into the wild recesses of those uncanny 
Bad Land hills, assembled in full force 
for the evening meal, and announced, 
between mouthfuls, that the morrow 
was to be branding day for the several 
outfits, about two thousand head of 
cattle in all, the ‘ WB’ included, which 
were rounded up on the Big Flat two 
miles distant from the ranch. 
This was the chance for me to be re- 
lieved of my crass ignorance concern- 
ing round-ups, really to have a definite 
conception of the term instead of the 
sea of vagueness and conjecture into 
which I was plunged by the usual de- 
scription —* Oh, just a whole lot of cattle 
driven to one place, and those that need 
it are cut out and frescoed.” How many 
was a whole lot, how were they driven, 
where were they driven from, what 
were they cut out with, how were 
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