"Jackson"s idee was to git the hosses ahead of the steers an" let "em follow. You know hosses swim anywheres, an" the cattle will allers foller "em. So he puts three men in a little boat, two to row an" one to lead a hoss knowin" the balance would foller him right across.
"The hoss-wrangler hed the "cavvy" all ready, an" jist as the leaders of the herd come down to the water"s edge the boys in the boat pulled out, a-leadin" a hoss, an" the other hosses follered right in an" was soon a-swimmin". Then when they was all strung out an" doin" fine, we crowded the steers into the water after "em. They was all powerful dry an" took to the water easy "nuff, an" afore the leaders knowed it they was a-swimmin" in fine shape. Jackson wouldn"t let us holler or shoot till we got "em all inter the water, an" then we jerked our six-shooters an"
began to fog "em an" yell like a bunch of Comanches.
"You all know thar"s one thing to be afeered of in swimmin" a lot of cattle, and that"s when they gets to millin". Jackson had swum cattle across the Pecos in Texas, an" the Yellowstone in Montana, an" saveyed "xactly what to do. But this here Colorado at Lee"s Ferry is a bad place to tackle, fer you"re bound to get out on the other side afore you get into the box canon, or your name"s Dennis, "cause once a feller gits into the canon he"s got to go on clean down about a hundred miles afore he can strike a level place big enuff to crawl out on.
"Soon as the cattle got well strung out, Jackson began to undress hisself. He took off all his clothes but his pants, an" then buckled his six-shooter belt around him, an" pulled the saddle off"n his hoss.
"I says, "Bill, you ain"t a-goin" to try to swim it, are you?" an" he says, "No, not "less I have to; but if they gets to millin" out thar we"ll lose the whole herd, an" the only way to break it up is to ride out an" shoot among "em an" skeer "em." He knowed it were risky, for if anything went wrong he was sh.o.r.e to be carried into the canon an"
drowned. But Bill Jackson wa"n"t the sort of a wagon-boss to stop at anything to save the herd, an" sure "nuff, "bout the time the leaders got fairly into the middle of the river, "long comes a big cottonwood tree a-driftin" an" whirlin" down stream right into "em. That skeert "em an" turned "em, an" "fore we knowed it they was doubled back on the balance an" swimmin" round an" round, for all the world like driftwood in a big eddy in a creek. This was what Jackson was afeerd of, an" he pushed his hoss into the river an" takes his six-shooter in his hand. He was ridin" a little Pinto pony they called "Blue Jay," one of the best all-around cow-ponies I ever see.
"Old Blue Jay he jist seemed to savey what was wanted of him, an" swam "long without any fuss. When Jackson gits out close to the millin"
steers he begin to holler an" shoot, an" he called to the fellers in the boat to come back an" try to stop "em. Now, you all know what a risky thing it is to go near a steer a-swimmin" in the water, for he"s sure to try to climb up on you. Jackson knowed this, but he swam Blue Jay right slap-dab inter the bunch an" tried to scatter "em an" stop "em from millin".
"Just how it happened we couldn"t tell; but first thing we seen Jackson was right in the middle of the millin" critters, an" in a minute they had crowded pore old Blue Jay under, an" all we seen of Jackson was his hands went up an" then he was lost in the whirlin" ma.s.s of horns that was goin" round and round. A man had no chance at all to swim, "cause their hoofs kep" him under all the time, an" they was packed so close a feller couldn"t come up between "em, anyway. The boys in the boat tried to do something, but "twan"t no use, fer he never come up, an" when they got too close one big steer throwed his head over the side of the boat an" purty nigh upset "em, so they had to keep away to save theirselves.
But they kep" up a-shootin" an" a-hollerin" "till the leaders finally struck out for sh.o.r.e, an" in a few minutes the whole herd was strung out for the opposite side an" sooner than I kin tell it they was all standin" on dry land, an" not a single one missin".
