, 1924-08-13

mountains uuue and pack hOrs-
es are willing and trustworthy car
riers to places inaccessible by wheel
or motor, with a brief-case ward
robe for the trip.
Only one entirely blind to ma
1estic and colorful grandeur will
refuse to be thrilled as he crosses
Dead Indian hill and suddenly sees
before him. a vast panorama of
range upon range of unharnessed
mountains. AS he approaches the
now historic Sunlight ranch he can
not put down the cry in conscious
ness, like the voice in Kipling's
Explorer"
Till a voice, as bad as Cons
%cience. rang interminable changes
on n everlasting whisper day and
night repeated-so: Something hid
den. Go and find it. Go and look
behind the ranges. Lost and wait
ing for you. Col"
However, many are truly glad to
come to earth" at the end of a
twenty-mile Impractical saddle trip,
especially when there is awaiting
the party a "Simon-pure" supper of
trout from the Sunlight river Just
forded. And one is further remind
ed OF the original meaning of lady
"a giver of bread when enjoying
the hospitality of the gracious host
'ess and little daughter, Miss Kath-
crime.
On the previous day young Dom
aid had wrangled over a Ions forest
InnIInfain trosI
tendent, Mrs. Minnie Ide, and her
sister, Mrs. Siebert, prominent in
Los Angeles club circles.
Doubtless part of the charm of
the Sunlight ranch is the observance
of the homely virtues. Each Sunday
Is observed as a day of rest for man
n beast, and there are no blue
mondays, even the string of dude
horses coming in with the break of
day and toll of bell, seemingly cons
-cious of their last and perhaps most
sigma service to over-civilized peo-
pies; doubtless in particular cases
also that they are being wrangled
by none other than a 'dudine'
turned savage who has forgone two
hours sleep to join the real cow
boys-at this time Miss Margery
Eells, home demonstration agent,
formerly of New Jersey, but now a
sworn devotee of the west.
At the Sunlight ranch no state
was so widely represented the first
week in August as New Jersey. AS
MISS Eells' guest came Miss M
Ethel Jones. of New Brunswick,
leader of girls extension work in
That state, who wholly unaccus-
TONED to other than her own N. J..
motor. nevertheless welcomed all
hat turns earth's smoothness
rough" and counted highly worth
while the 80 miles-per-day saddle
back round trip to Crandall Creek
ranger station owe Lodgepole trail,
within sight of no other human
change than the Lodgepole tel
ephone line of the Shoshone national
forest: Indeed the fire sighted by
the erstwhile forest ranger, Simon
Snyder, now dude wrangler, was not
man-caused, but started from a bolt
of lightning.
To further punctuate the trip and
give it a realistic western complex
Ion, Mr.. Snyder and his efficient
mate, Jess with the aid of the
Oxford tutor and Jackie" broke
a hi~gh-spirited colt. which succumb-
ed after many throes and more or
less humbly led the string back to
the old home corrals. This feat, so
fraught with kind understanding of
sense" was enjoyed by no one
more than Master John Henry Ham
imond, nephew of Mrs. Gertrude
Vanderbilt Whitney. who has placed
an indelible inscription upon the
Cody country.
Our first dude week, not too
exempt from public haunt" ended
pack guests, among them the lively
Alice, truly in wonderland and her
charming mother, Mrs. Wheelock,
OF New York City. who are spend
ing their second summer at Sun
light ranch, and say ever a short
three weeks is worth the long trip
from their summer home in the
east. They took the trail toward
the Be%artooths, while the Cody party
faced again the worlds laboratories,
heartily agreeing with all the SEN
timents in the Snyder guest book,
and looking, at the end of another
20 saddle miles wrangled by Bud"
Waugh, to the smile and bacon
awaiting all at Mary Says Inn;
and being sure we could hence
forth think more clearly and con-
s%istently. Recreation" was voted
by all as the highest" if not the
most economic use of our scenic
Shoshone forest.