In this case the trail was through forest country where there was no "holding" ground, so they had to be pushed through.
Our herd increased and throve fairly well for a number of years till other "outfits" began to throw cattle into the country, and sheepmen began to dispute our right to certain grazing lands.

We did not quite realize it at the time, but it was the beginning of the end.

We had gone into a practically virgin country, controlled an immense area, and the stock throve accordingly.

But others were jealous of our success, threw in their cattle as already said, and their sheep, and ultimately we swamped one another.

The grass was eaten down, over-grazed, droughts came, prices broke, and so the end.