Preparations for and a constant reference to the coming winter aroused a dread in Manly.  “You remind me of our darky cook,” said Sargent, “up on the Yellowstone a few years ago.  Half the trail outfit were detailed until frost, to avoid fever and to locate the cattle, and of course the cook had to stay.  A squall of snow caught us in camp, and that poor darky just pined away.  ‘Boss,’ he used to say to the foreman, shivering over the fire, ‘ah’s got to go home.  Ah’s subjec’ to de rheumatics.  Mah fambly’s a-gwine to be pow’ful uneasy ’bout me.  Dis-a-yere country am no place fo’ a po’ ol’ niggah.’”

Two teams were employed in freighting in the corn, four round trips being required, Joel and Manly assuming the work.  Supplies for the winter were brought in at the same time, among the first of which were four sacks of salt; and the curing of two barrels of corned beef fell a pleasant task to Dell and his partner.  There was nothing new in pickling the meat, and with the exception of felling the beeves, the incident passed as part of the day’s work.  Dell claimed the privilege of making the shots, which Sargent granted, but exercised sufficient caution to corral the beeves.  Both fell in their tracks, and the novice gained confidence in his skill in the use of a rifle.

The first of December was agreed on to begin the riding of lines.  That date found all the new cattle drifted above headquarters, and as it was some ten miles to the upper line-camp, an extremely liberal range was allowed the herd.  Eight of the best wintered horses were stabled, and at first the line was maintained on the south bank of the Beaver.  An outer line was agreed upon, five miles to the south; but until the season forced the cattle to the shelter of the valley, the inner one was kept under patrol.  The outer was a purely imaginary line, extending in an immense half-circle, from headquarters to the new line-camp above.  It followed the highest ground, and marked the utmost limit on the winter range on the south.  Any sign or trace of cattle crossing it, drifting before a storm or grazing at leisure, must be turned back or trailed down.

The first and second weeks passed, the weather continuing fine.  Many of the cattle ranged two and three miles north of the creek, not even coming in to water oftener than every other day.  Several times the horsemen circled to the north; but as ranging wide was an advantage, the cattle were never disturbed.  A light fall of soft snow even failed to bring the cattle into the valley.

Christmas week was ushered in with a display of animal instinct.  The through and wintered cattle had mixed and mingled, the latter fat and furred, forging to the front in ranging northward, and instinctively leading their brethren to shelter in advance of the first storm.  Between the morning and evening patrol of a perfect day, the herd, of its own accord, drifted into the valley, the leaders rioting in a wild frolic.  Their appearance hastened the patrol of the inner line by an hour, every nook and shelter, including the old corral, being filled with frolicsome cattle.  The calves were engaging each other in mimic fights, while the older cattle were scarring every exposed bank, or matting their foreheads in clay and soft dirt.