In spring come in the Eastern buyers, who travel through the country,
collecting a huge drove of perhaps from ten to twenty thousand head.
The three-year-old steers fetch about fifteen or seventeen dollars a
head; no wonder the ranchers prosper, considering that the cost from
calfhood was only that of herding.
Some of the provident ones collect one or two hundred tons of natural
hay against the severities of winter. It may be that for two or three
years the hay will stand unused; then comes the stress. Deep snow will
cover the face of the country and lie for weeks, too deep for the
cattle to live, as in ordinary winters, on the dry bunch-grass
protruding from the snow, or easily reached by scratching a slight
covering away. Even an abundant store will not save all, for many of
the herd will have taken refuge in distant valleys, or perhaps have
retreated far off the whole range in the face of the driving storm. And
even those that are found will move very unwillingly from any poor
shelter they may have secured toward the life-saving food.
[Sidenote: _THE MALHEUR RESERVATION._]
There is a large Indian reservation called the Malheur Reserve; the
road crosses its southwest corner. These Indians are quiet enough now,
but only three years ago there was an outbreak among them. One rancher
had built a fine stone house, just outside the reservation bounds, and
there lived in comfort, surrounded by all the necessaries and many of
the luxuries of life. He had six or eight thousand head of cattle and
some three hundred horses in his band. One morning a friendly Indian
rode up in haste, telling him to get away, as the hostiles were coming
to kill them all. Mounting their horses, the rancher and his wife took
to flight; they looked back from the hill-top to see the flames and
smoke rising from their comfortable home, telling how narrow had been
their escape. A hurried ride of fifty miles took them to safe refuge;
and the speedy repulse of the Indians, and their being driven once
again within their own boundaries, enabled the rancher to rebuild his
house, and restore once more his household goods.
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