"Meantime the boys in the boat had watched everywhere for pore Jackson"s body, but they never got sight of it, though they went "most down to the mouth of the box canon. Thar was lots of big trees an" drift a-runnin", an" we guessed his body had been caught in the branches of a tree an"
carried down with it. Pore old Blue Jay come floating past "em, an" they tried to catch him, but the current was so swift they couldn"t do it.
All they wanted was to get Jackson"s silver-mounted bridle off"n him, "cause "twas easy "nuff to see that the pony was quite dead.
"Well, the rest of us crossed in the big ferry-boat an" rounded up the steers, which was grazin" up the canon on the other side, an" moved "em out a couple of miles to camp. Shorty, bein" the oldest hand in the outfit, took charge, an" sent two of us back to the ferry, to try an"
see ef Jackson"s body could be found, but the feller what runs the ferry said "tain"t no use lookin" fer him, "cause the swift current would carry him miles and miles down the canon without ever lodgin" anywhere.
So we went back, an" Shorty gave it up an" decided to push the herd on next day. We was a blue ole crowd that night around the campfire, I tell you. All the boys liked Jackson, an" besides, they was a-thinkin" of his wife an" two kids what was a-waitin" for him at the headquarter ranch up in Utah.
"Shorty sent a letter from the ferry settlement to the old man, a-tellin" him what had happened, an" we come along up with the cattle, arrivin" safely at the ranch without any more misfortunes."
"An" didn"t they never find Jackson"s body, Colly?" queried the Kid.
"Wal," said Colly, "that"s a singular thing, too. When we gets back to the ranch the old man he was orful cut up about it, an" hated to think that the body wasn"t found. He"d been down in the Grand Canon the summer afore with a lot of fellers, an" he said he believed he could find it "bout a hundred miles below the ferry, "cause thar were a place down thar in the canon whar the walls widened out fer some twenty miles, an"
thar was quite a valley with gra.s.sy meadows an" trees. So he takes one of the boys an" a pack outfit an" goes off down thar. They had to leave everything on top of the canon an" climb down a-foot an" pack their stuff on their backs. The walls was six thousand feet high thar, an"
they had a hard time gettin" down. Course, it was jist a scratch, but I"m blest if after four or five days" hunt they didn"t find it lodged in a pile of drift along the river. "Twas easy "enuff to tell Jackson"s body, fer he"d had two fingers of his left hand shot off in a fight once; so they takes it off to a place in the valley whar it was safe from flood, an" buries it as well as they could, an" next year, he went back an" packed the remains out of the canon an" took them clean to the ranch an" buried "em jist as if it was his own brother. I tell you, the boys was ready to swear by old man Saunders after that."
Colorado"s story was finished, and as it was about ten-thirty the second guard-men began putting on overcoats and heavy gloves preparatory to two hours and a half of watching the herd.
The stars were shining clear and bright, the bells of the horse-herd came softly over the prairie, making a tuneful chime on the frosty night air, and as I untied the rope that bound my roll of bedding and kicked it out on the ground, I could not keep from thinking of poor Jackson"s death and wondering if the morrow held a like fate in store for any of us.
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THE TENDERFOOT FROM YALE
By permission _American Forestry Magazine_.
"The trouble with this here forest service business nowadays is, that they"re sendin" out, from the effete and luxurious East, a lot of half-baked kids, what never seen a mountain in all their lives, don"t know whether beans is picked from trees or made in a factory at Battle Creek, an" generally ain"t got savvy enough to find their way home after dark.
"Now here"s this kid we"ve drawed in the last deal; nice enough boy, I reckon, but who"s goin" to play nursey to him up in these here hills?"
The speaker glared at his companion as if defying him to meet his charges against the newcomer and his kind.
"But he"s got eddication, Jack," replied his listener, "an" that"s what counts in these days. We got into the service in them good old days when it was a case of ability to ride a pitchin" bronc, rope a maverick, chase sheep herders off the earth, shoot the eyes out of a wildcat at forty yards an" all them things. Nowadays they picks "em out by their brand of learnin" an" not by their high-heeled boots."
