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Updated: June 13, 2025
"Run on back, Dick," Ted said kindly. "I'm afraid that pony of yours isn't quick enough to get out of the way if these dogies should take it into their heads to act ugly." Dick never thought of rebelling when Ted spoke, for he knew that Ted was boss, and that he knew what was good for him. "All right, Ted," he said. "Would it be any harm if I took a ride away from the camp?"
In about half a minute he had discovered the great difference between bullying poor, miserable, defenceless dogies and trying to bully a healthy, fully developed, and pugnacious steer.
More than that, I never fed a pound of hay. Our name for calves that had lost their mothers, and therefore the nourishment obtained from milk, was "dogies." These dogies were ever afterwards unmistakable in appearance, and remained stunted, "runty" little animals of no value.
Thar's thet Ken Douglas o' yourn," watching slyly out of the corner of her eye the flushing face and compressing lips of her auditor "now 'tain't sca'cely six months since he was sky-hootin' around yeah, wishful o' killin' every blessed cowpuncha in this outfit; an' now they ain't ary one o' the pin-headed dogies that ain't a beggin' to be allowed to do his killin' fer him!
The herd was grazing to the west of the camp, and Ted rode out to it, and to where Bud was sitting quietly in his saddle watching it. There was an air of dejection about Bud, also. Indeed, every fellow in the outfit was secretly worrying and grieving for Stella. "Say, Ted," said Bud, as Ted rode up, "I think thar's somethin' wrong with ther dogies."
We fed them through, and as regularly as a watch you could hear Californy call out to his pardner 'tally! Alternately they would sing out this check on the even hundred head, slipping a knot on their tally string to keep the hundreds. It took a full half hour to put them through, and when the rear guard of crips and dogies passed this impromptu review, we all waited patiently for the verdict.
"Isn't it best to know the worst, and have it over?" "Well I don't know but what you're right, honey." "It's your say, Mr. Knowles," put in Gowan. "If you want the tenderfeet on your range, all right. If you don't, I'll engage to head back any bunch of engineers agoing, and I don't care whether they're dogies or longhorns." "There is to be no surveying party," explained Isobel. "Mr.
At daybreak each morning the cowboys scatter from the mess-wagon, riding up and down the draws and over the hills, driving in the cattle for branding and the "cutting out," or separating from the herd, of marketable beeves. These are known as "dogies," "sea-lions," and "longhorns." The size as well as the nickname depends upon the location of the range.
Well, the upshot of the whole matter was that Pink was put in charge of the herd, and a better foreman I never worked under. We reached the company's Yellowstone range early in the fall, counted over and bade our dogies good-by, and rode into headquarters.
Just about midnight a bunch of range cattle ran into us, and before you could say Jack Robinson, our dogies had vamoosed the ranch and were running in half a dozen different directions. We rounded them up the best we could in the dark, and then I took a couple of men and came back down the trail about twenty miles to catch any drift when day dawned.
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