Shoshone journal. [volume] (Shoshone, Idaho) 1884-1931, 1914-07-10
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and filed on a forty-acre tract
near Cooling. Now they have
one hundred and sixty acres and
are paying out on It rapidly.
Don't delude yourselves, dear
readers. that this IS bed Of roses
with the thorns pulled. There are
hardships and privations aplenty,
but that only gives you a sweeter
taste in the mouth when YOU have
put the bitter rubs behind you and
YOU find your little ship making
way into the calm ocean Of peace
and plenty.
We rubbernecked round these
diggin's for couple of days and
met a very interesting character
a physician OF the old school who
had practiced for many years in
Illinois and Iowa before the back
to-the-soil germ got to working in
his system. He had pulled UP
stakes and headed for the setting
sun. Here we found him. man
in the seventies. knocking the whey
out OF the milk from twenty Ter
seys and raking in from $50 to
$50 a month for the butterfat
There IS a state experimental
farm near Gooding We butted in
and found a genial chap who wised
us up on irrigation stunts, crop 70
-tation, pasture grasses. and so on.
We just cached a bunch of infor-
nation in our noodle for future
Use. II hadn't been our custom 70
go much on the bunch OF theoreti-
cal, kid-gloved farm instructors;
but say, mister. you just tangle UP
with some OF the new sort, and they
can sure show you, and you slip
away thinking what small pump
kin YOU are.
A couple Of days well spent and
I beaded that cayuse's nozzle for
home. l snapped work with the
big Swede-went over and planted
a bunch OF post holes for him.
Then he coupled his team and mine
TO his grubber and went after the
rest of the sagebrush on my forty.
After raking it up and applying the
torch it was soon a thing OF the
past. With the sage all down we
hooked on to a fourteen-inch walk
ing pillow, and tie way we Hoped
that sod upside down made the
birds sing.
Well. we leveled and narrowed
that ground until II looked like
garden spot; planted it to Red Tur-
key winter wheat. corrugated It
and turned on just enough v-ater
to pack down the corrugationS aud
moisten the ground. It wasn't
more'n jiffy before that field
looked ike a St. Patrick's Day pa
rade-referring. Of course. TO color.
About Christmas we woke up one
morning and found that Nature
had covered it with a mantle OF
snow. and there II slept till Springs
wooing smile removed the spread
and breathed new lie into it.
want to tell you about one OF
nv neighbors-Berksllire Bill His
maiden name Is Dougherty. Yes,
he's Irish. Bits got a hog head
that Is. he has got ahead OF every
body on hogs-Berksllire hogs
that have pedigrees longer than a
Jerusalem trail and noses like a
rainbow turned upside down.
The head Of Bits herd Is Jim
ME. He is sure a wise hog.
have been trying 10 induce Bill
and Jimmie to 60 on the stage. Bill
goes over to the pasture and calls.
"Hey. Jimmiel' That hog will
answer. "Yehe." then get up and
grab a piece OF broom handle that
is kept handy and carry il TO Bill
50 he can have his back and ears
scratched. Then Bill will make
him lie down and roll over like a
dog. sit lip on his launches. and
wink the other eye, looking Tor a
bunch Of dope that looks home
made piece OF molasses candy
that Bill feeds him. He has sew.
eral other stunts that he does; but,
dear reader. you might think that
I had gone loco if told them, so
will draw the curtain.
Bill came to this country from
Iowa and got a job singing hash
for a bunch OF BO-hunks. Now
he has a forty-acre farm all in al
falfa. and a large family OF thor
Berkshire hogs He IS
buying a motor car to take his
family to the sideshow at Frisco.
This Is the most healtllful place
for hogs I ever struck. and have