"Howsomever," he continued, "there"s some of them that makes good in spite of their eddicational handicap. Over on the Sierra last fall we was all a-settin" in camp one Sunday afternoon when the phone rings like they was trying to wake the dead with it. The old man gits up to answer it. When he says, sort of startled-like, "Fire, where?" we all p.r.i.c.ks up our ears. "Twas a mighty dry time an" every one was a-prayin" for rain, for we"d been fightin" fire for the last month and was all in.
"We had a fire lookout station up on top of a high peak an" a man, with the best gla.s.ses money could buy, a-sittin" there who could see all over the range for fifty miles.
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"Say, people got so they was afraid to make a campfire anywheres in them hills, an" the rangers swore they had to go behind a tree to light their pipes, lest he"d see the smoke an" send in a fire call.
""Shut-eye," said the old man, meaning the lookout, "Shut-eye says there"s a big smoke a-comin" out of the canon below Gold Gulch to the left of Greyback Peak, an" I reckon we"d better be a-movin" that way."
"It didn"t take us long to saddle up, slap a pack onto a couple of mules, an" hit the trail. "Twas a good ten-mile over a rough country, an" it was mighty nigh dark afore we gets to where we could see smoke a-boiling out of the canon over a ridge ahead of us.
"We was all old-timers at the work, "ceptin" a young feller fresh from the Yale Forestry School, what had come out for a sort of post-graduate course in forestry, an" some of them boys was seein" to it he got it all right.
"He had all the fixin"s them fellers bring along with them, fancy ridin"
panties, a muley saddle, a wind bed an" a automatic six-pistol, one of them things what, after she once gits to shootin", you jist got to throw her into the creek to stop her goin".
""Bout two miles from the ridge where we reckoned we"d git our first view of the fire we meets up with Hank Strong an" his wife. You know, Hank"s woman is just about as crazy to go to a fire as a boy to the circus, an" she always comes in mighty handy to start a camp, take care of the boys" horses an" the packs while we"re a-workin".
"Generally she"d make up a big pot of coffee and fetch it out to the line. Once she comes a-ridin" along carryin" a pot full an" a bear skeered her hoss--but that"s nothin" to do with this yarn.
"Hank says that there"s also a big smoke comin" up from the vicinity of Granite Basin, an" the old man he says some one better go over there an"
see what"s goin" on. Thar"s a chap named Brown a-livin" in the Basin, an" the Super, he"s afraid, mebbe so he"d get caught in the fire an" be singed some, the Basin bein" in the allfiredest lot of chapparal brush you ever see.
"This feller Brown, he"s a sort of pet of them boys over that a-way, him bein" a lunger an" not able to do much but draw funny pictures for the Sunday supplements. Seems he broke down back East an" comes West to try an" git over it.
"There he sets a-drawin" pictures for them funny papers an" sendin" "em in regular, while he ses he"s jist a-walkin" around to beat the undertaker.
"n.o.body else is a-livin" in the basin, there bein" nothin" but a little old cabin, what a bee-man put up once, an" a few hives of bees Brown bought along with the cabin. "Them bees is jist to teach me habits of industry," ses Brown, when some of the boys asked him if he calculated to git rich on the output of them hives.
"The old man he reckons he can"t spare any of us old hands to go over there, an" so he says to the young tenderfoot: "Son," he says, "do you reckon you can make it over there in the dark and find out what"s doin"
in Granite Basin an" come back an" let us know?"
"The boy he ses he reckoned he could, only he didn"t know the trail all the way. Then Hank"s wife she speaks up an" says she can go along as far as the top of the mountain, an" show him the trail down into the basin.
"It sort of hacked the kid to have a woman show him the trail, but the old man said it were the very idee, an" so she an" the boy struck off, leavin" us to take care of the fire ahead.
"There wa"n"t but one way into the basin an" that was down a graded trail about two miles long from top to bottom that the bee man had made to git in and out on.
"The lower part of this basin was one great ma.s.s of brush, an" as thick as the hair on a dog"s back, so you couldn"t git through it only where the brush had been cut out.