Dennison Grant: a Novel of To-day by Robert J. C. Stead
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occasionally happens that after a snow-fall the Chinook wind will
partially melt the snow, and then a sudden drop in the temperature leaves the prairies and foothills covered with a thin coating of ice. It is this ice covering, rather than heavy snow-fall or severe weather, which is the principal menace to winter grazing, and the foresighted rancher aims to protect himself and his stock from such a contingency by having a good reserve of hay in stack. Here, then, was the valley in which Y.D. hoped to supplement the crop of his own hay lands. Linder's appreciative eye took in the scene: a scene of stupendous sizes and magnificent distances. As he slowly turned his vision down the valley a speck in the distance caught his sight and brought him to his feet. Shading his eyes from the bright afternoon sun he surveyed it long and carefully. There was no doubt about it: a haying outfit was already at work down the valley. Leaving his team to manage themselves Linder dropped from his wagon and joined Transley. "Some one has beat us to it," he remarked. "So I observed," said Transley. "Well, it's a big valley, and if they're satisfied to stay where they are there should be enough for both. If they're not--" "If they're not, what?" demanded Linder. "You heard what Y.D. said. He said, 'Cut it, spite o' hell an' high water,' and I always obey orders." They wound down the hillside until they came to the stream, the horses quickening their pace with the smell of water in their eager nostrils. |
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