The only work my men did that winter was to keep the fences up and in good shape, and whenever they saw stray cattle in my pasture to turn them out at once, fearing the danger of bad example.

Next winter, the loco being still very bad, the same tactics were adopted and only one solitary yearling of mine was affected.

So ended the worst loco visitation probably ever experienced in the West; not perhaps that the plant was more abundant than at some other periods, though I think it was, but for some unknown reason the cattle ate it more freely.
The temperature on these plains sometimes went so low as 20 deg.

below zero, with wind blowing.

There was no natural shelter, literally nothing as big as your hat in the pasture, and several men advised the building of sheds, wind-breaks, etc.