Produced by D Alexander and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This file was produced from images generously made available by The Internet Archive) BILL NYE'S CORDWOOD COPYRIGHT. 1887 CHICAGO: RHODES & MCCLURE PUBLISHING CO. 1887. [Illustration: Bill Nye] Transcriber's note: There was no Contents list in the original, one has been placed in this ebook for ease of navigation. Bill Nye on the Cow Industry. A New Biography of Galileo. Methuselah. Notes on Some Spring Styles. Hunting an Ichthyosaurus. True Merit Rewarded. Bill Nye condoles with Cleveland. No Doubt as to His Condition. Cyclones. The Earth. Francisco Pizarro's Career. Bill Nye "Incubates." Bill Nye on Tobacco.--A Discourager of Cannibalism. Bill Nye's Arctic-le. Bill Nye's Answers to Correspondents. Bill Nye Preparing A Political Speech in Advance for a Time of Need. Bill Nye on Railroads. Bill Nye's Letter. Favored a Higher Fine. How Bill Nye Failed to Make the Amende Honorable--A Pathetic Incident. Seeing a Saw Mill. How A Chinaman Rides the Untamed Broncho. Bill Nye Wants to Know How to Preserve Game. Bill Nye Attends Booth's "Hamlet." Bill Nye's Advice A Would-be Hostelry. Bill Nye's Hornets. A Tragedy. The Bronco Cow. Autumn Thoughts. Bill Nye's Advice Bag. Mr. Sweeney's Cat. Bill Nye's Letter. Declined with Thanks. BILL NYE'S CORDWOOD. BILL NYE ON THE COW INDUSTRY. A COWBOY COLLEGE NEEDED TO EDUCATE YOUNG MEN TO THIS PROFESSION. No one can go through the wide territory of Montana to-day without being strongly impressed with the wonderful growth of the great cattle growing and grazing industry of that territory. And yet Montana is but the northern extremity of the great grazing belt which lies at the foot of the Rocky Mountains, extending from the British possessions on the north to the Mexican border on the south, extending eastward, too, as far as the arable lands of Dakota, Nebraska and Kansas. Montana, at this season of the year, is the paradise of the sleek, high-headed, 2-year-old Texan steer, with his tail over the dashboard, as well as the stock yearling, born on the range, beneath the glorious mountain sky and under the auspices of roundup No. 21. I do not say this to advertise the stock growing business, because it is already advertised too much, anyway. So many millionaires have been made with "free grass" and the early-rising, automatic branding iron that every man in the United States who has a cow that can stand the journey seems to be about to take her west and embark in business as a cattle king.