The Idaho Republican. [volume] (Blackfoot, Idaho) 1904-1932, 1907-10-18


Putting in the Night with His Head
Between Two Rails.
Thus we succeeded in considerably d.
minishing their number; about two
thirds We read in a sheep paper that
old ewes needed succulent food.
Straightway their rack was filled with
nice green succulent alfalfa, newly
cut, still with with the glistening dew.
There must have been something
wrong with the dew. The few who
survived to tell the tale are now tax.
ing EPSON salts.
In the bunch were some breeding
ewes, natives-blue bloods-so saith
the sheep breeder, and inveigled us In
to paying fancy price for the fancy
(?) stock. Along comes a sheep man
and pouTs forth his wisdom: "Now
you are new at the business. Now let
them ewes out and give 'em exercise
Let EN- on pasture couple of hours"
quoth he. A short distance lay our
field of alfalfa, tender and sweet. At
the end of the allotted time what few
responded to our frantic efforts to get
them off that field, soon became a
dead issue, representing hundreds of
dollars.
Then there was the thoroughbred
buck Don't buy grade bucks. Buy
this one, only $685." cried the sheep
trader. We thought this sheep should
have horns, but the more we became
acquainted with him, however, the
more we thanked our stars he was
not horned beast. If he couldn't 60
over the fence he would go under; II
not over nor under he would go
through it and manage to hang by one
or more of his legs until assistance
came. After putting in the night with
his head between two fence rails we
were able the next morning to chron-
icle the passing of our thoroughbred.
This sheep trader also said with a
great flourish: They will keep your
lawn down." They did. They also
downed my young orchard and every
green thing upon the place. Their
omnivorous appetite soon made our
spacious lawn, to which we had de-
voted ourselves regardless of labor or
expense and excelled in landscape gar
dening, look like golf links; our Or
chard like forest of bean poles. Nor
have we yet settled with our neigh
Dor for the wanton destruction of his
celery patch, nor rose garden de-
voured by them belonging to fussy
old maid near by.
When they sickened and died we
sent for the sheep man. He looked
wise, threw up his hands and vouch-
safed this information. When sheep
gets sick We can't do a thing with
'em. They just up and die. When .
sheep dies he dies quick" This sur.
prised and startled us. We mean IL
did at first. 1t doesn't now. We are a
sheep man now ourselves. Feeding at
the rack full of life and vigor one mo-
ment with promises of so much per
pound at the stock yards, you may in
ten more minutes send for the sheep
undertaken to carry them of at SO
much the job. Life is not all sunshine,
neither is the sheep business.
We punched up the remainder OF
our several yards, made carload lot
and consigned them to d local market.
BY getting top prices the salesman
succeeded in settling with the trans
portation company and paying his
own commission ftom the receipts.
We felt grateful to him for that.
There is money In sheep, SO saith
the sheep feeder. This may be true,
We are not here to deny 1t. Someone
made money turning over those sheep.
But 1t wasn't US. It was the other
fellow.