I saw so many dead steers on my last ride up the mountain.

It's too bad our new man didn't get here sooner to save them.
I asked him how he did it, and he said he was a doctor." "A cow-doctor," laughed Mrs.Andrews.

"Wal, that's a new one on me.
Accordin' to Tom, this here Wade, when he seen our sick cow, said she'd eat poison-weed--larkspur, I think he called it--an' then when she drank water it formed a gas in her stomach an' she swelled up turrible.

Wade jest stuck his knife in her side a little an' let the gas out, and she got well." "Ughh!...

What cruel doctoring! But if it saves the cattle, then it's good." "It'll save them if they can be got to right off," replied Mrs.Andrews.
"Speaking of doctors," went on Columbine, striving to make her query casual, "do you know whether or not Wilson Moore had his foot treated by a doctor at Kremmling ?" "He did not," answered Mrs.Andrews.