Atlantic Narratives

of cattle for a branding. On the way we fell in behind a bunch of some fifty cows and yearlings which one of the riders had picked up; and,

es, but the rider, far across the desert, saw the movement and came cutting through the sage, shouting and waving his arms to stop us. We had pushed the driving too hard. Mutiny was spreading among the cattle, already mani

fears. The herd is like a crowd, easily led, easily excited, easily stampeded,-when it becomes

e across the rim-rock country of southeastern Oregon. No better chance to study the spirit of the herd could possi

oot's admiration for th

ree of daring and endurance, as well as a knowledge of the wild-animal mind, which lifts their hard work into the heroic, and

son, and with anything like four thousand cattle, becomes an unbroken hazard. More than all else on such a drive is feared the wild herd-spirit, the quick, black temper which, by one sign or another, e