The Marshall republican., 1911-03-24

gregg WIS the greedy west checked
and restrained by the law. Every
man IN the room knew that he was n
bitter opponent Of the forest service
and that he had IL In" for the ranger.
and some " them knew that he was
throwing more sheep into the forest
than his permits allowed and that a
clash with i,cdneld was sure to come.
IL was just like the burly old Irish
man Ia 20 straight to the table where
his adversary sat.
ylrginiu's eyes fell before the guze
81 these two men, for they had none
OF the shyncss und non Of the indlrec-
ton yf the ruder men she had met.
Redneld did not soften his words on
Gregg's account. On the contrary. no
made them still more cutting and TO
the line.
THE mere fact that I live ear the
open range or n national forest does
not give me any rights In the range or
forest" he was saying as Gregg took
his seat. IL enjoy the privilege Of
these government grazing grounds,
and | ought to be perfectly willing TO
nay the fee. These forests are the
property OF the whole nation. They
are public lands and should yield a
revenue 10 the whole nation. IL Is
silly To expect the government to go
on enrichlng n few OF us stockmcn ut
the expense OF others. ] see this. n
accept the change"
80. -
"After you've got rich Mt H." said
Gregg.
"wclI. haven't your" retorted Red
Geld. "Are you so greedy that nothing
will stop you"
Gregg growled out: I'm not letting
any of my rights slip. I'll have your
head. Mr.. Supervisor. I'll carry my
fight TO the secretary"
every WELL" returned Redheld.
"carry II to the president II you wish.
I simply repeat that your sheep must
correspond TO your permit. and IL You
don't send up and remove the extra
number will do II myself. ] don't
make the rules Of the department. My
fob Is to carry them out"
BY this time every person In the
room was tense with interest. They
all knew Gregg and his imperious
methods. Some of the cattlemen In the
room had suffered from his greed. and.
while they were not partisans OF the
supervisor. they were glad to see him
face his opponent fenrlessly.
Lie delivered a parting blow: "Buli
frog. you and me are old timers. Were
on the losing side. We belong to the
good old days when the Fork was q
mans town and to be shot up once
a week kept us In news. But then
times are past. You can't run III,
range that way any more. Why. man
you'll have to buy and fence your owr
pasture In a few years more or else
pay rent same as l do. You stockmer
kick like steers over paying a few OLE
cents q head for Ave months range
you'll be mighty glad TO pay a dollaI
one of these days. Take your medicln,
that's my advice" And she wen
back to her cash drawer.
Redfeld's voice was cuttingly con
; temptuous as he said quite calmly
lou It ui hilub VI u5otot you buttI
men. You ought TO pay the fee 10
your cattle with secret joy. So lon
as you can get your stock pasture,
land In effect guarded by the govern
ment from June to November for .
cents or even so cents per head your
in luck. Mrs. wetherford is right
We've all been educated In a ba'
school. Uncle Sam has been too laz
to keep any supervision over his pull
lie lands. He's permitted us grass p
rates to fight and lynch and burn ON
another on the high range Ito whic
neither Of Us had any right, holdin
back the real user Of the land-th
farmer.
Gregg was silenced. but not cor
WINGED. ITS q long lane that has n
i turn" be burst out. you think your
: the whole United States army! VIII
gives you all the authorityr
Congress al6 the ~president."
{ There's nothing In that bill to wal
4 rant these petty tyrannies Of yours"
sNhat you call tryannies I call d
Tending the public domain" reptile
4 Redneld. III I had my way ia CIV
my rangers the power OF the Canada
mouAted poliee. Il there any oths
state In this nation where the ropin
OF sheep heroer and tho wboleNaI
hnfnkteor <tns,lA IA ncRwiftcd