Delivery day dawned with a heavy fog hanging over the valley of the Yellowstone.The frosts had ceased, and several showers had fallen during the night, one of which brought our beeves to their feet, but they gave no serious trouble and resumed their beds within an hour.There was an autumn feeling in the atmosphere, and when the sun arose, dispelling the mists, a glorious September day was ushered in.The foliage of the timber which skirted either river was coloring from recent frosts, while in numerous places the fallen leaves of the cottonwood were littering the ground.Enough rain had fallen to settle the dust, and the signal of the approaching herds, seen the evening before, was no longer visible.
The delay in their appearance, however, was only temporary.Irode down to Sponsilier's camp early that morning and reported the observations of my wrangler at sundown.No one at the lower wagon tad noticed the dust-clouds, and some one suggested that it might be a freight outfit returning unloaded, when one of the men on herd was seen signaling the camp's notice.The attention of the day-herders, several miles distant, was centered on some object up the river; and mounting our horses, we rode for the nearest elevation, from which two herds were to be seen on the opposite side, traveling in trail formation.There was no doubting their identity; and wondering what the day would bring forth, we rode for a better point of observation, when from behind a timbered bend of the river the lead of the last herd appeared.At last the Yellowstone Valley held over twenty thousand beef cattle, in plain sight of each other, both factions equally determined on making the delivery on an award that required only half that number.Dismounting, we kept the herds in view for over an hour, or until the last one had crossed the river above O'Brien's road-house, the lead one having disappeared out of sight over on the main Missouri.
This was the situation on the morning of September 15.As we returned to Sponsilier's wagon, all the idle men about the camp joined our cavalcade, and we rode down and paid Forrest's outfit a social visit.The latter were all absent, except the cook, but shortly returned from down the river and reported the opposition herds to be crossing the Missouri, evidently going to camp at Alkali Lake.
"Well, I've been present at a good many deliveries," said Quince Forrest, as he reined in his horse, "but this one is in a class by itself.We always aimed to get within five or ten miles of a post or agency, but our friends made a worthy effort to get on the parade-ground.They did the next best thing and occupied the grazing where the cavalry horses have been herded all summer.Oh, their cattle will be hog-fat in a few days.Possibly they expect to show their cattle in town, and not trouble the quartermaster and comandante to even saddle up--they're the very kind of people who wouldn't give anybody trouble if they could help it.It wouldn't make so much difference about those old frontier officers or a common cowman, but if one of those young lieutenants was to get his feet wet, the chances are that those Washington City contractors would fret and worry for weeks.Of course, any little inconvenience that any one incurred on their account, they'd gladly come all the way back from Europe to make it right--I don't think."While we were discussing the situation, Bob Quirk arrived at camp.He reported that Lovell, relying on the superiority of our beeves, had waived his right to deliver on the hour of high noon, and an inspection of the other cattle would be made that evening.
The waiver was made at the request of the leading officers of Fort Buford, all very friendly to the best interests of the service and coiisequently ours, and the object was to silence all subsequent controversy.My brother admitted that some outside pressure had been brought to bear during the night, very antagonistic to the post commander, who was now more determined than ever to accept none but the best for their next year's meat supply.A well-known congressman, of unsavory reputation as a lobbyist in aiding and securing government contracts for his friends, was the latest addition to the legal forces of the opposition.lie constantly mentioned his acquaintances in the War Department and maintained an air of assurance which was very disconcerting.The younger officers in the post were abashed at the effrontery of the contractors and their legal representatives, and had even gone so far as to express doubts as to the stability of their positions in case the decision favored Lovell's cattle.Opinion was current that a possible shake-up might occur at Buford after the receipt of its beef supply, and the more timorous ones were anxious to get into the right wagon, instead of being relegated to some obscure outpost.
It was now evident that the decisive issue was to occur over the delivery of the contending herds.Numerous possibilities arose in my imagination, and the various foremen advanced their views.Ageneral belief that old man Don would fight to the last was prevalent, and amidst the discussions pro and con, I remarked that Lovell could take a final refuge behind the indemnity in hand.
"Indemnity, hell!" said Bob Quirk, giving me a withering look;"what is sixty-five thousand dollars on ten thousand beeves, within an hour of delivery and at thirty-seven and a half a head?
You all know that the old man has strained his credit on this summer's drive, and he's got to have the money when he goes home.
A fifteen or twenty per cent indemnity does him no good.The Indian herds have paid out well, but if this delivery falls down, it will leave him holding the sack.On the other hand, if it goes through, he will be, financially, an independent man for life.
