An' Cairns, who rode a fine hoss, he did some ridin'.

I never seen equaled, en' would hev beat the steers if there'd been any room to run in.

I was high up an' could see how the steers kept spillin' by twos an' threes over into the wash.

Cairns put his hoss to a place thet was too wide fer any hoss, an' broke his neck an' the hoss's too.

We found that out after, an' as fer Vail an' Willis--two thousand steers ran over the poor boys.