Chas. E. Broaddus was born 80 years ago in a ranch house at the mouth of Buttermilk Creek about 25 miles west of what is now Broadus, Mont. He was the oldest son of Oscar and Rody Broaddus; he grew up on Big Powder River and went to country school, what there was. He worked on large ranches as a cowboy; later on he had a ranch of his own. He was a World War I veteran and he was stationed at Camp Demming, N. Mex.
At one time he worked as a cowboy for his uncle, Frank Leintner. He was in the bunkhouse one evening when there came a downpour of rain. The bunkhouse was near Buttermilk Creek. All at once there came a maybe 20-foot wall of water down the creek, hit the bunkhouse, lifted it right up and started it floating down the creek. Chas was inside along with Buy Seeley. They managed to crawl or get out the window, get on top of the bunkhouse as it went floating down the creek. They tried to stay near one another until the bunkhouse hit a big cottonwood tree and went all to pieces. There they were in 30 or 40 feet of muddy water fighting to save their lives, going under many times, coming up. Finally they came near a big cottonwood tree. Chas. swam up to that big cottonwood tree, climbed up in it, reached down for his friend and helped get him up in the tree. They stayed in the tree the rest of the night. The next morning the water had gone down some so they swam to shore and walked back to the ranch. Uncle and Aunt Frank Leintner thought sure they were drowned.
In 1932 I went to Springfield, Ore. and have lived here ever since. I was employed in the plywood factory here for 20 years.
Many people called Chas Broaddus, Ernest, instead of his proper name, now you will know who Horace is writing about.