remember him, I ordered him to pick, with Don Lovell’s compliments, any horse in the remuda as a present. The proposition stunned Sanders, but I insisted that if old man Don was there, he would make him take something. He picked a good horse out of my mount and stayed until morning, when he was compelled to return, as the probabilities were that they would receive the other cattle some time during the day. After breakfast, and as he was starting to return, he said, “Well, boys, tell the old man that I don’t expect ever to be able to return his kindness, though I’d ride a thousand miles for the chance. One thing sure, there isn’t a man in Dakota who has money enough to tempt me to part with my pelon. If you locate down on the Little Missouri, drop me a line where you are at, and if Lovell wants four good men, I can let him have them about the first of December. You through lads are liable to be scared over the coming winter, and a few acclimated ones will put backbone in his outfit. And tell the old man that if I can ever do him a good turn just to snap his fingers and I’ll quit the government—he’s a few shades whiter than it, anyhow.” The herd had already left the bed-ground, headed south. About five miles above O’Brien’s, we recrossed to the eastern side of the Yellowstone, and for the next three days moved short distances, the military always camped well in our rear. The fourth morning I killed a beef, a forage-wagon came forward and took half of it back to the cavalry camp with our greetings and farewell, and we parted company. Don Lovell met us about noon, elated as a boy over his purchase of the hay ranch. My brother had gone on to the railroad and thence by train to Miles City to meet his remuda and outfit. “Boys, I have bought you a new home,” was the greeting of old man Don, as he dismounted at our noon camp. “There’s a comfortable dugout, stabling for about ten horses, and seventy-five tons of good hay in the stack. The owner was homesick to get back to God’s country, and he’ll give us possession in ten days. Bob will be in Little Missouri to-day and order us a car of sacked corn from Omaha, and within a month we’ll be as snug as they are down in old Medina. Bob’s outfit will go home from Miles, and if he can’t sell his remuda he’ll bring it up here. Two of these outfits can start back in a few days, and afterward the camp will be reduced to ten men.”