XXII 

 THE SUNNY SLOPES OF LINWOOD 



The bull lots at Lin wood were ideal woodland 

 richly set in blue grass, surrounded by substantial 

 stone walls and each provided with an open shed 

 for shelter. My first visit was made shortly after 

 the original Sittyton quartet arrived at their Kan- 

 sas destination. In the lot skirted by the highway 

 leading down to Linwood station stood young Baron 

 Victor. He has been dead for many a year, and 

 his great sons and grandsons have also long since 

 gone the way of all flesh; but the picture of the 

 Baron as he stood there in the midst of rare 

 sylvan surroundings in June, 1882, has but one 

 companion-piece in my memories of similar scenes. 

 One day at Tillycairn WILLIAM DUTHIE'S Scottish 

 Archer, standing knee-deep in an Aberdeenshire 

 pasture, was flashed upon my vision. That has not 

 yet been forgotten. And so with the son of Barmp- 

 ton that had come to Linwood to start western 

 American Shorthorn breeding upon a new and saner 

 course. He looked every inch a bull, masculine 

 from the tip of his none-too-attractive horns to his 

 heels. Wiseacres shook their heads as they looked 

 at that strongly individualized front. "Bad horns!" 

 Yes, it is true, they were heavy and they had a 



187 



