Currently, 56, acres of the estate have been developed for oil, leaving more than , acres untapped.
The two sides of the Waggoner family who have been fighting over the estate will each retain In he bought a ,acre ranch in Montana called the Broken O Ranch. He owns cattle operations in Montana and Q Creek, the largest contiguous ranch in the Rocky Mountains.
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Paul Waggoner comprised the Board of Directors. The W. Main interests of the company are ranching, oil, and approximately 26, acres in cultivation.
The horses are bred for working ranch purposes,and many still carry the bloodline of the famous quarter horse, Poco Bueno;. Today, the W. Waggoner Ranch is managed by Sam Connolly of Bozeman. Now am I fairly safe to-night And with proud cause my heart is light: I trespassed lately worse than ever But Heaven has blest a good endeavour; And, to my soul's content, I find The evil One is left behind.
Yes, let my master fume and fret, Here am Iwith my horses yet!
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My jolly team, he finds that ye Will work for nobody but me! Full proof of this the Country gained; It knows how ye were vexed and strained, And forced unworthy stripes to bear, When trusted to another's care. Here was iton this rugged slope, Which now ye climb with heart and hope, I saw you, between rage and fear, Plunge, and fling back a spiteful ear, And ever more and more confused, As ye were more and more abused: As chance would have it, passing by I saw you in that jeopardy: A word from me was like a charm; Ye pulled together with one mind; And your huge burthen, safe from harm, Moved like a vessel in the wind!
Then grieve not, jolly team! While Benjamin in earnest mood His meditations thus pursued, A storm, which had been smothered long, Was growing inwardly more strong; And, in its struggles to get free, Was busily employed as he. The thunder had begun to growl He heard not, too intent of soul; The air was now without a breath He marked not that 'twas still as death.
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But soon large rain-drops on his head Fell with the weight of drops of lead; He startsand takes, at the admonition, A sage survey of his condition. The road is black before his eyes, Glimmering faintly where it lies; Black is the skyand every hill, Up to the sky, is blacker still Sky, hill, and dale, one dismal room, Hung round and overhung with gloom; Save that above a single height Is to be seen a lurid light, Above Helm-crag a streak half dead, A burning of portentous red; And near that lurid light, full well The Astrologer, sage Sidrophel, Where at his desk and book he sits, Puzzling aloft his curious wits; He whose domain is held in common With no one but the ancient woman, Cowering beside her rifted cell, As if intent on magic spell; Dread pair, that, spite of wind and weather, Still sit upon Helm-crag together!
The Astrologer was not unseen By solitary Benjamin; But total darkness came anon, And he and every thing was gone: And suddenly a ruffling breeze, That would have rocked the sounding trees. Had aught of sylvan growth been there Swept through the Hollow long and bare: The rain rushed downthe road was battered, As with the force of billows shattered; The horses are dismayed, nor know Whether they should stand or go; And Benjamin is groping near them, Sees nothing, and can scarcely hear them.
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He is astounded,wonder not, With such a charge in such a spot; Astounded in the mountain gap With thunder-peals, clap after clap, Close-treading on the silent flashes And somewhere, as he thinks, by crashes Among the rocks; with weight of rain, And sullen motions long and slow, That to a dreary distance go Till, breaking in upon the dying strain, A rending o'er his head begins the fray again.
Meanwhile, uncertain what to do, And oftentimes compelled to halt, The horses cautiously pursue Their way, without mishap or fault; And now have reached that pile of stones, Heaped over brave King Dunmail's bones He who had once supreme command, Last king of rocky Cumberland; His bones, and those of all his Power, Slain here in a disastrous hour!
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