, 1924-01-23
"Spell of Weather"
Over on Paint Creek

Paint Checkers have a-new occupa-
ton this week of digging tunnels into
their igloes and roads in and put OF
their ranches since the big blow. Ev-
eryone has his private snow drift this
winter. The only man over here that
can't find snow is Mr.. Bostic. He
has been hunting for snow ever since
Christmas, but he says he wants
about six feet of snow to plead his
case before on account of running his
car without a license.
During the last cold snap George
Head took a load of hay to Sand
Coulee and every time he got cold
he upset and shoveled the hay back
onto the rack. He said it took only
eight spills to keep arm until he got
to the camp.
The Paint creek bachelors are all
looking cheerful of late. They have
just come to the realization that this
is leap year and that their chances
are looking rosy. The only false note
in their singing is that Honey Pete,
of Red Gulch, is coming back from
Texas, and that makes the competi-
ton much keener.
Miles Decker came over from Elk
Basin for his family. Mrs. Decker
has been attending a family reunion
at the Broughs. Her sister, Helen,
was also down from Sunlight and
while down was renewing old ac-
quaintances over the telephone. Her
health is evidently much improved.
What about our roads into the
Clarks Fork country? When are we
going to have the drifts out of the
road so that we can get to and from
town? Baker, Schultz and Judge
Manning are out of tobacco and don't
believe they can continue to live with
their families any longer without their
supply of the weed. Baker says he
is going to live with the rest of the
vinegar faces if he is to be deprived
of his lung warmer.
MI. Mcknight seems well pleased
with the complication of his sheep.
Their cheeks have the bloom of youth
and they have that plump appearance
that puts the pleased c~ountenance on
the f1ockmaster. He seems delighted
with his new proposition and has
some nice big plans mapped out for
the next few years.
Well, Paint Creek and Clarks Fork
seem like home again. We're snub-
bling our hayracks and other farm ma
chinery down to the strongest and
deepest corral posts with all the log
chains and barbed wire we've got.
What feeding of hay we do we feed
in capsules. Good thing most of our
ranches are weighted down with a
liberal supply of rocks or they would
all be owe in the next valley. Fred
Schultz started an open air garage
the other day and after he had am
putated all of Henry's vital parts
along gentle zephyrs and pack
them over the fields.
Alvin Bosley got his team back the
other day that has been gone since
last August. Mrs. Ed. Moore found
the horses over on Monument Hill
and brought them over to Paint creek
during the 40 below weather. She lost
her direction and except for he pluck
mess would have frozen to death. Then
some n had the nerve to tell her
that Bosley wouldn't pay the reward
that he had advertised in the Herald.
We've known him too long to believe
that he would try to brow beat a
woman. Anyone with such a frank
open gaze wouldn't do such a thing.
We were riding down through Geo
Heald's ranch the other day and rode
up on George while talking to his cat
tie. His conversation was something
like this: "You get u and rustic,
you $22 cow-brute. What are you
hanging around here for? Think I've
got any $40 hay that it cost me
S15 to put up to feed you? No,ma'am.
You get out to little or big Sand
Coulee, Badger basin or some place
and hustle for yourself" All the shes
went.
We were wondering the other day
what was the cause of all the hilarity
over at the Schnitker ranch-thought
maybe he had just recently uncovered
a cache of moon, but when we went
over to get a little nip he said he was
only whistling and singing because
his frau had come home.
Charles Henson had a home coming
party for the teachers of the west end
of the county Saturday, the 9Th. The
next morning it looked as though the
teachers had all traded their cars for
saddle ponies -. On their way over the
mountains of snow they met the
Schultz girls going to Cody by pack
outfit. That's the popular mode of
conveyance these days.
The Paint Creek Flapper