The Republican journal. [volume] (Belfast, Me.) 1829-current, 1915-02-11
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adventures.
Monday the Herr Professor journeyed
on to Stevensville to attend the State
Poultry Show, where he had an educa-
tional exhibit from the college and was
scheduled to give several lectures. The
rest of the family fingered until Wednes-
day, enjoying visit to the Missoula
Mercantile Company's huge store-a
Wanamaker's on small scale-and
trip to the "Movies," where we. as we'll
as the youngsters, enjoyed seeing Mary
Pickford in cinderella. Wednesday
morning saw us started up-or clown"
the valley, but the white frost that
had coated every leaf and twig during
the night still fingered IN the air, and
prevented my forming any adequate
idea of the country. When we reached
Stevensvile-a two hours ride-and
Daddy" joined US, we had left the frost
behind and could enjoy the noble ranges
rising on either side of the river bed,
along which the track is laid. Hamil-
ton, the upper Bitterroot metropolis, in
the heart of the much advertised apple
country, is justly famous on account Of
its hotel-the Ravalli, built by the late
Marcus DAILY, who owned much of the
property in that vicinity, and who enter
tanned his friends there. Mrs. DAILY and
her daughter are summer residents of
Hamilton, where are also located a num-
Der of eastern college and professional
men, trying their hands at fruit-raising.
Daily, our destination, is at the end of
the line, and there we found awaiting US
our college friend "Deac," Edward
W. Morton, U. of M. '09, fraternity
brother of Wills, who spent our first
Montana Christmas in Bozeman with us.
That was six years ago, and in the in
term he had made a trip "back home,"
bringing with him bride, Miss Stackpole
employed by the orcharding companies
in that vicinity, leaving a good position
to go to fruit farm of his own. The
Bitterroot bubble burst, however-over
capitalization and specialization tells the
story, added to which was the appear
ance of 1.-The blight" for which no cure
has yet been found. The Morton ranch
is now on the market again and Mr.. and
Mrs. Morton are very comfortably stu
ated on Como Farms, EO0-acre tract, of
which "Deac" is resident manager as
we'll as being assistant secretary of the
c ONO Farms Company. Their land lies
next to that of the University Heights
Orcharding Company, where the ten
acre tracts are largely owned by Uni
versity cf Chicago and Wisconsin pro-
fessors, who spend all or parts of the
summer in their bungalows grouped
around the big central clubhouse, all
built of logs, and in perfect harmony
with their surroundings. The lands of
9th companies are situated cup on the
b ench," or first foothills, and the noun
aims that rise behind them are the d.
v loiIS, lluC DCtWOOli hOlllolld aIiu 1OdtlOs
The Bitterroot river flows through the
bottom of the valley, and the scenery,
W hich was wonderful in winter, must be
glorious beyond description when spring
clothes the foot hills in fower-sprinkled
carpet and the cottonwood buds burst out
to add lighter note to the deep green of
the massive pines.
Diversified farming, with emphasis
laid on the dairy industry, the experts
tell US, will be the salvation of the
Bitterroot, where they are gradually
reaching normal again after it's exploita-
ton. Land that sold at from 5000 to
$500 an acre is no longer held at that fig
ure, and healthy normal growth in
population and industries now seems as
sured. We enjoyed our ride in the clear.
crisp air through the little town-where
fine new schoolhouse is in process of
construction--for the three miles to the
little home cup on the bench" The
four room house had been thoroughly re-
novated for the occupancy Of the pres
ent tenants, and it's interior was most
attractive. Greetings exchanged, and
lunch over the three "boys" repaired
to the apple house for tour of inspec-
tion, promising US ride to the club
house on load of oats. Before the oats
were loaded, however, the horses got a
scare and started off on little excur-
sion of their own, from which they re-
turned minus the sled, and with much
resultant damage to the telephone line.
Luckily no one was hurt, but the trip to
the club house was made without passen-
gers.
Our visit in Daily seemed all too short
we literally ''sat up nights" to recall
half forgotten incidents and experiences
of college days, and talk of fellow stu
dents now scattered from Maine to Homo
lulu, from Texas to Alaska, and from