orral--and a bear-hound is a pretty agile animal. We had to tie
Jim, or he'd made an end of Geronimo. He left the ranch right after
that. The loss of his dog broke him all up.

We fed and watered Geronimo with a pitchfork, and in terror then, for
his slyness and cunning were on a par with his other pleasant
peculiarities. One of the poor devils he killed entered the stable all
unsuspecting. Geronimo had broken his chains, and stood close against
the wall of his stall in the darkness, waiting. The man came within
reach. Suddenly a black mass of flesh flashed in the air above him,
coming down with all four hoofs--and that's enough of that story.

A nice pet was Geronimo. An excellent decoration for a gentleman's
stable--stuffed.

Well, Oscar turned him out this morning, and then he, Steve, and I went
for hay. As it was toward the last of winter, all the near stacks had
been used up, and we had to haul from Kennedy's bottom, eight miles
away. When we started, the air was still and frozen, with a deep,
biting cold unusual to Dakota; the sort that searches you and steals
all the heat you own. We were numb by the time we reached the stack,
and glad enough to have warm work to do. We fell to it with a rush for
that reason, and because a dull grey blink upon the western skyline
seemed to promise a blizzard. We were tying down the last load, when I
heard the hum of wind coming, and looked up, expecting to see a wall of
flying snow, and continued looking, seeing nothing of the kind. There
I stood, in the air of an ice-house, when a gust of that wind struck
me. A miracle! In a snap of your fingers I was bathed in genial
warmth. All about me rode the scent of spring and flowers! It was as
if the doors of a giant conservatory were thrown open.

"Chinook, boys! Chinook!" I called, casting down my fork. They ran
from the lee of the stack, throwing their coats open, drinking it in
and laughing, for, man! we were weary of winter! First it came in
puffs, at length settling down to a steady breeze, as of the sea. The
sun, that in the early morning was no more than a pale effigy, poured
on us a heart-warming fire. We hustled for home, knowing that the
Chinook would make short work of the snow. In fact, we had not covered
more than half the distance before the prairie began to show brown here
and there, where it lay thin between mountainous drifts. We sang and
howled all the way to the sheds, feeling fine.

Her