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spring. As we

spring. As we neared the dead cattle, splann called my attention to the attitude of the animals when death relieved them, the heads of fully two thirds being thrown back on their sides. Many, when stricken, were unable to reach the bank, and died in the bed of the stream. Making a complete circle of the ghastly scene, we returned to our own, agreeing that between five and six hundred cattle had met their fate in those deathdealing pools. We were not yet out of the woods. On our return, many of the cattle were lying down, while in the west thunderclouds were appearing. The north fork of the canadian lay on our left, which was now our only hope for