For weeks, as I remarks, that tempest throws itse'f loose, an' night an' day, what cattle keeps their feet an' lives, comes driftin' on.
"Nacherally the boys comes with 'em.

Their winter sign-camps breaks up an' the riders turns south with the cattle.

No, they can't do nothin'; you-all couldn't turn 'em or hold 'em or drive 'em back while the storm lasts.

But it's the dooty of the punchers to keep abreast of their brands an' be thar the moment the blizzard abates.
"It's shore a spectacle! For a wild an' tossin' front of five hundred miles, from west to east, the storm-beat herds comes driftin'.

An' ridin' an' sw'arin' an' plungin' about comes with 'em the boys on their broncos.