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went out to an indian camp east of Pierre and told a couple of them that a cow was in the stockyards with a broken leg. We said we would be up town for a half hour or more and when we got back it would be OK with us if the critter with the broken leg was gone. We went and had a beer or two and when we returned to the yards the cow was gone. One thing I didn't like was supervising the killing of calves. The reason for this was to try to save the cow by destroying the calf. Yes, feed was that scarce.
Some dug ditches and burried the calves and some butchered and ate what they could of them. I don't remember what the Gov't paid for the calves but was probably eight or ten dollars a head.
I didn't have to kill any calves. Two years of abortion in my cows had taken care of that.
One day Lee Sargent came though Okobojo driving four or five nice white face cows and calves. He was taking them to Onida to sell for $20 a head to the Gov't. I said
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