The Richfield recorder. (Richfield, Idaho) 1909-1931, 1914-07-09

Hoe, published in The Countr,
Gentleman, we began to get th,
habit and started in TO pay tribut'
to the pencil trust. A lot of Idaho
folks wrote and told us that w,
were a sure-to-gracious literar,
rube, and that it was only ques
ton of time before we would aban
don the plow for the typewriter
We did, to the extent of hiring ;
light-running, low-gear 1890 mode
with a guess-again keyboard. A
guess-again keyboard is shy only
one-third of the alphabet and yot
are expected to fill in the missing
letters with the dollar sign or nu-
merals.
But having gritted and grubbec
our way to sufficiency of eats
and a wealth of contentment as ar
Idaho homesteader, we fell to with
both horny hands of toll We la
bored at that internal, low-down
low-gear machine till the sweat
splashed all over the shanty and the
hot flame of murder burned in our
hearts. We did an article, too, and
sent it to the editor. 1t came back
so fast it must have passed itself
on the way out, and the letter from
the editor in its midst suggested
that we climb up on Twin Peaks
and hurl that 1890 model into Twin
Falls, or lock it up in the ice cave,
or have it treated for rabies in the
Richfield pound. We acted on this
advice and bought us a gross of
pencils,
Talk about smashing the glory
Of our premature fame-'twas
cruel. IIowsoever, we are per-
sistent cuss and we are going to
get this corner of our beloved Ida
ho on the map if the graphic and
timber will hold out. We were
some puffed up by the big recep-
ton our first stuff got back home.
but kept right on wearing the same
hat, and will continue till
we cash in our crops. Now we'll
get down to business and tell you
more about this here
and of plenty and area of oppor-
Iunity we live in.
In our last we were Just at the
stage as to how much our
crops would go. Well, the fifteen
acres we broke the year prior and
to wheat went 47.4 bushels
an acre. On the spring blowing the
wheat made only 80 bushels, while
he oats went about 20. This
it for us that fall blowing
vas the job for this country.
Up to that stage Of the game we
lad done all our work alone, even
he cussing; but not having any
machine and not being on intimate
erns with the harvester makers we
lired neighbor to cut the grain.
This cost one dollar an acre. | did
III the shocking alone, and THAT
EDITORIAL 1--WE" just won't fit ev-
want to tell you that
very time | grabbed a bundle |
ure held full hand. There were
ONE shocks in that field when |
,ot through standing the bundles
N end. 1t would have made a
ross-eyed Jap acrobat go some to
lodge them all.
| hired man from the big
,wede to help me stack. Weather
onditions are such here that many
hresh from the shock, but in my
allow youth I was taught that
rain must go through a sweat.
therefore, | stacked it. | want to
ay that if that wheat sweat as
luch in the stack as I did putting
there you can bet it held abour
alf the moisture in Idaho. But
hen the bright, plump grain
anne pouring through the spout Of
ne thresher we took off our hat
nd sang our little hallelujah. We
epeated the same when the bright,
lean straw piled up for wintering
ur stock.
After we put the threshing be-
ind us and had the grain in the
in that fishing and hunting germ
OF busy in our system. Sage hens
ere ripe and the ducks were COM
g back to their winter home. The
out were starving. heard Of
ian who had saddle pony for
lie. | went over and sized that
ainal up one side and down the
ther. He looked pretty good to
le, so | made an offer of. ton
oats. brindle calf. and pupil