Shoshone journal. [volume] (Shoshone, Idaho) 1884-1931, 1914-01-30

month, IN the summer time dumping
Ice Trust. and other gigantic gentle
men's-a agreement outfits, while in tn,
winter time the coal blooded baroni
grabbed what few shecles we haC
left.
Then we began to get wise that oul
Uncle Samuel was dumping thous-
ands Of immigrants from Southern
European points on to our shores-s
bunch of half-starved cattle that new
er had three squares in their lives
and that this gang had to be fed. as
ninety nine and a half per cent OF
them flock to the cities and become
customeTs-not producers of the
things the farmers raise.
After using up dozens of pencils
trying to figure out where this high
cost Of living was soaring to, we de-
cided that for us back to the
soil was the proper enterprise. so
here we are in sun kissed Southern
Idaho. the peerless gem of this mighty
Western Empire, under the shadow of
the peaks of the wonderful Sawtooth
Range on a forty-acre tract in the
midst Of a sea Of sagebrush called
Carey Act Land. Here we are rails
ing spuds and other good things to
eat.
Just let me tell you on the jump
that there are no landlords butting
into our shack the first of every
month. with a bill for some two-by-
four room in an eleven story build
ing where we spent the night sleep
ing on the fire escape to avoid being
reduced to a grease spot in mild July.
No, sir! We're right out here between
a pair Of light blankets with all doors
and windows open. with a gentle
breeze waited leisurely across this
wonderful valley. We sleep calm,
serene, and secure from porch climb
ers the gumshoe slugs. and awake in
the morn as Old Sol is poking his
nose over the mountain peaks, the red
corpuscles hopscotching up and down
our spinal column like a jigsaw. full
of life, energy and ambition, ready to
tackle another bunch of sagebrush.
Let me tell you that the sagebrush
is thicker than cigarette fiends at
Chilago beer garden on a July night,
and it sure has finer aroma. While
you cannot pick silver dollars off of
said sagebrush, yet underneath, the
virgin soil contains twenty dollar gold
pieces, if you go after them in the
proper way.
Jupiter PluVius Beaten to a FRAGILE.
But let me warn you Gear reader.
not to butt into this game with the
idea that it is all clear sailing. with
no breakers ahead. You will have to
grid your loins, spit on your hands,
grab a grubbing AK shut your jaws
together, and go to it with a determi- /
nation to get those sagebrushes out;
then rake and burn them This done. .
you are ready for the pillow. However I
if one has the coin there is a much
better and easier way Of getting rid T.
Of a sagebrush-that is to hire an out /
fit with a grubbing machine. One of
these machines with six good horses !
will grub from five to six acres day /
at a charge of from three to four dol
lars acre. This is a much better
way as the knives of the machine not
only cut the brush but also sever the
roots Of the bunch grass, leaving the .
ground in a much better condition /
for the plow. Three good horses with
a fourteen inch pillow and a rolling
Golfer and you can turn over two and
a half acres a day.
After having plowed your land you
disk and harrow and level; then you
couple on to Fresno and skin off the
humps and dump into the hollows
Then You harrow and level some more,
for wa-er won't run up hill, even in
Idaho.
Your seeded thoroughly prepared, .
you plant your crop. then corrugate, .
after which your fun begins with the
water. Having located your bitches, .
put in your check gates and turn on
the water.
We have been on the water wagon
for Sc aral years, but after our first
two doing the turkey trot, right
and left obliques. and few other
stunts, trying to force the water to
follow the corrugations, we We're ready
@ discard water from our menu
However, after getting wise to the
game it is easy and pleasant work.
Here is where you have Jupiter Plu-
-ius beaten to a fragile.
\ person coming into this country
to farm-especially one of those
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