Manuscripts/Mixed Material [Mrs. Mary Leakey Miles]
He could throw things up and hit them before they could come down. He was a fine rifle shot too. He was always out on the range and once he caught a buffalo calf and brought it in alive. He caught it at the head of the canyon about 16 miles above our place. It didn't live very long; he thought he must have injured it someway when he caught it.
“I can't say which of my three brothers was the best roper, but we had a man working for us by the name of Bill [Wall?] that was the best roper on the range or in the pens I believe I ever saw. I have seen him rope many a wild cow. (We are writing experience from Uncle Bill Wall at present).
“I have had a few run-ins with bad cattle myself. There was a range bull one time that was pretty bad. We sure had to keep on the watch for him. I've seen some real bull fights in my day. They'd gore each other till their entrails fell out. About the worst bull fight I ever saw was between a black and white spotted one, and the other was a red one. We heard 'em coming. They were bellerin' a long ways off and when they run together, they ment business. They fought till one of 'em killed the other one. He ripped him open and his entrails fell out. They had awful keen horns and when they were mad, they'd gore nearly anything that crossed their path.
“We had mostly rail fences around our place. (Most of the rail fences in this section are cedar poles.) We had one piece of rock fence. We had to work then. We carried water, washed clothes, made soap, milked lots of cows and cooked for big outfits all the time. Anytime a person stopped and hadn't had anything to eat, it had to be got for him.
“That was a wild and unsettled country in those days. The thick cedar brakes and dense timber was a fine hide-out for men and wild animals too. Oh I've heard panthers scream across those canyons, my goodness!