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warm in the wind and storm. O. D. Shirley followed with his four- 
horse team and top-heavy sled, which tipped over twice on the road. 
This sled was loaded with supplies of all kinds, including a small heat- 
ing stove for use in the cabin at the pasture. Harry Nottingham and 
Ted Trimble were passengers, hidden under the canvas that covered 
the rack. The third sled was that of Harry W. Hough, and John E. 
Patterson rode with him to drive dull care away by telling stories in 
an unbroken string from the start to the finish, stopping only for 
meals. 
Bill Cottingham had the fourth sleigh, with a large wood rack for 
a crate. Bill perched on the high side when the road was sidling and 
kept up an argument with Baldy, an old horse that had trouble holding 
his own. 
The stop for noon feed was made at D. W. Warnock’s, the men 
having a lunch of hot ‘‘wienies,’’ coffee and buns. After leaving this 
place the roads were found much better, as they were free from new 
snow. So the teams jogged along steadily, going up Dorrance Gulch, 
down Butte Creek to Chesnimnus and then up to the D. & M. ranch, the 
night’s stopping place. All the men swore they did not sleep well, even 
after Patterson told his last story and the bunkhouse quieted down, for 
there seemed to have been some famous snorers in the lot. 
Wednesday morning the real work began, after the sleds had left 
the creek and climbed into the timber, on the 10-mile stretch of road to 
the pasture. Sheep had broken a path through the snow to the feeding 
place on top of the first hill, and from there on William Stanton had 
broken a kind of a path the day before, going through with two horses 
hitched tandem to a ‘‘go-devil’’ or snow boat. 
But this did little more than mark the road as the teams drew 
nearer to the pasture. The horses wallowed and struggled, steaming and 
puffing, and stopping often to rest, and the teams taking turns at the 

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lead. The day was chill and damp and the sleds were covered with 
snow shaken from the overhanging boughs, or new fallen from the 
sky. To make his sled more comfortable, Harry Nottingham set up 
the heating stove and had just started a fire in it when the sleigh 
turned over on its side. The stove was kicked out into the snow, and 
the passengers followed it, and proceeded to dig and shake out their 
possessions. It was the work of only a few minutes to right the sled, 
and in a few minutes more Harry had a roaring fire in the stove and was 
