No difficulty then in rounding up; even antelope and deer would mix with them.

When off on a fishing and hunting trip it was my custom to set fire to a dead tree trunk, in the smoke of which my horses would stand for hours at a time, even scorching their fetlocks.
In these mountains, too, was a place generally called the "Boneyard," its history being that some cattleman, stranger to the country, turned his herd loose there and tried to hold them during the winter.

A heavy snowfall of several feet snowed the cattle in so that they could not be got out or anything be done with them.

The whole herd was lost and next spring nothing but a field of bones was visible.
At another time and place a lot of antelope were caught in deep snow and frozen to death.

A more remarkable case was that of a bunch of horses which became snowed in, the snow being so deep they could not break a way out.