In New Mexico I had a cowboy working for me who was a perfect marvel, a "born" marksman such as now and then appears in the West.

With a carbine he could keep a tin can rolling along the ground by hitting, never the can, but just immediately behind and under it with the greatest accuracy.

If one tossed nickel pieces (size of a shilling) in succession in front of him he would hit almost without fail every one of them with his carbine--a bullet not shot! He left me to give exhibition shooting at the Chicago Exposition.
On my ranch, at Running Water Draw, was unearthed during damming operations, a vast quantity of bones of prehistoric age; which calls for the remark that not only the horse but also the camel was at one time indigenous to North America.
Nothing has been said yet about hail or lightning storms.

Some of the latter were indescribably grand, when at night the whole firmament would be absolutely ablaze with flashes, sheets and waves so continuous as to be without interval.

Once when lying on my bed on the open prairie such a storm came on.