on every hill, I discovered that there 
were yet new imps to conquer in my 
world of fear. Shakspere has said some 
nice things about fear — “Of all the 
wonders, . . . it seems to me most 
strange that men should fear ”—but he 
never knew anything about squirming 
rattlesnakes. 
The Cuttle Fish ranch is five miles 
from Markham. That thriving metrop- 
olis has ten houses and eleven saloons, 
in spite of Dakota being ‘prohibition.’ 
Markham is in the heart of the Bad 
Lands, the wonderful freakish Bad 
Lands, where great herds of cattle 
range over all the possible, and some 
of the impossible, places, while the rest 
of it—black, green, and red peaks, hills 
of powdered coal, wicked land cuts 
that no plumb can fathom, treacherous 
clay crust over boiling lava, arid hor- 
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