From 'Fanning the Embers', published 1971, Range Rider Reps, Miles City, Montana
My earliest memories go back to about 1904. My mother passed away when I was about two years old. Dad raised the seven of us children on the home ranch on Pumpkin Creek. I attended school in the little log school at the mouth of Pumpkin Creek. By the time I finished grade school, my sisters and brothers were all married, so Dad and I hatched about a year, this ended the roadranch business. Dad sold the ranch in 1917 but had to take it back in 1919. During these years, I worked for ranchers in the neighborhood, for J. G. Potter, Alex Innis and off and on for E. J. Prahl for about 27 years. In 1918, 1 received notice to be ready for induction into the Army but Armistice was signed shortly thereafter and I was never called. The Pumpkin Creek Grazing Association was organized in 1929; 1 was one of the charter members. In 1932, 1 bought what was known as the Bahnub place and lived there. In 1933, 1 married Judith Hoff, Ashby, Minn. Later we moved to my old birthplace on Pumpkin Creek where we still reside. We have two daughters and one son, also seven grandchildren. Our range land has now been sold but we have the home place and a few steers. My sister, Matie, likes to tell the story about me when I was five years old. I always had a great liking for dogs. Someone gave me a female shepherd puppy, then another person gave me another pup. Before long I was in the Shepherd dog business. I had the two broke to drive and made harnesses out of bits of straps, twine and wire. I hitched them up to a small wagon my uncle had given me; the dogs and I really understood each other. My father had a nice cornfield just south of the house and the chickens were determined to get in the field and ruin the corn. Father would send the dogs after them. All he had to say was, Terrrr and the dogs knew that meant to chase the chickens. There were times I had my dogs hooked up to the wagon when he would say, Terrrrr and you never saw such runaways. The harness practically had to be made over and the wagon would be left somewhere in the cornfield. At times I had to give the mama dog a vacation to have a few more puppies and how proud I would be of those new comers. I never had any trouble selling the pups.