The cattle were several miles distant, and seemed to be brown, undulating hummocks of dirt, kept in constant motion by some force beneath.

On the outer fringe they were more scattered, but were constantly moving, as if the pasturage was so excellent that they were continually tempted to give up that which was good for that which looked better.
"Are they left wholly to themselves ?" asked Fred, as the youths came back to where the guide was saddling his pony.
"No.

There are always two or three men looking after them.

I seed Bart Coinjock, one of our own cowboys, 'tending our animals, and he told me to take my ch'ice from the lot.

You mustn't forgit that we're purty close to the Wind River Injin Reservation, where the Government has several tribes under charge." This was news to the boys.