Semi-weekly herald., 1917-03-08

Prill Brinkerhoff is feeding his
big bunch of sheep in the neighbor-
hood. Prill yearns for his cabin in
the hills, while Mrs. Prill likes the
city. We want them to compromise
on town home at Marvel
Saturday evening large number
of the young people gathered at the
Jasper Hayhurst home, to tender
that popular family farewell re-
ception. They are soon to leave for
the Northwestern part of the state.
They are old settlers, and splendid
people, and with vain regrets we see
them leave.
"Uncle Johnnie" Miller has bought
new Ford from the Marvel Motor
company, and will henceforth divide
his time between the Ford, and the
old log cabin of his homestead days.
having sold his fine ranch east of
town to r. NJ. Cocoran, friend of
our townsman J. A. Bell. Mr.. and
Mrs. Cocoran have just arrived from
the east, and taken possession Of
their new farm. They win be an
asset to the community
] Wn, Rakr anI L',.n,l, fs,oa., ..a<.....
ed last week from their Arizona
trip. They had to run their Ford
across the Navajo reservation to
Gallup, distance of so miles. in low
gear on account of mud. They went
from Gallup to Kingman by train
and thence to Oatman by stage
Among other local people now at
Oatman, they found the Waters
Brothers. They report little snow
at Gallup, but Spring on in full force
in Arizona, and muddy roads every
where. Business conditions they
found very good, with plenty of work
for everybody. Much stock being
wintered in Arizona, but hay scarce
and high. The boys had to pay 10
cents each time for enough wood to
build their camp fire. When they
got back to Gallup however, the most
welcome sight they had seen was
Lizzie waiting to take them home,
They report the discovery of the
garden spot of the world-upon their
arrival home.
The writer has made three trips to
Durango from Ft. Lewis mesa, in the
last 30 days, by wagon, by Ford and
by bob-sled. 1t has been an unmit-
igated pleasure, we don't think, Bv
wagon, the start was alright, AS WINS
the finish, but for about ten miles
IN the middle, the snow was simplv
too strong for wagon traffic. The
sled traffic had beaten down \ patb
IN the center, but too narrow for a
wagon. The wagon wheels were in
snow several feet deep
A few miles from Durango we los,
the snow, but the poor "Simp" who
was trying it in a sled, acquired that
agonlzed look, and with plenty of
reason at that. Three miles more in
the mud, that wouldn't slide, with
tired horses and the women and
Kids walking to save the team.
Now picture yourself irving that
road with Ford, and you will fall
INTO our way of wondering whether
the road gang goes south with the
rest of the migratory birds in the
"inter time, or hibernates with the
chipmunks and county commission
ers.
Summer roads now and summer
roads 20 years ago are not in the
same class at all, but the winter roads
are always about the same. The
farmer works in his fields all sum-
mer while his city cousin fits by ON
the good road watching the old boy
work. The city man hibernates in
the winter, while the farmer blows
IN his leisure time bucking snow
drifts, mud holes, and rock slides, in
order to get grub to town for the
city fellows to eat.
FOR the love of Mike, lets get to-
gether for the betterment of winter
.oads Wide tread sleds would help.
better plans would be welcome.
GIRLS KEPT COMAiITNInN