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compared to a

compared to a winter drift of buffalo, ten years previous. Riding down the farther slope, we reached our camp in time for a late breakfast, the fifteenmile ride having whetted our appetites. Three men were on herd, and sending two more with instructions to water the cattle an hour before noon, tussler and i sought the shade of the wagon and fell asleep. It was some time after midday when, on sighting the expected conveyance approaching our camp, the cook aroused us. Performing a rather hasty ablution, i met the vehicle, freshened, and with my wits on tap. I nearly dragged the detective from the livery rig, addressing him as charley, and we made a rough ado over each other. Several of the