to saddle him with a woman at such a 

 juncture, but I was not a woman just 

 then. I was a green cowboy and 

 frightened to death, as the cattle closed 

 around me, a heavy mass of ponderous 

 forms, here wedged in tightly and bel- 

 lowing, some with the pain of being 

 crushed, some for their calves. I ex- 

 pected every instant to be trampled 

 under foot. 



"Stick to your horse, whatever you 

 do, and work to the left," I heard Van 

 shouting to me over the backs of a 

 dozen cows. The dust, the noise, and 

 the smell of those struggling creatures 

 appalled and sickened me. How was 

 I ever going to work to the left in that 

 jam 9 I could see nothing but backs 

 and heads and horns. I allowed mysell 

 one terrified groan which was fortu- 

 nately lost in the general uproar. But 



