When my fence was first erected it was a common thing to find antelope hung up in it, tangled in it, and cut to pieces.

Once we found a mustang horse with its head practically cut completely off.

The poor brutes had a hard experience in learning the nature of this strange, almost invisible, death-trap stretched across what was before their own free, open and boundless territory.

And what frightful wounds some of the ponies would occasionally suffer by perhaps trying to jump over such a fence or even force their way through it; ponies from the far south, equally ignorant with the antelope of the dangers of the innocent-looking slender wire.
In another way these fences were sometimes the cause of loss of beast life, as for instance when some of my cattle drifted against the fence during a thunder and rain storm and a dozen of them were killed by one stroke of lightning.
Into this preserve my cattle-breeding stock were put: very few in number to begin with, yet as many as my means afforded.

My Company job and salary would soon be a thing of the past and my future must depend entirely on the success of this undertaking.