The Logan Republican. [volume] (Logan, Utah) 1902-1924, 1911-02-02

/ IN progress. He does not 70 so far as
TO shut out settlement. don't care
to have my children live the life I've
lived. Besides. what right have we 10
stand In the way Of community's
growth? Suppose the new life is less
picturesque than the old. We don't
Ike to leave behind us the pleasures
and sports Of boyhood. but we grow
/ up nevertheless. I'm far more loyal
to the state as forest supervisor than
] was when was riding with the cat
tlemen to scare up the hester"
At this moment Sam Gregg entered
the room, followed by young man In
an English riding suit. Seeing that
the star boarder table, offered a cou-
pie Of seats, they pointed that way.
Sam was plainly in warlike frame of
mind and slammed his sombrero on its
nail with the action of man beating
an adversary.
THAT is Sam Gregg and his son Joe.
Used to be ranch cattleman, now one
of our biggest sheepmen." Cavanagh
explained. He's bucking the cattle
men now
| Lee Virginia studied young Gregg
with interest, for his dress was that of
n man to whom money came easy, and
his face was handsome, though rather
fat and sullen. In truth. he had been
brought into the room by his father to
see "Lize Wetherford's girl" and his
eyes at once sought and found her A
look Of surprise and pleasure ut once
lit his face.
Gregg was 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 1t in" for the ranger.
and some Of them knew that he was
throwing more sheep into the forest
than his permits allowed and that a
clash with Redfield was sure to come.
1t was Just like the burly old Irish
man to go straight to the table where
his adversary sat.
i Virginia's eyes fell before the gaze
Of these two men, for they had none
/ of the shyness and none of the indirec-
| ton of the ruder men she had met.
Redfield did not soften his words on
Gregg's account. On the contrary. he
made them still more cutting and to
the line.
THE mere fact that | live near the
open range or national forest does
not give me any rights in the range or
| forest" he was saying as Gregg took
his seat 81 enjoy the privilege OF
/ de
and | ought to be perfectly willing to
pay the fee. These forests are the
property of the whole nation. They
are public lands and should yield n
revenue to the whole nation. 1t is
silly to expect the government to go
on enriching a few of us stockmen at
the expense of others. i see this, and
l accept the change"
after you've got rich at It," said
Gregg.
"Well. haven't youT retorted Red.
field. "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
/ nGnt 10 the secretary.
VERY WELL" returned Red6eld.
carry it to the president If you wish.
l simply repeat that your sheep must
correspond TO your permit. and If you
don't send up and remove the extra
number | will do it myself don't
make the rules Of the department. My
job 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 fearlessly.
Lie delivered n parting blow: Bull
frog. you and me are old timers. We're
on the losing side We belong to the
good old days when the Fork was n
mans town and to be shot up once
week kept us in news. But them
times are past. You can't run the
range that way any more. Why. mau,
you'll have to buy and fence your own
pasture in few years more or else
pay rent same as / do. You stockmen
kick like steers over paying few old
cents a head for five months range:
you'll be mighty glad to pay dollar
one of these days. Take your medicine
that's my advice" And she went
back to her cash drawer.
Redheld's voice was cuttingly con.
temptuous as he said quite calmly
You're all kinds of asses. you sheep,
men. You ought 10 pay the fee for
your cattle with secret joy. So long
as you can get your stock pastured
land in effect guarded by the govern,
ment from June TO November for 20
cents or even 80 cents per head you're
in luck. Mrs. Wetherford is right.
We've all been educated in bad
school. Uncle Sam has been too lazy
TO keep any supervision over his pub
lie lands. He's permitted us grass pl
rates to fight and lynch and burn one
another Oh the high range ito which