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herd greeted our

herd greeted our view, compelling us to veer to the right and intersect the trail sooner than we intended. Keeping a clear halfmile between us, we passed them within an hour and exchanged the compliments of the trail. They proved to be laurel leaf and running w cattle, the very ones for which the international railway agent at the meeting in february had so boastfully shown my employer the application for cars. The foreman was cursing like a stranded pirate over the predicament in which he found himself. He had left santo gertrudo ranch over a month before with a herd of three thousand straight twoyearold steers. But in the shipment of some thirtythree thousand cattle from the two