[W. C. Haley]
“I remember on one of our trips we had to ride all night long. We were trying our dead level best to get the herd quieted. We never knew, but it was perhaps some small animal that frightened them. We rode like thunder and tried to get in the lead of them. We did manage to keep them together, and finally got them to milling. Then they stopped and began lying down. I can tell you we was all plenty tired next day.
“The boys I worked with were usually full of fun and liked nothing better than a good joke. I remember once during a big spring round-up we were camped near Cedar Mountain and at that time there was quite a bit of wild stuff-animals I mean- in them parts. Some of the boys had roped a wild-cat and brought him into camp that day. That night after supper we was all grouped around the fire, smoking and discussing our day's work. The wildcat was tied with a rope and was lying on the ground nearby. John Hasey, our cook, was sitting with his back to the fire and directly in front of the big kitten. Dick Castlebury, who was always up to some trick, heated an iron in the fire and told us he was going to have some fun. When the iron was hot he applied it to what he thought was a sleeping cat, expecting him to lunge toward the cook; but instead, he jumped high into the air with an awful squall and jumped back for Dick. He nearly tore his