Dave always knew things. Sid liked to hear him
talk. All this country was new to Sid.
"Does your bread always rise?" he asked.
"If it don't I give it to the chickens," said Dave, putting in some
more soda. "Tried yeast-cakes, but I couldn't make them work."
"Is fox-tail grass much bother to folks?" questioned Sid, seeing Rix
from the door.
"Awful!" said Dave. "Gets in the hogs' eyes, and the sheep's too.
Sheep-men try to burn the fox-tail off the pasture land, and the fire
runs into the farmers' grain, lots of times. That's what makes farmers
hate sheep-men so. Folks down 'n the valley round up the hogs every
June to pick fox-tail out of their eyes. If they didn't, half the
hogs'd go blind."
"Round up?" questioned Sid.
"Drive 'em together," explained Dave. "You'll see a round-up of my
cattle 'fore long. Got to go out and hunt the hills for 'em, and drive
'em away down to the railroad. The other men are going to do it on
their ranches too. Takes about a day for us little cattle-men to round
up, and then about two days more to drive them down to the railroad.
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