Democratic Sentinel, Volume 16, Number 9, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 18 March 1892 — A Woman Rancher. [ARTICLE]

A Woman Rancher.

Out on a ranch in the Bruneau Yalley, Idaho, lives Miss Kittie V. Wilkins, who is in partnership with her father and two brothers in the business of Rising horses and cattle. It is a country where few women would care to lire. But Miss Wilkins finds life there very much to her liking, and there is nothing about hiV to indicate that she is not as much of a woman as any of her sex that live down on 8 tine of the fashionable avenues of Chicago. There is nothing masculine about her manner. She is self-possessed and practical. Horses are the embodiment of all that is noble to her, but she seldom gets the worst of a horse trade.

When she is at home she spends her time in mounting spirited horses, and unattended she gallops away over the prairies, stopping wherever she is apt to find a herd of horses that suitft her fancy. The herders and dealers all know her, and her judgment on a horse is law and gospel. Then she rides home, dismounts without any assistance, ungirths her charger, and calls her partners about, her to tell them what she has done, and they attend to the rest. When the season comes for shipping she leaves the ranch in charge of the stock. For the most part they are what is known as wild horses. The care of such animals generally gives a man all he can do, but this young womaujjfmakes no complaint. She has no trouble with her horses. They seem to understand ihat they are under the care of a woman, and act accordingly. Arrangements have been made in advance for the shipment of these animals from a certain point on the railroad. She has mapped out before leaving the cities she proposes to visit with her stock. Tho train pulls out and Miss Wilkins is in tho caboose. The railroad men know her, and no one could be treated more considerately than this young lady who is traveling alone. No chaperone for her. Whether the ranch, or on the corral, or on the road, or in the centres where she sells, Miss Wilkins is always treated with all consideration. The rounder-up on the,broad plazas, where the trails are the only avenues, lift their hats to her when they meet her. The men at the station have for her the most profound respect.—[Chicago Tribune.