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Updated: October 3, 2025
In those years the Stockman's Association of Montana was a powerful body. I was the delegate to it from the Little Missouri. The meetings that I attended were held in Miles City, at that time a typical cow town.
He stood the racket like a veteran. I'd be a happy man if I'd only been left a boy like your chum for my own." The ranchman spurred on ahead at this, and Frank made no effort to overtake him, for he felt sure he had seen tears glistening in the other's eyes, and could appreciate his feelings, for the stockman's only child, a boy, at that, lay with the mother in the ranch cemetery.
Thurston, with the quick eye of those who write, observed the whiteness of his ungloved hands, the coppery tan of cheeks and throat, the clear keenness of his eyes, and the four dimples in the crown of his soft, gray hat, and recognized him as a fine specimen of the Western type of farmer, returning home from the stockman's Mecca.
Neither Fred nor myself could prevent laughing at the fellow's coolness, and our mirth extended to Murden, who began to be aware that he was making a ridiculous exhibition of his temper, and tossed the stockman's whip to the owner, exclaiming,
'YUCKE*! Poor fellow, Oola! Wombo pulled her forward. A comely half-caste who, as a child, had been partially civilised by a stockman's wife on one of the Leura out-stations, but who had, later, gone back to her tribe and married a Myall, as the wild blacks are called.
In the morning came the Quiet Stockman's turn. "There's a little brown filly in the mob I'm just beginning on, cut out for the missus," he said, coming to the house on his way to the stockyard, and we went with him to see the bonnie creature. "She's the sort that'll learn anything," Jack said, his voice full of admiration.
He did not rejoin us until we reached the hut, where we found that he had regained his oxen, and was paying considerably more attention to the old stockman's daughter than to his own affairs. There was one thing which he deserved credit for, and it was accorded him with all our hearts.
"Patience, my friends," returned the officer, leading the way towards the stockman's hut. "I value your lives too much to think of asking you to undertake a jaunt of twelve or thirteen miles at noonday, when the sun is hottest." "But we are capable of the task," replied Fred, energetically. "I have no doubt of it, gentlemen; but if you can endure heat and privation, my men and horses cannot.
"Only somehow, it don't seem to fit into Billabong, Mr. Jim!" "So big as that! I say, Murty!" "Yerra, there's room enough for it," grinned the Irishman. "Only, motors and Billabong don't go hand in hand we've always stuck to horses, haven't we, Mr. Jim?" "We'll do that still," Jim said. "But it will be useful, all the same, Murty." He laughed at the stockman's lugubrious face.
Not knowing whether we should ever be fortunate enough to return and claim the few articles of property that belonged to us, Fred and myself paused for a moment to bid them farewell. Standing in the doorway of the stockman's hut, we saw the form of his injured daughter watching us on our tramp.
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