George told him that the "blawsted 'awgs are increasing so fawst that they are about to run us off the place, and if you will come down and get them, you can 'ave a pair."

Laing was then a candidate for sheriff, and it is possible that his generous feelings were partly inspired by that good brotherhood spirit that gets into a man's blood when he

is running for office. Laing was defeated, and still he made good cheerfully on his proffer, so that we must say that he was a thoroughbred sport.

Nelson Ashford, with his son William and family, and daughter Gertrude arrived the autumn of 1885, Mrs. Nelson Ashford arriving the following spring.

Will Ashford was a live wire and he believed in living as he journeyed through life. As he was coming down Long Springs hill, he got a glimpse of the beautiful virgin valley where Harrisburg was later planted, and at the bottom of the hill was a creek, and the tops of green trees were to be seen. Will let out a bray, like a homecoming mule, and startled the silent watches of the wilderness. Out of the canyon there scurried in all directions wild animals that had been down to drink. There were wild horses, deer and antelope.

Being Grangers, the Ashfords wanted pigs as well as cattle, and there were none. Then it occurred to Mrs. Streeks, (also a daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Nelson Ashford) that Laing had told them of his hogs. It was a long ways to Laing's ranch, the nearest source of supply, but not so very far comparatively with the overland journey from beyond the Missouri.