I had not Jones's incentive, but I felt enthusiasm born of the wild and beautiful picture, and added my yell to his.

The huge, burly leader of the herd lifted his head, and after regarding us for a few moments calmly went on browsing.
The desert had fringed away into a grand rolling pastureland, walled in by the red cliffs, the slopes of Buckskin, and further isolated by the Canyon.

Here was a range of twenty-four hundred square miles without a foot of barb-wire, a pasture fenced in by natural forces, with the splendid feature that the buffalo could browse on the plain in winter, and go up into the cool foothills of Buckskin in summer.
From another ridge we saw a cabin dotting the rolling plain, and in half an hour we reached it.

As we climbed down from the wagon a brown and black dog came dashing out of the cabin, and promptly jumped at Moze.

His selection showed poor discrimination, for Moze whipped him before I could separate them.