The Idaho Republican. [volume] (Blackfoot, Idaho) 1904-1932, 1919-11-18

LIVESTOCK OF crop proposition. They
are busy bunch and are helping to
make Idaho even greater than she
now Is.
4 am going to compare Idaho to a
Great Big Modern Farm Bungalow.
i Commencing at the northwest end,
l will call that section of the state
as far south as Weiser, the store
room. Stored with minerals of un-
told wealth, beautiful lakes and val
leys, thousands and thousands of
acres of forest reserves teeming with
both sheep and cattle. =.
/ | stepped into the kitchen at Wei
ser.
| hate to put Boise, that magnifi-
cent capital, in the kitchen but this
is a big, capacious kitchen, loaded
with all the good things you can
think of, and extending as far east
as Shoshone. / will say here that
perhaps as many as 20 sugar fac
tories adorn the state. Large irri-
| cation canals, beautiful farms and
ranches, thrifty little cities, all the
way across.
think / saw the best horses and
mules around Caldwell of any place
l know Of. A fine country around
Gooding and Bliss. Thousands of
hogs raised here. Then, on to Sho-
shone. This is wealthy sheep
] mans town. They have been there
| for years. | think Fred Gooding
told me he had been in the sheep
business for over hundred years.
met a nice bunch of fellows at
| their club rooms, the evening l was
there, but honestly, those fellows
don't think sheep can be sold west
of Chicago. One man told me he
| had heard that we had lot Of pens
but no market, and when | told him
that during the months of October
and November in both 1917 and
1918, we handled from one to three
hundred thousand more sheep per
month than any other market in the
| United States, and that we had
eleven packing concerns to take care
of the business, he simply fell over
dead.
| had another little conversation
with Shoshone man that evening,
| and few weeks ago l received
very nice letter from him, in which
he said in part: Although my
lambs went to Chicago, our little
visit last summer aroused my curl
osity to the extent that | have been
watching your market and was
agreeably surprised to note that it
has kept pace with the eastern mark
cts. You can expect trial ship
ment from me next season."
Here I step into the dining room
which takes In Twin Falls, Burley,
Rupert, American Falls and north.
east to st. Anthony.
Unless you have travelled over this
part of Idaho, you cannot imagine
the floor space of this magnificent
dining room. The Twin Falls coun-
try reminds me of an old, settled
community in Iowa, and here let me
give you a few figures for the state
fer livestock. This is in dollars.
Cattle-10 million. Hogs mil
lion. Horses-20 million. Sheep
1 5 million, and mind you, Idaho was
only admitted as a state July 3rd,
1890.
The Burley country is irrigated
farms as far as you can see. Ameri-
can Falls, if I am not mistaken,
shipped more wheat in single sea-
son than any other one point in the
l took little side trip to HALEY
and Ketchum. High, cool, summer
resorts, with mountain scenery that
invites you to stay all summer and
cattle and sheep on thousand hills
Back to the main line and up to
Blackfoot, where I saw large fri
gated tracts and large acreage yet
to be developed. 1t is rather an odd
scene there, to an easterner, to see
the Indians meandering into town
in the morning, squatting around in
shady hooks and corners of the town
during the day, and in the evening
to watch them leisurely strolling
back to their teepes on the reserva-
ton. A race almost forgotten
Subdued in the harness. Making an
awkward stagger at farming and
stock raising. Idaho has 1000 In
dians.
I do not want to forget to men,
tion that busy little city of Idaho
Falls with her 5000 people. The
street scenes there on summer
evening remind me of some principal
thoroughfares of some of. our east
ern cities. Rexburg and st. Anthony
are both flourishing little cities, and
only short distance from Yellow
stone National park.
I retraced my steps over the same
line of railroad and opened the door
and stepped into the parlor at Po-
catello. Pocatello, with her 20,-
900 people, should be called the
Golden Gateway to the east. Strange
as it may seem, they built the bath
room of this bungalow directly off
from the parlor. opened the bath
room door at Lava Hot Springs, went
in and took a bath; then sauntered
along up the line, through Alexan-
der, a little side trip to Malad, a
beautiful valley, and arrived at Soda
Springs, with her dozens Of natural
soda fountains bubbling forth from
mother earth and say, that is the
best drink I have ever had (since
Cokeville went dry.
Mr.. Picken, the railroad agent at
Soda Springs informed me that he
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