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and i got to have help with the treasure if it's like this fellow said it was
it's money i got to have and it's money i haven't got and can't get unless i let somebody in as pardner
why me i asked why not he retorted
we talked the matter over at length
i stood out for a larger party
he strongly opposed this as depreciating the shares but i had no intention of going alone into what was then considered a wild and dangerous country finally we compromised
a third of the treasure was to go to him a third to me and the rest was to be divided among the men whom i should select this scheme did not appeal to him
but since there existed for us no responsibility we each reported dutifully at the roll call of habit and dropped back into our blankets with a grateful sigh
i remember the moon sailing a good gait among apparently stationary cloudlets i recall a deep black shadow lying before distant silvery mountains i glanced over the stark motionless canvases each of which concealed a man the air trembled with the bellowing of cattle in the corrals
seemingly but a moment later the cook's howl brought me to consciousness again
three were to care for the remuda five were to move the stray herd from the corrals to good feed three branding crews were told to brand the calves we had collected in the cut of the afternoon before that took up about half the men
the rest were to make a short drive in the salt grass
we were the only ones who did go afoot however although the corrals were not more than two hundred yards distant
between the upright bars of greasewood we could see the cattle and near the opposite side the men building a fire next the fence
we pushed open the wide gate and entered
one stood waiting for them to finish a sheaf of long j h stamping irons in his hand
all the rest squatted on their heels along the fence smoking cigarettes and chatting together
the first rays of the sun slanted across in one great sweep from the remote mountains
homer wooden and old california john rode in among the cattle
as the loop settled he jerked sharply upward exactly as one would strike to hook a big fish
homer wrapped the rope twice or thrice about the horn and sat over in one stirrup to avoid the tightened line and to preserve the balance
nobody paid any attention to the calf
behind him followed his anxious mother her head swinging from side to side near the fire the horse stopped
the two bull doggers immediately pounced upon the victim
it was promptly flopped over on its right side
thus the calf was unable to struggle
when once you have had the wind knocked out of you or a rib or two broken you cease to think this unnecessarily rough
hot iron yelled one of the bull doggers
marker yelled the other
the brander pressed the iron smoothly against the flank
perhaps the calf blatted a little as the heat scorched
the brand showed cherry which is the proper colour to indicate due peeling and a successful mark
then he nicked out a swallow tail in the other
it seems to me that a great deal of unnecessary twaddle is abroad as to the extreme cruelty of branding
undoubtedly it is to some extent painful and could some other method of ready identification be devised it might be as well to adopt it in preference
inextinguishable laughter followed the spread of this doctrine through arizona
imagine a puncher descending to examine politely the ear tags of wild cattle on the open range or in a round up
a calf usually bellows when the iron bites but as soon as released he almost invariably goes to feeding or to looking idly about
besides which it happens but once in a lifetime and is over in ten seconds a comfort denied to those of us who have our teeth filled
one of the little animals was but a few months old so the rider did not bother with its hind legs but tossed his loop over its neck
mister frost's bull calf alone in pictorial history shows the attitudes
and then of course there was the gorgeous contrast between all this frantic and uncomprehending excitement and the absolute matter of fact imperturbability of horse and rider
as he knew his business and as the calf was a small one the little beast went over promptly bit the ground with a whack and was pounced upon and held
he would catch himself on one foot scramble vigorously and end by struggling back to the upright
you can imagine what happened next
this is productive of some fun if it fails
by now the branding was in full swing
when the nooses fell they turned and walked toward the fire as a matter of course rarely did the cast fail
men ran to and fro busy and intent
sometimes three or four calves were on the ground at once
dust eddied and dissipated
no more necked calves they announced
then he would spit on his hands and go at it alone
if luck attended his first effort his sarcasm was profound there's yore little calf said he
would you like to have me tote it to you or do you reckon you could toddle this far with yore little old iron
toward noon the work slacked
finally homer rode over to the cattleman and reported the branding finished
the latter counted the marks in his tally book
one hundred and seventy six he announced
the markers squatted on their heels told over the bits of ears they had saved
the total amounted to but an hundred and seventy five
finally wooden discovered it in his hip pocket
they had been doing a wrestler's heavy work all the morning but did not seem to be tired
i saw once in some crank physical culture periodical that a cowboy's life was physically ill balanced like an oarsman's in that it exercised only certain muscles of the body

