Even old John Sprague raised some hay, beets, turnips.
Jorth's cattle and horses fared ill during the winter.

Ellen remembered how they used to clean up four-inch oak saplings and aspens.
Many of them died in the snow.

The flocks of sheep, however, were driven down into the Basin in the fall, and across the Reno Pass to Phoenix and Maricopa.
Ellen could not discover a fence post on the ranch, nor a piece of salt for the horses and cattle, nor a wagon, nor any sign of a sheep-shearing outfit.

She had never seen any sheep sheared.

Ellen could never keep track of the many and different horses running loose and hobbled round the ranch.