Every little while we now hear of one who has gone "stampedin' on the Old Trail." Yet, today, we find a few anchored to the soil of the wonderful land, which they have helped to tame from the wilderness of old, to the present wilderness of green, done in seventeen shades of glory and productivity.

Recently there seems to be a Stampede of the old boys, heading for the Home Ranch Across the Great Divide, and it is fitting that we should close this history of an epoch in the taming 0f (he west, with a few lines dedicated to the brave and true spirits who wrought the transformation :

Stampedinj ox the Old Trail

The 1>ovs are leavin' this old range,

Where once they liked to ride; And hittin' for the Home Ranch,

\< TO ■ ilu- I ,rcat Divide. We .-ill were goin' sometime

P.n! never had agreed

1,1 quil the flats in bunches -- A regular stampede.

From Circle Arrow ranch the first

To drift or fade away, Were Jimmy Tate at Sidney,

And" Kimball Billy Day. He's put in Boot Hill Graveyard,

With boots on, as he died, W7hen Jimmy quit the Lodgepole

And hit the Great Divide.

And then to take the High Roau

Was our old Captain Jenks ; He went with the Rough Riders

When shuffling off the kinks. Then Chris Streeks of a sudden

Snuffed out the light, and died -- He swung into the saddle

For the Long and Lonely Ride.