle with the paint brush. They were Davy Morris, who now lives at Squaw Mountain south of Laramie Peak, and Jim Hubbard, who once homesteaded the farm in Mitchell Valley that was owned by Harry Thornton for many years.

That these men were experts with the paint brush goes without saving, for some of the eye witnesses of the affair tell me that about every other number that they called was an animal invisible to the naked eve. Thev would