The Miller press. [volume] (Miller, S.D.) 190?-current, 1922-08-10
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by REV. r. J. SIMONS

tain the old style that Is SO much look
ed down upon by the boys that are
always dressed for the bali room or
the stage, even when they are on the
street or selling goods over the coun-
ter or pounding a typewriter In an
Office. They, the hill Billies and Sal
lies, dance In overails and Knockers or
breeches just as they walk or ride and
in the square dances click their heels
on the floor. It's mighty little gliding
one sees.
But to the matter Of effort and COM
petition. There are certain kinds OF
warfare up here-I believe any reader
will approve the action of our party,
Mr.. and Mrs. Costain and family OF
Huron included, in trying to dispatch
a big ratier hat reared itself in front
of a rock along the road In another
little gulch that we were tramping
from the Water Power Electric Plant
to an abandoned logging camp. The
RATHER won. He slipped down among
the rocks along side the streamlet that
IL followed by the road among the
frs, the aspens and the birches.
It is q comfortable thing to have a
dog along in wild country. He, Bligh-
ty, attracted our attention on ahead
by walking sideways in a semi-circle
with his nose pointing towards the
diamond back, keeping. his distance.
How did he know II was a venomous
variety? Here is a suggestion of effort
and warfare, but not really OF Compel
ition, as the snake plainly showed.
He recognized he had no chance
!, against us in the open. Before we
men could throw the second stone he
was out of range. He didn't make any
fuss about II either. They don't rattle
nor coil to strike this time of year.
They are shedding their skins and get
ting ready to enjoy the winter in hib-
ernation. He's an honorable gentle
man. too. He warns you before he
| strikes even In self defense.
We met other stingers that evening
and let a habit, which We think Is
| good anywhere, control us. Coming
| down the gulch and lifting our eyes
to the trees above. after a momen OF
| surprised, we recognized a huge
swarm OF honeybees, on an ash limb
| almost wei the path. 1t was a JOY to
tell our friend, the superintendent OF
| the power plant. 1t was just the news
he wanted. For he had a hive ready
| for a swarm. OF cours he will cut
a "bec tree or two in October, but 1t
is handy to have one OF your own in
the yard next to the ground
Well, talking about habits, nature
has her own, but you can't break them.
Over I'm Prairie Gulch are the remains
of a railroad-namely some ties i'm
, bedded in the dirt among the stones
and In the piles of huge hewn timbers
over the creek that were once bridges.
almost every one of them a confused
mass over and in the ripping water.
The rails have been removed. AS !
fish up for spreckled trout and walk
down with whatever luck the day al
fords I always rejoice in the wreck
age. For nature has again come into
it's own. l thought surely 1t has beer
many years since little Prairie uncov-
erred itself. But no.. An old-timer tells
me the road was only completed about
four years ago. and then the next 9
great food wrecked 1t. Did the creei
defend the hills and itself In time
An, no. The lumber company go
what It wanted-about a million fee
of FIR and pine. Away up at the head
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