BILL CEOSS AND HIS BEAR. &{ 



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" 



