White Bluffs spokesman. [volume] (White Bluffs, Wash.) 1907-1938, 1935-06-20

have done all right too. My brother
in-law, Ivan Beck, beat us for Inter
national sweepstakes one year. And
Mrs. johnson, down by the shore,
grows the best red-kidney seed beans
in the state. There is some talk now
about our all taking new sweet clo-
yer the college has, and keeping it
pure. We have to do things all to-
gether at the same time. We all let
our cattle run in the woods and then
have roundup, with rifles. 1t costs
too much money to charter boat by
yourself"
Back at the cottage-as clean as the
cabin of yadbt, with three guns over
the Kitchen door and the frame Of a
sewing machine, no longer used, dis
playing '.box social" boxes In the par
lor-we saw Louis typewriter, the only
one on the island He uses 1t to &C
knowledge seed orders, and so on. I'VE
got regular business going here now"
said his father. Glow you like these
cakes? Lucky you didn't come last
week or you'd got some of Louie's. One
of us tends the horses; the other fellow
takes the house that week. Two hours
a day is plenty for housekeeping
meals, dishes, scrubbing and all. :. :.
Louis, get the gentlemen some more
cakes and fill them glasses up again"
1t was a smooth cider, in no way
violent It made you feel comfortable
and easy to get along with. Even our
photographer began to show some ex-
preston around the eyes.
George Hutzler said: "Im just a
/ backwoodsman. All this dressing up
and showing off, don't want it. You
fellows come back some time when
there's hunting, and stay week, may
be? It's hot in here. Let's go outside.
Louie, bring out another pitcher of
that cider, and some more cakes, and
show the gentlemen our cup"
Their cup stood all of two feet high
| from base to brim The inscription de-
clared the holder to be winner Of
sweepstakes in the years named for all
classes of seed rye exhibited at the
International Hay and Grain show,
Chicago. "Our name is on the back, y
says George Hutzler, "three times"
"See?" said Louie, showing us.
"George g. Louis Hutzler, South Man
itou Island, Mich Three years out Of
the past five. If we win it again this
| fall, it's our to keep"
eff you don't mind" said the pro-
fessor, "a half glass for me, this time. y
1--WE don't pour half-glasses on this
island" said the elder Hutzler. 'Fill
EN- up, Louie. Fill 'em up"
| After a while, Louie said. "You
| ought'nt leave without going up Sand
mountain "That's right" agreed the
father. 81 took a judge from Chicago
up there once. He just stood and
looked for twenty minutes. He couldn't
say word"
We got to our feet and started hiking
up sloping trail toward a tall bare
sand dune, perhaps mile away. The
beaches along the trail were bright
green and silver The sun struck down
through them with splotches of gold.
II like this TRAIL" said George Hut
zler. II come up here right often in
the summer time"
We were making our way up the
dune sidewise, through thickets stunted
and windbeaten. Suddenly we came out
upon the open summit. "Now, look!" he
/ said. The whole shining island with
its white encircling beaches, and the
endless living blue of Lake Michigan,
was at our feet.
Said George Hutzler: 81 guess there's
plenty other good places to live. Any
body who wants 'em can have 'em.
You couldn't pay me to live anywhere
else. am used to the lake. I'd miss it. I"
| He told us how the island came to
be settled by it's present inhabitants.
"When coal-burners came in, 1t left
some people stranded here. My father
was one of them. He came to this
country from the Old Country on a
sailing boat. 1t took him six weeks
He shipped as a sailor on the lakes.
In the winter he lived at Buffalo. He
got married to my mother there.
call the big lake boats burned wood
then. They would put in here at this
island for wood or when there was a
big blow. It was livelier here then. I
have seen thirty, maybe forty, wood
burners and schooners, all lit up at
night, down by the Point. And we had
big lumber camps here then saving
wood for the boats to burn.
| my father thought maybe lumber
ing like this would pay him more than
being a sailor. He quit the lakes and
made a big enough space here to build
a cabin on. There where the barn is
now. I was born there in 1873.
"But then all the boats began to
burn coal. They didn't come any more
to our island. We had to clear more
land and farm it so as to eat. We
cleared those twenty acres, the two of
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