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present foreman is firmly wedded to this idea, 

 as well as to its complement, the belief that 

 any animal with hoofs, before any vehicle 

 with wheels, can be driven across any coun- 

 try. One summer on reaching the ranch I 

 was entertained with the usual accounts of the 

 adventures and misadventures which had be- 

 fallen my own men and my neighbors since I 

 had been out last. In the course of the con- 

 versation my foreman remarked : " We had 

 a great time out here about six weeks ago. 

 There was a professor from Ann Arbor came 

 out with his wife to see the Bad Lands, and 

 they asked if we could rig them up a team, 

 and we said we guessed we could, and Foley s 

 boy and I did ; but it ran away with him and 

 broke his leg 1 He was here for a month. I 

 guess he did n't mind it though." Of this I 

 was less certain, forlorn little Medora being a 

 " busted " cow-town, concerning which I once 

 heard another of my men remark, in reply to 

 an inquisitive commercial traveller : " How 

 many people lives here ? Eleven counting 

 the chickens when they're all in town ! " 



My foreman continued : " By George, there 

 was something that professor said afterwards 

 that made me feel hot. I sent word up to him 

 by Foley's boy that seein' as how it had come 

 out we would n't charge him nothin' for the 

 rig ; and that professor he answered that he 

 was glad we were showing him some sign of 

 consideration, for he'd begun to believe he'd 

 fallen into a den of sharks, and that we gave 

 him a runaway team a purpose. That made 



