One day his boy got his foot tangled in a lariat rope, the other end of which was attached to a wild saddle horse. The animal promptly ran away, and dragged the boy to his death, after which Hanson sold out, and left the country.

Perry Braziel, who had been here off and on since 1882, took some land adjoining the old Bay State ranch in Mitchell Valley, about this time. Perry had been at the ranch considerable of his time for three or four years, working on the roundups and feeding stock in the winter.

Working for the bonanza cattle outfits, the men upon the ground saw the trend of the times. This land could not always remain free range, and so the hay meadows were taken up by the boys who wanted to make this their permanent abiding place. They may have even thought that the mental giants did not have their ears to the ground, but Paxton and Creighton visualized the future. They saw the advancing line of settlement, and they heard the tread of coming thousands. Their amalgamations were but the shrewder instincts "Getting from under" as they felt bonanza ranching tottering and trembling to its fall. They could see that soon the free range would be no more. When I think of their achievements, I am

proud of the people of the west. Much may justly be said of later people, but I am to speak of them in their turn and place.

I refer now to the men of old. Of Creighton, and Paxton, and Swan, and McShane. and Bratt. and Sheedy, and Van Tassel, and Coffee. Of the men who pioneered in their line. Who were unafraid of Indians or personal dangers, and bad men, and roughed it with the roughest.