| Show TIlE THE WIND A BLESSING G GHow Row How the tho Gales that Sweep Wyoming Find APpreciation There They call the wind a blessing In Thus accepted It is Ie bountiful blessing It Is generous nerous and unstinted There are In other parts or of the country but none like Wyoming In winter It has the chief ot of success It possesses POSSesS eS pa patience tience and Uld perseverance and the cheer cheerful tul ful and blatant confidence of at an ad adanee advance vance anee a agent nt It where It and It to blow almost mOli t It sounds Its blast over ocr niece mesa and over whited plain Its long drawn Is like the I howl around the corners ot of the tho isolated I ranch Ilo house Its solemn chant Is like th the echo ut of II a pUling passing bell In the ears I ot of the numbed and toiling herder who vaguely agu ly his struggling p through the dim vistas I of the driving It nips alps t the e lanks of at the tho sturdy broncho and drives the cattle to the skimp shelter ot of the little hollows hollos of at I the tooth foothills III s where spring discovers their thin and pitiable prune prone In the sunshine It is a And yet coyote coote and hereditary In all things else rise up to call th the breezes breeze blessed Blessed sed th the coyote coote lrI cries because tire the of oC steer and sheep and horse serves cenes to 10 eke out the rood food sU supply pI sometimes but scant and difficult Winter has no noI I moro moru eloquent expression than the whimper ot of the hungry coyote coote At n nIght ht its III cry r some warm Interior or of ranchers dugout or shed camp 1 and azul tails like thE or t n a 1 h I h HOund hua has a bf bloodcurdling n 1 g undertone that yet H transformed a babes complaint To the unaccustomed ear It Is IB almost t Intolerable In Its sad aM chilling In liB its threatening intone lion The Ihl Is 18 used to It And pauses only to wonder what whal deviltry the varmint Is up UD to new And It if It suits his convenience ire he stops time UIO cry with II a bullet The sh sheep JI mn awn call the wind II a blessing for tor the most mOlt obvious reason In the world But Dut the wInd Ind tho they tell you ou no sheep oo Id live the winter on the flats The snow drops a dull white whitt ball LII upon the land Inches upon inches the succulent grasses 9 and WId salt Ire I ii to tee d J F searching nose to Ibid out Were it to lie there with the sun In the wake of the atoms sheeting tim snow with it crust of itO flU flock hut be mere than the wind bios saved the sheep for it baa uncovered the graess and sage and thor thoris is a marvel itt the nibbling poweN of a good healthy Bingham Lu Denver Field ansI Farm |
