White Bluffs spokesman. [volume] (White Bluffs, Wash.) 1907-1938, 1923-01-05
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The fourth day out my standing
with the men sank another twenty-five
per cent. Thus was fifty per cent
below their original estimate had
toiled through the first three days,
keeping up with the best of them,
pitching my share Of the load and
holding my turn under the header
spout The first night was dead
tired; the physical agony 1 suffered
was terrible; the muscles of my arms
and legs and back were thoroughly
tried out that day, and muscles which
| had never dreamed were in my body
were sore as boils. The second day
was as bad as the first. The third
day I began to notice change; the
work was not nearly SO strenuous, and
| did not ache so much at the end of
the day.
It was on this third day that the
men really began to consider my So
journ seriously; when they first saw
me some of them thought might last
three days. Others were doubtful.
On the third day, however. the stacker
watched me pitch for a few minutes
and then remarked, II don't see where
the little devil gets his strength. You
sure wouldn't think it was in him to
look at him."
Moved to Another Ranch.
That same evening our outfit moved
to the Hanson ranch nearby to cut a
sixty acre tract. rolled in my blan.
kets that night with the knowledge
of a days work well done and the
pride OF being elevated little higher
in the crews estimation.
Next morning at daybreak we rolled
from the hay, fed our horses, tied to
our respective header-boxes, and
went in to eat breakfast. AS was
the first one to leave the field the day
before was the first to go under the
spout that morning | was still hav-
ing difficulty Harvesting my horses;
as a consequence that morning at
breakfast hurried through SO that
might get away and get hooked up in
time to start with the header.
AS / rose from the table the men
looked up in surprise: I was gener-
ally the last one to leave the table.
One Of them called out, What's the
matter, kid? Haven't lost your appe
tite, have you? Hard day ahead; bet
ter eat some more. To which paid
no attention stepped outside and
hurried to my horses.
A Green City Kid.
AS l was Harvesting heard the
spike-pitch telling the owner of the
ranch that was green city kid and
that / had probably left the table SO
soon so that might get hooked up in
time.
was struggling with the names
It seemed everything was going
wrong. We. had laid our harness on
the ground behind the horses the
night before. found had not placed
my harness back far enough and IL
was thoroughly scattered after the
horses had finished tromping over it.
Finally got two harnesses on prop
erly. Then I started Harvesting Bar
ney. I got the collar on in the cor
rect fashion; then I stood on my tip
toes and showed the harness over his
back. I attempted to tighten the
names strap. / found it absolutely re
fused to tighten even to the first hole.
This surprised me; the morning be-
fore remembered distinctly that l
had no such trouble I struggled and
sweated. Then called upon my newly
acquired vocabulary. Ali to no avail.
1 pulled and tugged and twisted
and nearly yanked Barney off his feet.
BY this time I was nervous and excit-
ed and terrified that would not get
into the field in time The other two