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herd in the distance. In one instance the writer with a party was in the 
immiediate vicinity, and it required most of the day to see the herd and 
return to camp. Uusually one can see the herd with little difficulty, and 
it is well worth a day’s work and the slight expense. 
The animals go in small squads of from two or three to fifty. The 
Indian guide races his cayuse after a squad, coming up in the direction 
he wishes them to go. He will ride leisurely until he reaches the posi- 
tion that suits him, will then turn toward the squad, spur his cayuse to 
full speed, shriek like a demon, and fire his six shooter again and again. 
The squad is run in the direction of a larger squad. When they are 
joined he goes in search of others and repeats the same performance, 
until his cayuse will be panting and reeking with perspiration. Occa- 
sionally he will approach the visitor and stop at a respectful distance, 
sitting idly in his saddle. If the visitor says nothing no more will be 
brought up. If the visitor points to others or asks for more they are 
likely to be brought. 
One may go within 20 to 30 yards of the animals. If closer approach 
is made they will slowly move off. If the pursuit is continued they will 
hasten the gait to a trot, then to a gallop, and finally run at full speed 
with lowered head and straight tail, bellowing every few jumps. 
The guides are very positive the beasts will do harm to one on foot. 
There are several bad animals in the herd, and most of them will ‘‘stand 
pat,” as expressed by one of the owners. 
The writer has tried to go among them on foot, for photographic pur- 
poses, but they have invariably decamped. The first time they were 
viewed there were over 200 in the herd brought together. They were 
continually bellowing in their low, deep and rumbling gurgle. They would 
keep pawing the earth and stirring clouds of dust with their hoofs. The 
large masses of unshed hair in spots was a decided contrast to the sleek 
places where the hair was new. It is well known they shed in masses 
of hair. The young calves in color resembled Jerseys. The old bulls 
were noble looking fellows and looked large. Not a tree is on their 
range, save a few scraggy pines on the rocky buttes or along the river. 
The entire herd may be in a coulee but a few rods away and be invisible. 
It certainly is an unusual sight to see such a large herd on such a range; 
while the guide with his wide sombrero and leather chaps, his heels 
adorned with long clanking spurs, lends a charm that is more than pass- 
ing. He eyes them constantly, answering questions with one of three 
answers, “yes,” “no,” “I don’t know.” Diligent inquiry may bring infor- 
mation, but it will not be volunteered by the guide. 
The inspection over the guide gives a whoop, fires his six shooter, 
spurs his horse at them, follows for thirty or forty rods, shrieking, shoot- 
ing and spurring his horse on, when it is over. They soon scatter, and 
are mostly out of sight. They always appear restless, and are seldom 
standing quietly, as cattle or horses often stand. 
To make a visit to the herd is not difficult, and any number of pho- 
tographs may be secured. 
The country over which they roam is near the Pend d’Oreille river. 
The soil is sandy, held from blowing by vegetation. There are numerous 