and i got to have help with the treasure if it's like this fellow said it was

it's money i got to have and it's money i haven't got and can't get unless i let somebody in as pardner

why me i asked why not he retorted

we talked the matter over at length

i stood out for a larger party

he strongly opposed this as depreciating the shares but i had no intention of going alone into what was then considered a wild and dangerous country finally we compromised

a third of the treasure was to go to him a third to me and the rest was to be divided among the men whom i should select this scheme did not appeal to him

but since there existed for us no responsibility we each reported dutifully at the roll call of habit and dropped back into our blankets with a grateful sigh

i remember the moon sailing a good gait among apparently stationary cloudlets i recall a deep black shadow lying before distant silvery mountains i glanced over the stark motionless canvases each of which concealed a man the air trembled with the bellowing of cattle in the corrals

seemingly but a moment later the cook's howl brought me to consciousness again

three were to care for the remuda five were to move the stray herd from the corrals to good feed three branding crews were told to brand the calves we had collected in the cut of the afternoon before that took up about half the men

the rest were to make a short drive in the salt grass

we were the only ones who did go afoot however although the corrals were not more than two hundred yards distant

between the upright bars of greasewood we could see the cattle and near the opposite side the men building a fire next the fence

we pushed open the wide gate and entered

one stood waiting for them to finish a sheaf of long j h stamping irons in his hand

all the rest squatted on their heels along the fence smoking cigarettes and chatting together

the first rays of the sun slanted across in one great sweep from the remote mountains

homer wooden and old california john rode in among the cattle

as the loop settled he jerked sharply upward exactly as one would strike to hook a big fish

homer wrapped the rope twice or thrice about the horn and sat over in one stirrup to avoid the tightened line and to preserve the balance

nobody paid any attention to the calf

behind him followed his anxious mother her head swinging from side to side near the fire the horse stopped

the two bull doggers immediately pounced upon the victim

it was promptly flopped over on its right side

thus the calf was unable to struggle

when once you have had the wind knocked out of you or a rib or two broken you cease to think this unnecessarily rough

hot iron yelled one of the bull doggers

marker yelled the other

the brander pressed the iron smoothly against the flank

perhaps the calf blatted a little as the heat scorched

the brand showed cherry which is the proper colour to indicate due peeling and a successful mark

then he nicked out a swallow tail in the other

it seems to me that a great deal of unnecessary twaddle is abroad as to the extreme cruelty of branding

undoubtedly it is to some extent painful and could some other method of ready identification be devised it might be as well to adopt it in preference

inextinguishable laughter followed the spread of this doctrine through arizona

imagine a puncher descending to examine politely the ear tags of wild cattle on the open range or in a round up

a calf usually bellows when the iron bites but as soon as released he almost invariably goes to feeding or to looking idly about

besides which it happens but once in a lifetime and is over in ten seconds a comfort denied to those of us who have our teeth filled

one of the little animals was but a few months old so the rider did not bother with its hind legs but tossed his loop over its neck

mister frost's bull calf alone in pictorial history shows the attitudes

and then of course there was the gorgeous contrast between all this frantic and uncomprehending excitement and the absolute matter of fact imperturbability of horse and rider

as he knew his business and as the calf was a small one the little beast went over promptly bit the ground with a whack and was pounced upon and held

he would catch himself on one foot scramble vigorously and end by struggling back to the upright

you can imagine what happened next

this is productive of some fun if it fails

by now the branding was in full swing

when the nooses fell they turned and walked toward the fire as a matter of course rarely did the cast fail

men ran to and fro busy and intent

sometimes three or four calves were on the ground at once

dust eddied and dissipated

no more necked calves they announced

then he would spit on his hands and go at it alone

if luck attended his first effort his sarcasm was profound there's yore little calf said he

would you like to have me tote it to you or do you reckon you could toddle this far with yore little old iron

toward noon the work slacked

finally homer rode over to the cattleman and reported the branding finished

the latter counted the marks in his tally book

one hundred and seventy six he announced

the markers squatted on their heels told over the bits of ears they had saved

the total amounted to but an hundred and seventy five

finally wooden discovered it in his hip pocket

they had been doing a wrestler's heavy work all the morning but did not seem to be tired

i saw once in some crank physical culture periodical that a cowboy's life was physically ill balanced like an oarsman's in that it exercised only certain muscles of the body