Coulee City dispatch. [volume] (Coulee City, Wash.) 19??-19??, 1923-12-28


he menu until Pinkey came to a
halt and said with dramatic bes-s
ture:
There's your future home, Mr..
Macpherson! That what call a
regular paradise"
AS Mr. Macpherson stared at the
Elysium Indicated endeavoring to
discover the resemblance, surprise
kept him silent.
So far as he could see, it in no
wise differed from the arid plain
across which they had ridden. 1t
was a pebbly tract, covered with
sagebrush and cacti, which dropped
abruptly to creek-bed that had no
water in it. Filled with sudden mis-
givings, he asked feebly:
Whats it good for?'
Look at the view!" said Pinkey,
impatiently.
Il can't eat scenery
eth be a great place for dry
farmin'"
Wallie looked at crack big
enough to swallow him and observed
humorously:
Il should judge So
"You see," Pinkey explained, en-
Enthusiastically, ''bein' clost to the
mountains, the snow lays late in the
| spring and all the moisture they is
you git it."
II see." Wallie nodded compre-
hensively. why didn't you take 1t
yourself, Pinkey?"
| ooh, 1 got to make Twin"
There was food for thought in the
answer, and Wallie pondered it as
he got stiffly out of the saddle.
Can be of any assistance?" ne
asked, politely.
"You can git the squawaxe and
hack out place fer background
and you can hunt up some fire-wood
and take bucket out of the pack
and go to the crick and locate some
water while I'm finding place tc
picket these horses"
Because it would hasten supper
it seemed to Wallie that wood and
water were of more Importance than
clearing place to sleep, so he col
lected a small pile of twigs and dead
sagebrush, then took an aluminium
kettle from his camping utensils and
walked along the bank of Skull
Creek looking for pool which con-
tanned enough water to fill the kettle.
He finally saw one, and planting his
heels in a dirt slide, shot like a to-
boggan some twenty feet to the bot
TOM Filling his kettle, he walked
back over the boulders looking for a
more convenient place to get up than
he one he had descended
He was abreast of the camp before
he knew it.
"Whur you goin'?" Pinkey, who
had returned, was hanging over the
edge watching him stumbling along
with his kettle of water.
'I'm hunting place to get up
| said Wallie, tartly.
How did you git DOWN."
WAY back there"
"Why didn't you git up the same
way?"
Couldn't - without spilling the
water"
"I'll git rope and snake you.
"This doesn't seem like very
convenient location" said Wallie
quarulously.
"You can cut out some toe-holts
tomorrow" Pinkey suggested, cheer
fully "The ground has got such a
good slope to drain the corrals is thu
reason l picked it to build on"
This explanation reconciled Wal
lie to the difficulty of getting water
To build fire and make the coffee
was the work of a moment, but u
seemed twenty four hours to Wallie,
sitting on saddle-blanket watching
every move like a hungry bird-dog
He thought he never had smelled
anything so savory as the odor OF
potatoes and onions cooking, and
when the aroma of boiling coffee was
added to it!
Pinkey stopped slicing ham tc
point at the sunset.
"Aint that a great picture?"
Gorgeous" Wallies agreed with
out looking.
IF 1 could paint
"Does it take long to make gravy?'
Wallie demanded, impatiently.
mot so very. I'll git things goin
and let you watch 'em while l &C
and take a look at them buzzard
heads If a horse amt used to bein
on picket he's liable to go scratchin
his ear and git caught and choke
hissel."
Couldn't we eat first?" Wallie
asked, plaintively.
mo, I'll feel easier if l know they
amt tangled. Keep stirrin' thu
gravy SO it won't burn on YOU" liz
called back "And set the coffee OF
in couple of minutes"
Wallie was on his knees absorbed
in his task of keeping the gravy
from scorching when a sound made
, him turn quickly and look behint