After the building of the Union Pacific, for many years there were parties of emigrants crossing the continental divide in the old way. There were parties of different nationalities occasionally, and one time forty or fifty Turks were making their way up the Lodgepole valley. True to their faith and custom, they wore the picturesque costumes of their native land. As they neared Newman ranch, Henry was out with his saddle horse to see what was coming.

Noticing that the Turks were a bit exercised at his approach, he thought to give them ample justice for the apprehension. He discharged his six shooter with rapid successive shots, and then dropped his rope over the man who appeared to be their leader. A dozen other Turks ran to the rescue, and grabbed hold of the rope, but the sturdy bronco had turned about, and Newman had taken a hitch around the saddle horn. They started moving steadily along with the Turks tugging vigorously to stop them or release their leader.

Another cowman came along at this time and hailed Neuman.

"What's the game, old timer?" he asked.

"Nothing," answered NeumanL "only I'm leading these d -- d Turks through" New Jerusalem."

Having had his little escapade, he let them proceed.

Down at Big Springs, besides the Shiedley ranch, were the Walraths, whose ranch dates back to 1873. The Walrath ranch was owned by A. J. and Baggage Walrath. Their herd was a comparatively small one at the time, but it later grew to large proportions. Baggage Walrath has gone on, to the Final Roundup, but A. J. still lives in the land where he has seen the transition. The veteran of the plains can be found at Julesburg, and has a rich fund of reminiscence.