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in the ground as the sun was going down. 



Suddenly we heard a, yell ; then a yelling, 

 then a bellowing. The yelling was heard 

 in the high grass in the Camas Valley be 

 low, and the bellowing of cattle came from 

 the woody river banks far beyond. 



Then up on the brown hills of the Ore 

 gon Sierras above us came the wild answer 

 of the wild black cattle of the hills, and 

 a moment later, right and left, the long 

 black lines began to widen out; then down 

 they came, like a whirlwind, toward the 

 black and surging line in the grass below. 

 We were now almost in the center of what 

 would, in a little time, be a complete circle 

 and cyclone of furious Spanish cattle. 



And now, here is something curious to 

 relate. Our own cows, poor, weary, immi 

 grant cows of only a year before, tossed 

 their tails in the air, pawed the ground, 

 bellowed and fairly went wild in the splen 

 did excitement and tumult. One touch of 

 nature made the whole cow world kin ! 



Father clambered up on a "buck-horse' 1 



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