Idaho semi-weekly world. [volume] (Idaho City, Idaho Territory) 1875-1908, 1876-08-15
FROM PLACERvILLE TO DEADW00D
BASIN.

ana pfOSFtCtiuSs ~ SS.uI l"ay
wv. DAWSON and w A. Hutchinson, the
writer started out ON Wednesday
morning, the I'd inst, fully equipped
for weeks sport. 1t is not necessa
ry to enumerate the, contents of oul
Ioutft. We had everything that VIZ
could think of for camp life. Oul
route lay through the Upper Payette
or Garden Valley which, at the pres
ent time, is in the zenith of its bloom
and beauty. Everybody was en-
gagged in haying. efore you enter
linto the valley the first farm is Frank
Farnham's, adjoining this is the farm
of A. Beard. Both of these are To-
Gated on the hillside, and have tasty
little white cottages, with nicely ar
ranged gardens to decorate and beau
tify them; we then descended a little
slope arriving at the finest and best
improved farm in the valley, and
owned by Nick Wetzel, Esq. Here
we were refreshed with sumptuonS
repast, prepared by our worthy host
ess, Mrs. W., who. Notwithstanding
the many good things in store for us,
made many apologies for not being bet
prepared. Dinner over. we mounted
our animals and again started, cross
ing the well-built bridge across the
south fork of the Payette river, we
passed large fields of hay and grain
on the ranch of Mr. Hugh Craig. Urg-
ing our steeds on, the farms of Messrs
Mclaughlin & Howe, j. G. Mills NJ.
Carr;gan and 2. Glennan were passed
in rapid succession to the place owned
by Mr.. S Yourn. Looking across the
river to the left the ranches of Messrs.
G. Mosher and S. Bail are to be seen,
and to the right the beautiful little
farm now occupied by N. +. Edwards,
through which runs beautiful little
stream called Isaac's Creek. Leav
ing Youn's we cross the middle fork
of the Payette on an old rickety
bridge, and as the river at present is
very low here, fording it would be a
far safer mode of crossing than the
bridge, which stands sadly in need of
repairs. T. Scanlan's Is the next
place passed; then on up by Messrs
A. CIPHER, D. Mcbride, .. S. Moore
and j. Easily we now travel on a short
distance to the head Of this beautiful
valley, which richly merits its new
appellation of Garden, for it is indeed
a garden of Paradise, and now we are
again i'll sight of fields of hay and
shocks of file timathy are heaped up
aud lie in equable distance; or, as our
friend Hutchey remarked, What doc
dies of hay" These farms are owned
by Messrs. SERVER g.
Wallis and L. Pinney. The writer
not having traverSed this extreme end
Of the valley for three years, did not
recognize these three ranches. The
old Tom McMurty place has sustained
many changes for the better. In
place Of the old log cabin, formerly the
place for travellers to Dead
wood, Loon Greek and Copeland, there
is now u large, roomy and colnmodi-
Gus Ii use, short distance from
which stands an immense lawn, all of
which is due to the energy and indus
try OF its present proprictors, MesSrs.
SERVER & Wallis. Here our first
days journey ended. Being too early
for supper, after attending to our ami
mails we strolled down to the river,
about one hundred yards from the
house. We prepared our fishing tack
lie, expecting to surprise our hostess
with fine mess of fish. After hot
chase for bait, contested between Jim
and the writer, for a poor lone grass
hopper, you cor. made the successful
capture, and piercing the struggling
6. II. we threw out our line, and rep.
resenting Patience { on munument)
we waited for a bite, but alas, in vain;
the surprise in store for our hostess
was dreadful failure; and after al
lowing ourselves to he made martyrs
Of by those vampires, the mosquitoes,
we left the river painfully disguised,
our appetite for fish having entirely
vanished. Supper was next announced
to which we did hearty justice, after
which we enjoyed pleasant chat with
our host, Mr.. SERVER. and his amiable
and bospitable lady Tine writer was
next invited to share the bed of Mr..
Wallis, but never having tested the