On my first visit to the hotel I got acquainted with the landlord and he put me on his pay-roll.

Behind the hotel was a cow pen where the milk for the guests was drawn fresh from the cows.

The cows had to be driven to a pasture in the morning and back at night.

I got a dollar and a quarter a month for driving the cows.

And so I had found a paying job within thirty days after landing in America.
The cost of pasturage was a dollar a month for each cow.