Howard Draw once, and we had the worst stampede I ever saw. It was about the third night out. We had camped for the night in an eight-section pasture, and only placed one man to guard them at the time. It happened to be my shift when they stampeded.
“It was about dark and we had bedded them down on a rocky sort of hillside. Most of the boys had ridden over to a nearby ranch house to visit awhile. My horse stubbed his toe, snorted, and made quite a bit of noise, and everything being so quiet, it disturbed them, and they began to stir. I tried to quiet them, but the leaders suddenly made a break, and the whole herd left out like a streak of lightning. We were fortunate though- I had often heard old cowmen say that if you could get a herd to circling on rocky ground they'd not try to break out of the circle- that they were on rocky ground. We got them started to milling, and about midnight their feet got tender, and they began to slow down. We were plenty tired but mighty glad we'd been able to hold them together.