Existing comment:
"One year there was a drought, the cattle became so poor that many died on the range and many others that reached the watering troughs laid down after drinking never to rise again. In the week or so that they lived some of them would hitch along several rods in their efforts to get on their feet but were too weak. I suffered a lot having to witness this and often gathered armsful of alfalfa but hey would neither eat from my hand nor from the pile I laid in front of them; neither would they drink from the bucket of water I held to their mouths. They remained mute where they were until they died."
-- Emma Seegmiller, third wife of Daniel Sergmiller, much superintendent at Pipe Spring -- 1890s |