The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1912-09-06

looking us over from to lizard. Not
a word passed his lips. We asked
him if anyone lived there, if he would
rather be girl than boy, if he could
talk, if he knew where we could catch
bear, and through all our foolishness
the six-year-old child remained un-
moved and untouched. Upon his
beautiful and healthful face was
sort of a leer, mixed with an innocent
smile, both mingled with look of
disgust and reproach, as finally he
spoke, and this. is just what he said:
"Aw now, go on you monkey men, or
I'll frow a stick at yer"
Within three miles of Payette Lake
and still in Long Valley, your repre-
sentative was walking alone. A pros
porous farm house right at the lane
stopped me, and this proved to be
the home OF Mr.. Collins, the owner
of few hundred acres of land in that
immediate neighborhood. Some Of
the children knew me, having met me
the day before. The parents were
not at home. The eldest of the child
rem, Laura, a beautiful girl of scant
sixteen, who acted mother to the five
other children, seated me upon the
porch, brought out refreshing drink
of cold water, talked of lands, stock
and people in Idaho and Colorado,
made sensible comparisons, drew her
younger brothers and sisters into the
conversation, and in every way mani
| tested a gentleness and refinement
| that were attractive and winsome.
| Presently she moved to the piano and
| went over delicately piece of instru-
| mental music, at the close of which
she spoke of putting in most of her
piano period playing hymns. Suiting
her actions to the word, she opened
hymn book and asked three of the
younger children to join her in the
rendition of certain sacred songs. The
children sang freely and easily the
songs of Moses and the Lamb Every
thing within that parlor was neat and
clean. After forty-6ve minutes Of
this refreshing sort of beauty, your
Hired Man reluctantly left the home
and went his way, not however, until
after the eldest daughter say to him
in her charming diction: 1--WE wish you
might come again some time"
Two nights later I was in the rear
end of a gospel tent at the Lake,
where a preacher was telling the peo-
pie of Jesus and his love and there
at the organ was Laura Collins, play
ing hymn after hymn as voices of
half hundred souls were lifted to-
ward Heaven and reverberated along
the lake shores and finally drowned
in its depths. Verify it does not take
cement sidewalks and rubber heels
and giddy apparel to make human
beings lives worthy and sweet.
Huckleberries Galore.
There are other animals besides
bear who like huckleberries. Mrs.
Printz of Mccall, two years ago since
canned 400 quarts after they were in
the cans. Mrs. Yeagle, 100 quarts,
and several other women had as much
as 80 quarts, and few as much as
200 quarts. The hills which hem in
this famous valley are literally alive
with this delicious berry. This year
has been a bumper season. Some of
the resourceful housewives do all
sorts of things with this berry. They
mix small percent in with buffers,
and jams and jellies made of other
fruits, togather, make a catchy mix
ture. The huckleberry supplies its
never-to-be-forgotten flavor and the
prunes or apples or peaches go to fill
up the vessel. In the winter time
with the snow five feet on the level,
the folks in the east praying for the
safety of all those bold and daring re-
latives who would dare to Esquimo it
through the deep snow, the buckle
berry is the charm of life. The
schorching hot biscuit smothered in
this jammest of jams, and wallowed
in the fuffiest of all fluffy jelly oc-
cupies prominent place on narly
every table in the upper Long Valley.
Here and there by the roadside is
a pair of skees which was discarded at
snow line last spring when the travel
er got down to terra hrpa. Every
body from the aged down to the tot Of
Five uses the Danish ski or the En-
glish skee in Long Valley in winter
time, except those who stick to the
web shoe. They do say it is amazing
to see the little girl gliding along on
her skees. The traveller beats his
walking gait. With the snow in the
proper condition, he slides about two
feet further than his usual step on the
bare ground, and when the gliding
swing is fallen upon there is romp-
ing, merry, shuffling, fastening de-
sire that makes time.
To Cleap Up The Lakes.
The Dewey road is grading in the
outskirts of Mccall and is APPARENTLY
ready to locate its terminal plot This
brings the Crystal sea to the doors OF
all southern Idaho. With a railroad
fare of $500 for the round trip, all
south Idaho can send its women folks
to the pond at the top. Next year
there is to be a cleaing out process
put into action in the region of that
glistening sea, the Payette Great
Lake vagabonds and immoralists are
going to be asked to get a good git
upon themselves, and quiet is to be
the order the day and night. In
April next. a vote on the liquor bust
ness is to be taken in that county and