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

that had all the breeds west of thC
Continental Divide mingled in him
That fellow never raised the bet
he just called my hand, so | coup.
led the cayuse on behind the wagor
and hit the trail for home. Wher
| got him home | poured feed oi
oats into his tank and bunch oi
conversation into his ear and he
looked me over with a knowing
wink that said, "All right, Bill
Pm on
| anchored saddle on that little
fellow, mounted, and shouted, "Al
aboard' We started down across
the field at stiff lope and were
going merrily when that animal
either slipped an eccentric or broke
a spring. He stopped short and
abrupt, but | kept right on cover
ing ground, and while on the fly
talked to that cayuse in several
languages not used in the church
catechism. But after several
rounds of catch-as-catch-can, under
gooseberry rules, he decided I was
boss and we became pretty good
friends, except when we would
have falling out, | doing most of
the falling.
Wrapping my camp outfit and
steel fish rods in pair of blankets.
which I strapped on the saddle,
and singing my 25-20 over my
shoulder, we hit the trail for the
Big Wood River. | found camp
ing place in a bunch of cotton
woods, hobbled the pony, and in
short time had a few two-pound
beauties on the. bank,
Then a funny thing happened.
I forgot to tell you that Dutch was
with me. Dutch is just a dog.
He claims to have the blue blood
of the Scotch collie in his veins and
is someway stuck up for a dog. l
had hooked fine trout and he was
putting up a good fight / had
taught Dutch to retrieve ducks and
chickens, and when he saw that
fish he lowed there was some
thing doing. In he went kerplunk
and made grab for the fish. | got
the trout to the surface, when he
broke and took a flying leap free.
| hissed to Dutch, go fetch,
and he made a kingfisher swoop
and nailed that fish before he hit
the surface again.
He brought the trout to the bank,
where he dropped him, then
wiped his mouth with the bushy
end of his tail and looked at me
in a disgusted way as if to say
what in thunder did you put me
up against that sort of proposition
for with a fine bunch of chickens
all around you?' Then l heard
the chickens suffering and whipp-
ed up my rifle and brought down
fine young bird.
| slashed couple of steaks from
the breast of that bird and,
with two fine trout on the irons,
was soon licking my chops and fig
uring up how many millions John
D. Rockefeller would have given
me for the husky yearning under
my belt. AS lay there under the
shade of cottonwood, drinking in
The wonderful gifts nature has be-
slowed upon this country and
watching the last rays of the sun
set as they filtered and danced on
1istant mountain peaks, | wondered
low it was that millions of human
beings preferred to bury them
selves behind the walls of steam
ng, stewing cities where Old Sol
las got to get writ of habeaS cor
1uS to come out in the open. Every
nouthful of trout | swallowed
'illed me fuller and fuller of po-
try, till | was sure some, and
ONE more, intoxicated with the
hought of what the future held in
tore for me in this glorious coun-
ry, the same being Idaho, U. S. A.
Then we wrapped our blankets
ound us and quietly slipped off |
nto dreamland. We got up with |
he sun nexk morning, ate another
f God's-paradise repasts and
umped into the saddle. Following
he meanderings of the Big Wood |
river, we soon struck the hustling
own of Gooding, county seat of
'ooding county. And right on the
OBJ we found F. R. Gooding,
ounder of Gooding and first set
Ier by all that is good in Gooding.
His experience from the time he
truck the lumber and mining camp