It was true, however, and our appetites did them justice. Forrest
reported Splann as having arrived a day late, and now encamped the last
herd up the valley. Taking our horses with us, Dave and I set out to
look up our herds and resume our former positions. I rode through
Sponsilier’s cattle while en route to my own, and remembered the first
impression they had made on my mind,—their uniformity in size and
smoothness of build,—and now found them fatted into finished form, the
herd being a credit to any drover. Continuing on my way, I intercepted
my own cattle, lying down over hundreds of acres, and so contented that
I refused to disturb them. Splann reported not over half a dozen
sore-footed ones among them, having grazed the entire distance from
Little Missouri, giving the tender cattle a good chance to recover. I
held a circle of listeners for several hours, in recounting
Sponsilier’s and my own experiences in the quarantine camps, and our
utter final failure, except that the opposition herds had been
detained, which would force them to drive over twenty miles a day in
order to reach Buford on time. On the other hand, an incident of more
than ordinary moment had occurred with the cattle some ten days
previous. The slow movement of the grazing herds allowed a great amount
of freedom to the boys and was taken advantage of at every opportunity.
It seems that on approaching Beaver Creek, Owen Ubery and Runt Pickett
had ridden across to it for the purpose of trout-fishing. They were
gone all day, having struck the creek some ten or twelve miles west of
the cattle, expecting to fish down it and overtake the herds during the
evening. But about noon they discovered where a wagon had been burned,
years before, and near by were five human skeletons, evidently a
family. It was possibly the work of Indians, or a blizzard, and to
prove the discovery, Pickett had brought in one of the skulls and
proposed taking it home with him as a memento of the drive. Parent
objected to having the reminder in the wagon, and a row resulted
between them, till Splann interfered and threw the gruesome relic away.
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