The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1912-07-05

THE CALDWELL, TRIBU
through the orchard. The soil is
rich, sandy, deep loan. The Who'll,
thing is certainly the acme of prid,
and exactness. With no attempt O
advertising the owners whose nam,
The Tribune does not give in tn,
story, let it be here told, that fol
geometrical perfectness, hypnotisinf
beauty, money-making loneliness ane
superb attractiveness, this orchard
has correct psychology, exact geo
graphy, unexelled plant food and thu
best of science; and the truest of or
chard making.
A rancher or two in the valley are
trying to grow beans. If Idaho is 3
, good bean climate, these men are
going to demonstrate it this season
A few new alfalfa fields will have to
be planted again.
Eight miles out, there is a field oil
Norway oats that is going to be a won
der. With proper care from this time
on, this field will doubtless yield IFS
bushels to the acre. The first wettine
they got was two weeks ago, and are
now getting the second. Two more
irrigations will produce something
about which our poets can sing a good
song.
Several farmers on the route are
trying to see how much water they
can spill out on the roads, and that
one or two got more out there than
several others, can only be determined
by accurate measurements, for veri-
table lake cannot be guessed at right
exactly.
Fencing is usually poor, but the
herd law explains that. We saw
women in the different districts, wad-
ing through wet fields driving fat
cows from some grain patch. One
man was working like wildfre in his
new-mown hay, after having sent his
wife to the house when he saw our
team coming along. She was also
shocking hay, until this distinguished
party put in his appearance. g.
Sand lake is an 8O-acre tract of
cream colored sand over which stray
spring water stands until the middle
of June. We drove up within one
hundred yards of this lake and looked
upon eighty acres of clear, slightly
waving, water. A few ducks Aoated
here and there on its bosom. A young
man bet us fifty cents there was not
drop of water in the lake. Another
took his bet. He walked out dry-shod
on the bottom of the deceptive place |
and the ducks, We saw, were only
stubs Of sage brush, which had foated |
in. The deception is complete and |
wonderful and well worth the ride to
see. One can readily understand how
whole trains of yore were coaxed
from the trail and lost in strange
foolishness, when they thought they
saw the impossible and followed
mirage out into certain defeat. This
is no mirage, but dry lake of de-
cieving fact
Some good homes are being made
i'll that country. About three herds
of pretty little Jerseys may be seen.
A little further out from the city,
there are the regulation shacks of the
homesteader. Some of these have no
well and no water. The customary
half barrel sets by one end OF the
shack, the water bag bangles from
the ten penny nail to the side of the
door, the pitiful representation of the
lace curtain occupies its rightful place
over the front window, where the
green curtain has been left half up to
make passers-by think they are still
at home, but the wicked mustard has
gone and headed right out up at the
front of the door and this gives the
cunning of the wretches, the lie, and
the friskey mother squirrel that in
habits the cool place under the floor of
the shack, stands on her hind legs,
while her delicate condition foretells
the departure of the family of four
weeks since, who is still at home
there while declining to vote where
they stay owing to the fact that the
law wont let them have two homes.
A great deal of work is being done {
in the district Literally hundreds of
men are toiling away. Some are near
the goal. Some of their women folks
are wearing gloves to take off the
four-year tan. They are going to {
start going to Nampa churches soon,
for this fall they will have the dime
to drop in the hat. The kink in the
spines of those men who ate Jack
rabbits on the sly while telling around
they never did anything of the kind,
nourishment they are getting at pre-
sent is driving away that cronic dis
ease of two years since, when the
doctors did not dare to say. "Stegal,
you are just simply not getting enough
20 eat" The country looks good and
our city to the East of us, our saucy
sister who would if she dared, is going
to have something near by to back
her up in her boastful fight for sue
cess. |,
The Tribune's Hired Man was pre-
sent this week when an aged man got
long-expected letter from a son, a
mature man of family, in a far away