hing on a grand scale, and the "Eaton Ranch" began to be famous
from coast to coast even before they moved to Wolf, Wyoming, in the
foothills of the Big Horn Mountains. Mrs. Cummins drifted away with
her family, carrying, no doubt, her discontent with her. Lloyd Roberts
disappeared, as though the earth had swallowed him, murdered, it was
supposed, in Cheyenne, after he had loaned Bill Williams seven hundred
dollars. Mrs. Roberts was not daunted. She kept the little ranch on
Sloping Bottom and fed and clothed and educated her five daughters by
her own unaided efforts. The Vines, father and son, drifted eastward.
Packard and Dantz took to editing newspapers, Packard in Montana,
Dantz in Pennsylvania. Edgar Haupt became a preacher, and Herman Haupt
a physician. Fisher grew prosperous in the State of Washington;
Maunders throve mightily in Dickinson; Wilmot Dow died young; Bill
Sewall resumed his life in Maine as a backwoodsman and guide; Foley
remained custodian of the deserted de Mores property at Medora;
"Redhead" Finnegan was hanged.

Poor "Dutch" Van Zander drank up his last remittance. "There," he
cried, "I have blown in a hundred and twenty thousand dollars, but
I've given the boys a whale of a good time!" He gave up drinking
thereafter and went to work for the "Three Seven" outfit as an
ordinary cowhand. He became a good worker, but when the call of gold
in Alaska sounded, he responded and was seen no more in his old
haunts. A few years later he appeared again for a day, saying that he
was on his way to his old home in Holland. A month or two later news
filtered into Medora that the brilliant and most lovable Dutch
patrician's son had been found, dead by his own hand, in a cemetery in
Amsterdam, lying across his mother's grave.

Twice Roosevelt's path crossed Joe Morrill's, and each time there was
conflict. Morrill opened a butcher-shop in a town not far from Medora,
and it devolved on Roosevelt, as chairman of the Stockmen's
Association, to inform him that, unless he changed his manner of
acquiring the beef he sold, he would promptly go to jail. The shifty
swashbuckler closed his shop, and not long after, Roosevelt, who was
at the time serving on the Civil Service Commission in Washington,
heard that Morrill was endeavoring to have himself made marshal of
one of the Northwestern States. The "reference" Roosevelt gave him on
that occasion was effective. Morrill was not appointed; and what
happened to him thereafte