Herd after herd pressed still farther north, past Ellisville, going on wearily another thousand miles, to found the Ellisvilles of the upper range, to take the place of the buffalo driven from the ancient feeding grounds.

Scattered into hundreds and scores and tens, the local market of the Ellisville settlers took its share also of the cheap cattle from the South, and sent them out over the cheap lands.
It was indeed the beginning of things.

Fortune was there for any man.
The town became a loadstone for the restless population ever crowding out upon the uttermost frontier.

The men from the farther East dropped their waistcoats and their narrow hats at Ellisville.

All the world went under wide felt and bore a jingling spur.