The Richfield recorder. (Richfield, Idaho) 1909-1931, 1914-05-21

n-CdSte HOlStelnS on the Lane hdncne
/ 1900 feet above sea level and furn.
ishing drainage for 1900 square
miles,
We have game and fish in super
abundance, and here is another joy
feature of our lives. After finishing
your spring work, you gear up the
FLIES, pack in your fish poles, a pail
of blankets, a skillet, coffee pot, q
slab of bacon and some flour, and
trek for the mountain Businesses to
drive brings you to the Magic dam
and Big Wood River. You select a
coulee studded with cottonwoods,
casting their mantle of green over
some cool, sparkling mountain stream
strike camp, picket your horses
Then grab a fish POLE bend a spinner
or fly on your line make a few ju-
dicious casts, and you've got him
a five pound salmon trout
After an hour or two of this sport
you hike for camp; and say, when the
fish come off the fire, you eat and eat,
then back up, take a fresh start, and
then eat some more. Then to the
spring and down on all tours you
chuck your nose into the sparkling
waters up to your ears for a long
long, cool draft of Natures beverage.
You may talk about your champagne
suppers BAH You would be epicures
of the effete and cotton wool tribes
who infest the regions of dollar chas-
ingi You'll never know you're alive
till you drop down here decked out
with a pair of ninety eight cent cor
duroys, a chip hat and hob nailed
shoes, and spend a few days with us
rubes for whom you lie awake nights,
stacking the cards for the next deal
when pumpkins are ripe. A few days
with Dame Nature, in which to uplift
your head to the wonders of Gods
famed by the perfumed
breath of all outdoors as you slumber
between a pair Of army blankets, and
you would awake with a clear head
and, better still, a clear conscience.
You would then realize what we
sturdy pioneers are doing for the up
lift and betterment of the coming
and if your easy con-
science and callous heart were not be-
yond redemption you might return
to your dingy urban quarters ami
start in to practice the Golden Rule.
You'd have caught the germ in your
blood. With us, after a couple of days
putting, we get back into the harness
again, fresh as a daisy on a dewy
morn. our whole system recharged
with energy.
acres from a homesick widower. l
lad fifteen acres grubbed and broken
1t long distance for $40 an acre. 1 left
Montana in September, 1912, with
hree horses. a wagon, camping outfit, |
logs, gun and fish pole, and drove
nearly four hundred miles to reach |
ny future home. l passed through
Montana, reaching Ida
10 through the Lemhi pass, thence
lc.wn the Lemhi until we reached
he headwaters of Birch Creek, fol-
owing that sparkling stream for
learly seventy five miles in a south
asterly direction, until l made the
asst end of the Lost River promo
cries, where the creek vanishes as
f by magic-this is known as the
sinks.
l skirted the foothills and lava beds
IRVING at my destination September
5. l had been on the road fifteen
avs. l never had more delightful
rip, camping every night under the
lue canopy of heaven, turning my
orses loose to Craze Then, after a
east on grouse sage hen and rainbow
rout, and long pull at the pipe, 1
~ me down wrapped in blankets to
orget this old world and its troubles,
ntil Old Sol threw his flashlight on
lie in the morning.
A souse in the cold mountain
Lream, a pot Of coffee and flapjacks,
lille the dogs brought in the horses,
ZEN inspan and another hike. So IL
'ent to the end Of the journey.
urchased my possessions through
le recommendations of e friend, for
leriy a Boston boy, who, with his
life and baby are making things hum