Those days were brief, and they are long since gone.

The American cowboy atoned for them by a quarter of a century of faithful labor.
The amusements of the cowboy were like the features of his daily surroundings and occupation--they were intense, large, Homeric.

Yet, judged at his work, no higher type of employee ever existed, nor one more dependable.

He was the soul of honor in all the ways of his calling.

The very blue of the sky, bending evenly over all men alike, seemed to symbolize his instinct for justice.