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Show 4 CITIZEN THE - OTE m&WT WAS 9 ESlLAffiK PUBLIC OPINION By Bill Durham But, did you foller 'em any length atall, Bill?" Yep, I answered, I follered em two, three hundred yards. Right up the wash they went. Three-toe- d tracks about a foot long, and with a stride. T'aint possible, Joe put in, and Taint spat stolidly into the fire. no sech critter as could make a track Dya think sech a thing could still How long ago did them things mess up th' landscape? About two, three million years. Aw, rats, then they couldnt be none now, thout. somebodyd see be alive? six-fo- ot cm. Maybe not. But I saw em. The four of us were silent. A wicked storm was lashing the ragged crests of the Wah Wall's. The night was black, ominous. Relieved by livid flashes of lightning. North of us a long surf of flame beat against the sky, where a tongue of cedars along a dry wash blazed fired by one of the vicious bolts which had found a mark. The little tent before which we sat, and the restless fire of sage brush seemed woefully insecure against the gathering forces of the elements. My paint horse moved into the grub wagon and nickered nervously. Whadd 'ya think 'ud make a track like thet, Bill? This a damn funny country. Men aint ben all over it. Somethin might be roamin around out there thet haint been Ranch was frankly puzzled. seen. Well, Mike ruminated, Theys a story r minin around that thes wieried things agoin on hereabouts. I dont like it. The Piutes claims that the Wah Wah's talks to their-selof a night. Whimper like a lost calf, er like somebody as aint laid away right. That's probly a cliff splittin Th aint off, Joe insisted stoutly. nothin loose in this country we haint seen less its a Side Hill Galoot, er a Wampus Cat! That might be an it might not, I answered, But them tracks are a different story. We haven't seen all there is to see in this country. Its unhealthy. When I was packin' for Dr. Davis down Kanab Creek once, he had books that told of ungodly critters that used to live hereabouts. I remember there was one that was sort of like a bird with tent pole legs, and three big toes. It had a nasty head like the skull of a studhorse, with all the teeth in. Itd gallevant around the country pickin up rabbits and birds an other game. The Doc said it could run like a fs Coyote. 0 A helluva pleasant party to meet Said Joe. on a trail at night! But its a strange country. The desert, sterile and alone on the east the Wah Wah's wild and unconquerable on the west. Desolate, unmolested this land has lain, locking its secrets tight since the world began. Who knows what lies beyond the timid trails man has made ? The wind sucked out the last flame from our tiny fire. It scattered white ashes into our faces. Ranch laughed uneasily, and rumpled his hair. You could almost see the electric sparks fly from it. T don't believe Suddenly the world lit up in a fierce white glare. Every bush, every ridge stood out clean cut and clear. Out of the north the heavens blazed. The sky was incadescent. A detonating report Crash! rocked the earth, blowing the light stars that into a million drifted to the earth burned out, were spent. The night was black and still again. A meteor. My voice was shaky. Im going to turn in. As Joe followed me into the tent, I saw him furtively place his heavy .45 beside his boots. Maybe not. like that. ' Letters to . vari-color- ed M SallC Lake Salt Lake has given way to Public Opinion are to be addressed to The Citizen , 420 Ness Building, Salt Lake City. They are to be written on one side of the paper, and are not to exceed 250 words. Constructive criticism is sought on affairs concerning business, political and Letters development. should be signed, and ' if de- social sired to appear under another name, that should be designated. To The Edito-r- Plant a rose or something? a garden lover, and I just want to add a word in commendation of your little story urging Salt Lakers to beautify their home surroundings. There are lots of people who do not realize how wonderfully a home can be fixed, and who content themselves with some half-don- e planting, and become disgusted with the results and abandon it altogether. We have not the finest home in the city by any means. As a matter of fafct, it is just about average. But . my friends say that it stands out in the street on which we live so that it is by all odds the most attractive dwelling in that section. We have not spent such a great deal of money on it, but it has taken a great deal of work. We have had a lot of enjoyment in fussing around, though, and it has been real fun almost every hour that we have put into it. Not only is it a pleasure to live in a home landscaped as ours, but real estate men have placed a valuation on it several hundred dollars more than would have been placed had we been content only with half done landscaping or none at all. D. S. W. Neva- da as stopping place for Goldie Laden, 19, hailed my many as Americas poet laureate, who is completing another of her national tours. Miss Laden, who hails from Savannah, Georgie, Suh! is a believer that inspiration does not necessarily spell poetic success, and has taken to the trail to gain an insight into the whys of art and the ways Im It is reported that in the present revolution the Mexican aviators have done a great deal of damage but mostly to themselves. Professor Einstein was found to be in hiding recently on his birthday. Most of us like to go into hiding on our birthdays after we reach forty. of human nature. Her visit in Salt Lake was brief, but during the stop she published the sixth edition of her book, of her poems. 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