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on south-easterly to Saskatoon, where we were 

 one day ahead of time. We pastured our cattle 

 on some of the city lots far out, that were worth 

 untold fortunes during the boom and are not 

 worth anything now, and the night before the 

 sale some of our cattle got restless and broke 

 away, and kept us busy all through the frosty 

 night riding and finding them. In the early 

 morning, when found, they looked in only half 

 the condition they had done, as we had carefully 

 nursed them all along the road and had them 

 rolling fat ; this was just like cattle, to get mad 

 the last night and run around trying to get thin 

 again. Our dog, Chummie, although only a pup, 

 was invaluable ; in town he was sometimes a 

 source of embarrassment, as he refused to be 

 left in a barn at night or to allow me to go any- 

 where without him. He even had to accompany 

 me to a picture-show and lie under the seat. 



" I got a cattle-dealer to help me to buy the 

 calves at a dollar a head, and we drove round 

 picking them up, which took us four days, and 



the next day loaded them. It took R 



and self three days to drive them from R . 



We could not travel far, as the little ones would 

 play out after ten miles or so, but we had no 

 casualties either going or coming. We passed 

 through many miles of country where every 



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