Shoshone journal. [volume] (Shoshone, Idaho) 1884-1931, 1914-07-10


ing ground, and while on the flv
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 l was
boss and we became pretty good
friends, except when we would
have a falling ont, l doing most OF
the falling.
Wrapping my camp outfit and
steel fish rods in a pair OF blankets.
which l strapped on the saddle.
and singing my 25-20 over my
shoulder. we hit the trail for the
Big Wood River. I found a camp
ing place in bunch Of cotton
woods, hobbled the pony, and in
a short time had a few two-pound
beauties on the bank.
Then funny thing happened.
/ 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 soneway stuck up for a dog. I
had hooked a 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 flying leap free.
l Kissed 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 disguised way as if to say.
What in thunder did YOU put me
up against that sort OF proposition
for with 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.
l slashed a 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 l lay there under the
shade OF a 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
distant mountain peaks. | wondered
how it was that millions of human
beings preferred to bury them
selves behind the walls OF steam
ing. stewing cities where Old Sol
has got TO get a writ Of hdbeGS cor
suS to come out in the open. Every
OF trout l swallowed
filled me fuller and fuller Of DO
atry. till | was sure some. and
some more, intoxicated with the
thought OF what the future held in
store for me in this glorious coun-
-ry. the same being Idaho. [. s. 4.
Then we wrapped our blankets
-ound us and quietly slipped off
nto dreamland. We got up with
the sun next morning. ate another
If God's-paradise repasts and
into the saddle. Following
he meanderings OF the Big Wood
River. we soon struck the hustling
own of Gooding. county seat OF
iooding county. And right on the
OBJ we found F. r. Gooding.
of Gooding and first set
Ter by all that is good in Gooding. {
His experience from the time he
truck the lumber and mining camp
It Ketchum. in 81, till he filed his
homestead here and started things
o growing would make lovely
history. l will just condense it
1T by saying he started in the sheep
business with one pair and that his
locks now run into the thousands.
lie is the kind of pacemaker to
ollow-human from where his
'oot soles touch the ground to
where his hair sticks through the
rown of his hat.
Just to give YOU an idea of how
lings stir in Gooding County let
ne say little word about a college .
hat bunch OF sky pilots decided .
0 build somewhere within the
tate. When they limited round that
hey wanted contributions the peo- :
lie OF Gooding came to bat and
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