The Idaho recorder. [volume] (Salmon City, Idaho) 1886-1927, 1919-02-28
TALES OF A TRAVELER

gTIE NlLAOAA an tDit6 AtOP" - -
lternediate stations and really the
ears they drive are so speed hungry
they fairly eat up the miles. NO, per-
haps if one really wished 70 see the
lcoiintry they should take the G.. and
J 2 IL goes / e i & r al2rg the
Iqcrogs that famous Horse Prairie we
have lust talked OF II gives you
worlds Of time 10 see both Montana
and Idaho from The divide where the
road crosses over, 1t stops at all sta
ton long enough for you TO get ac-
quainted with the people and form
| an opinion of how you Ike them, IL
neanders down one OF the most de-
liieMful(?) valleys you never lived in,
liz letters along the banks or the
streams giving ample time for one
| TO step from the front end OF the
| train catch basket OF fish and
catch the rear end as 1t comes along.
and yes, | think the train Is pref
cradle II one wants to see the coun-
TRY. us an outrage TO ones sense Of
enjoyment to try to hang onto the
seats of stage car when they are
making curves at about sixty miles
an hour But, that's the way some
people insist on travelling and we
have to please the public"
He was thinking. | watched him
ont of the corner Of my eye. wonder
ing also just what might be in store
for me in "The Sweet BY And By
for telling such an-imagination. r.
eyeilently thought well of the colos-
sal imagination for he said. with
Gratifying interest, II have never Wis
tied that country over there al
though | have heard much of It,
shall try and take a trip in there this
very summer. What sort Of fishing
tackle do you recommend? Wha'
kind of fish are to be found in the
streams there
| felt sort of dazed. 1t was q NEW
experience to me TO be believed so
implicitly. Only one word dinned in
my ears found Salmon"
said in a loud voice. Eyes were
turned our way; the whole coach
stared. didn't need any Of Hughes
e. McCaleb rouge.
And what do they catch them
with he asked seriously.
r. II was stumped. What the dickens
did they catch 'en with anyway? A
rod and fly-Spoonhooks- Grasshop-
OBSERVATION-DISCLOSURES. stared
at him dumbly. He waited. thought
rather puzzled at my long silence
for an answer. Did you ever try to
thing Of something so hard that the
space in your head ached? | have
Then enlightenment dawned | beam
ed until my face resembled the ris-
Ing sun--you've seen pictures OF the
rising sun-why hadn't thought of
II before. Never mind" | said con
fidentially. Don't you bother your
head about IT, Just you wait until you
get on the train and then ask the
conductor. He can tell you all about
it--fish and fishing. That conductor
Ia real bureau OF information to
those who ride"
What Is his name?" he inquired.
Andy" | answered promptly and
truthfully. Then as an after-thought
lBurnham. Andy Burnham."
! grabbed that vanity case, | mean
that black leather bag OF lead paint
and made for the door. My head was
in the clouds. my thoughts in the
land OF by-gone*iays. | failed to see
the man ahead who was clothed in
an outer garment the long tails of
which swept the floor as he went
down the steps. My feet as | said.
were not too small and. as said,
comfortably shod: l planted them
hanly on the fabric of that coat. II
was a strong piece of goods. bal.
anced periously forward backward
" was well | was no fairy. The man
was Obliged to pause: there was
nothing left for him to do. | stepped
back. he went on. | groggily followed.
Goodness!" said to the nice ma.
tient brakeman. as he took my feath.
er weight grip. saw me safely to the
ground and placed IL securely In NV
hands. III hadn't been strong
enough to stop that man wouldn't I
have gotten nice tumble?"
Why no." he answered in n voice
OF pleasant ice that is all this rail.
road has hrakemen for-to keen wo.
men from falling down the steps.
Now the only railroad | know any.
thing about don't do any such thing.
SO In the half light from station and
train peered suspiciously up into
his face. Underlying that pleasant
voice and patient air did biting sar.
easm lurhs What do you Think Then
can't figure out yet what the dicl.
ems made me do II but grinned. and
believe me the rising sun had moth.
ing on me in that grin Well. smiles
eegot smiles, You don't believe ~
Well you Just try H. For moment
he scowled vtciously then a broad
grin ran over his face. like choke
Ieherry Jelly over nice, white butter.
ed bread and | beat Il for the wei,
iit up part OF town. Don't misiudce
me. any speaking Of the electric
lighted streets. Someway | was han
py. uoodnes. | thought. it's a good old
world after all