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

peaches, apples, canteloupes and other
fruits. "P-e-a-c-h-e-e-s ere tufer-
nickul" tufernickul, TUFERN1CKUL,
p-e-a-c-h-e-e-s-e-re- tn fernick
Everything was tufernickul. The little
southern fellow with his "caintelopes"
"caintelopes" and the little wild boy
from Idaho with his "contalups" and
the timid little fellow with shy
heart and teasing hopes with his
"kentolopes" all sounded out their
business with vim and vigor. The
tension became intense as the train
was about to depart. The iron horse
commenced to champ his bits and
stomp his eet, and the price of things
began to come down. "P-e-a-c-h-e-e-s
ere thrfurnickul" "threfurnickul. A
quiet farmer with wagon load OF
watermelons sat dignihed as long as
the green fruit showed up in poses
sion. A man with calm face, good
eye, and faded long coat with big
lapels of prominence and sort OF
81 wish1 were a business man" mein
about him, quietly purchased fifteen
cent melon, a dead ringer for those
sold at Payette Lakes the day before
for 90 cents, looked about him quiz
zickly and sympathetically and with
a show of guilt for this untoward ex-
travigance, sneaked back into the train
and took out long bladed pocket
knife and showed it sQuarely to the
heart of the sweet lucious thing before
him. Your Hired Man thought he saw
a tear come oozing from an eye as the
great red melon opened wide its two
halves and let that man into its vitals.
He thought he could see longing in
studious mans face. He was on his
way to a conference somewhere in the
eastern part of the state and was then
thinking of his good wife at home
with the babies where melons cost
about as much as autos and wished
that they might be with him, but no
use, they were not to be there, and
that melon was not long to remain
there. How he did enjoy it. How
he did eat it. My, twas good.
Goodrich, the Future Garden of the
Gods.
At Goodrich, on the Weiser P. & I.
N. road, this week as your reporter
was investigating the fruit growing
business, he discovered something
new in that line. Back at Orchard,
few miles from the railroad station,
is tract of fourteen hundred acres
of hills set with trees. These are
actually hills. On many of them it
would be impractical to ride horse
either up or down. The water is car
ried from hill to hill through pipes on
the surface or else buried beneath.
The weight of the water on one side
hn otor A,1t b.
which is, of course, trifle lower. 1t
is then taken from these pipes and
conveyed down the hill side in little
wooded troughs, or boxes, and at
each row of trees little hole in the
box dismisses just enough water to
trickle down to all the trees in that
row. The soil is rich and productive.
The plan is to sell this tract in small
lots to clerks and laborers and teach
ers in the far east, who will pay out
in five or six years, at which time the
trees will be in bearing and then these
poor fellows and their families hope
to come to Goodrich and spend their
declining years. The whole project
is backed by good men so ar as your
Hired Man could discover, and the ex-
pertinent may turn out to be profit
able investment, but somebody is
going to be surprised when he comes
and finds a flying machine necessary
to get from one tree to another, but
his surprise will also be great when
he finds that he has the best fruit in
the state, and the most of it to the
square foot. If this project is profit
able, and your reporter can easily
see where it can be readily profitable,
there is no reason why twenty FIVE
thousand acres more cannot be plant
ed in the same zone.
Red Skins and White Hearts.
Your Hired Man was. at Payette
Lakes this week and found this pretty
story. Some Indians passed through
the region several miles back in the
Sawtooth mountains. A family who
had not been in the country many
years was asked by one of the Indian
men to provide the company with
food. The heads of the family were
frightened out of their wits, but rather
than bring down upon themselves the
ire of the poor 10 men. the meal was
set as rapidly as possible No En-
glish was spoken and no Indian Ian
guage was endulged in while the white
man stood guard and the woman
threw things together. Presently the
head of the house made signs to the
Indian that all was ready, and now
march the red men into the whites
house and took their seats at the table.
A moment of pause, a twinkle of
silence, hush of awe on the part of
the white man and wife, a motion of
understanding from one of the Loes
the Poor Indians and all bowed their
heads solemly, when one of their
number returned thanks to God for
the food. The next day was Sundey
and some white men coveted some
beautiful ponies belonging to the In
dams, and trade was proposed, NO,
said the Indians. We are Christians,
and will not trade on the Lords day.
The Christian men in red skins passed
on out of the mountains, leaving be-
hind them a trail of the New Heart
and the fragrance of the Clean White
Life. The red men knew the differ
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