Snap: A legend of the Lone MountainPhillipps-Wolley, Clive
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Snap: A legend of the Lone Mountain
Phillipps-Wolley, Clive
Canadian Rockies (B.C. and Alta.) -- Fiction; English fiction -- 19th century; Mountaineering -- Fiction
Once again in the saddle, Snap made the best of his way after his
friend, and some time before nightfall was agreeably surprised to see
the ranche in the distance. It must be confessed that he had had no
idea that he was near home until he saw the smoke from the ranche
chimneys, having been completely 'turned round' as Yankees say.
Atkins had been home some time, and the skin was pegged out to dry.
Old Wharton laughed until his sides ached at the boy's rueful plight
and his very apparent stiffness. 'Ah,' he said, 'I guess the Cradle
don't work very easy yet, but my word, boy, if you do want a donkey
to gallop or a cayouse to kick, just you put a carrot in front of one
or a bear-skin behind the other, and you won't have to wait long, you
bet.' In the big corral was a band of about thirty-seven cattle,
quite enough after their long drive, and, as Tony said, 'likely to
give anyone a nice day's work, branding them to-morrow.'
CHAPTER XII
BRANDING THE 'SCRUBBER'
A rancher's life is not an easy one. The hardest work comes in
spring and autumn, when the cattle are 'rounded up,' or gathered
together from their feeding-grounds all over the place, and parcelled
out amongst the different owners. As the great pastures have no
fences to mark off one from another, of course the cattle stray, and
the Rosebud herd and the Snake River herd mix with one another, and
with individuals belonging to ranches even more distant than these.
At the great annual round-up a certain number of cowboys from each
ranche in the district meet, and proceed to drive the whole of the
neighbouring ranges, collecting a vast mass of cattle as they go.
Each cowboy has about a dozen ponies with him, and in the work of the
round-up even this large string is very often used up. For horse and
man the work is as severe as human muscle and horseflesh can stand.
During the day the men ride round by the banks of every crik,
investigate every quiet glen among the hills, sweep over the rolling
plains, and little by little gather up the waifs and strays into a
huge herd. At night this herd has to be watched, as well as the big
band of horses accompanying it.
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