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Show I Dill A DODGE II THROUGH THE TIB I By Dex. B. Ellis. i Seven, wise ones, in two little1 : Btauncb. Dodge cars wandered away a week ago yesterday to find some j fishing and hunting. "There's noth- ing doing," said Edward, "in the JIne J in this region. It's all fished out. No game, no nothing. Lot's get out into the wide world and hunt us a private game reserve." That was enough for the rest of tthe wise boys. We all headed north somewhere. When some three miles out of the city, Dick looking open-fi open-fi mouthed at the mammoth brick yards at Harrisvllle. He was supposed to :' he steering the Dodge, but had long since forgotten this most essential feature of the trip, and collided with ) a new kiln, just nearlng completion. I Result: Oscar and Jessie were con-':' con-':' siderably jarred, and the poor little :'; Dodge had one of its floating ribs 1 cracked. A run back into town was ; necessary. It consumed five hours of Dr. Blacksmith's time to bring the car around. When all was well again the ;! three disciples went merrily on their way. During the interim, Ed, Ez, Carl and the Prophet Joseph were com- pelled to spend six whole hours in the City of Brigham. They were all but I gone when the little gas cart with the cracked rib, carrying, of course, all the dry and wet supplies, came to their rescue. A hurried run was made j to the outskirts. Another party was i encountered between the Peach City j and Malad. They party In the two . Dodges looked exceedingly good from quite a distance, so the chauffeur of i the big King-Eight compelled his car to straddle the road. No way around The drinks were on the Dodge party. Gentleman Jim presided over the Kangaroo court. Guns were forthcoming, forth-coming, and the merry party of seven were allowed to turn sad faces toward to-ward the west again upon paying the fine One hot. We'll not overlook Gus when traveling is good again because it was his inspiration and at his suggestion that Gentleman Jim imposed the heavy fine. The party reached Malad In good season, and continued on to Garland stopping at the sugar city for the night. A search was made for a garage. gar-age. All full. Everybody owns a Ford or an automobile in Garland. Brother Lewis' place was a fine spot for parking. park-ing. No one was at home. So the cars were run into the garage and the place appropriated for the night. Our apologies, Bra. Lewis. Some day you may come to Ogden. Let us make a suggestion, right here come during our Harvest Festival and Fashion Fash-ion Show, Sept. 7, S, 9 you'll not be out a penny, and the big city will be an illuminating spectacle after so many years of inac Well, come down and see us. No fishing. No hunting. A quick spurt was made next day to McCam-mon, McCam-mon, the City of Harkness. Do', oh my! Hardly enough water to wash. We had a swell dinner, though, at the Hotel oh, I've forgotten the name anyhow, you'll remember, it's the only on-ly one in the town. No fishing. No hunting. A rapid run was made to Bancroft. There is nowhere near as much game at this place as there was in Bro. Bancroft of Oregon Short Line fame. Once over for the little burg, and on to Soda Springs. Plenty of fishing, says Bro. Joseph, and all his other little brothers, Ez, Os. Carl Ed, Jes and well, Dick didn't say anything because be-cause he was tearing off a tire that the road had tore a hole in as big as your head. A little more hard luck with tires, and we decided to camp out all night with nothing to camp with. A nice little creek flowed jauntily through the valley, over the rocks, etc. It was dark. We all got our fishing equipment and set to for an hour's angling. Nary a fish. Sleen was had in the autos, three in a pile. What a sad awakening! "Upon investigation, in-vestigation, in the morning, it was found the pretty little, bubbling trout, stream, was a boiling torrent. The temperature of the water was something some-thing like 550 Fahrenheit; and its source was easily located about COO yards from our camping grounds four gurgling, splashing, volcanic springs, that never housed a trout in its four thousand years of existence. Bro. Joseph, the speckled prophet, was about to be fined heavily, when Jessie Jes-sie explained that Joseph and himself had stayed up all night with the pasteboards paste-boards and he explained that Joseph was in no condition to be imposed upon. up-on. So the party took the advice of an old-stager, and went up through the Tin-cup Canyon on the way to Freedom. I have seen exhibitions in the movies of a car riding on one wheel over the Rockies, plowing up the stately pines and blazing Its own trail into the Far West. All these exhibitions ex-hibitions are exceedingly tame when compared to the Tincup Canyon Highway. Jt's some highway, too, boys. We rode over boulder as high as the Eccles Wait a minute! Ruts, why they were so deep you couldn't see the bottom. And climb, we went up ten thousand feet, more or less in two hours, and went down the same number of feet in two seconds, sec-onds, if you want to do the shoot-the-shutes, the whlrle-glg, the merry-go-round and all the frills that are not contained in these pastimes with a car enter into the Canyon of the Tincup. If you don't jump out of the cup onto the handle and from the handle Into a geyser or paint pot, you can consider con-sider your chances of a peaceful future fu-ture exceedingly safe. No fishing. No hunting. We entered en-tered Freedom at midnight midst a beautiful downpour that covered the murky highway to a depth of several feet. Edward had a brother at Thayne, only sixteen miles, all on low gear. Well, Edward was driving the car that blazed the train through Tincup, Tin-cup, and he had a right to lead. So on we went. Not bo bad, either. We reached Charley Stoker's place some after the midnight hour. I'm glad, we're all glad ve came. Wo wouldn't have missed meeting Charley Stoker for all the ranches in the little valley. val-ley. He's a prince of a good fellow. Lives a long ways from here, but he's civilized. He's honest, too. Rather dubious about good fishing and hunting. hunt-ing. Two days were spent with Charley. Char-ley. During this time Bro. Joseph, Ez and Jess succeeded In replenishing replenish-ing their flattened wallets. In fact, it was about an even break when we departed for Afton. Ah, a wet one! No fiehing. No hunting. We arrived ar-rived at noon. Stopped at a real nice hotel, refreshed ourselves. Looked over the little town, and decided to go back and spend another night with Charley Stoker. Mrs. Stoker and her lovely daughter put up the best eats we had on the whole trip. Boy, boys, whatever you do, don't pass up Charley Char-ley Stoker's ranch If you happen to go by way of Thayne. We started on the home trip next morning at sunrise. Came all the way by the Overland Route, through Logan, Lo-gan, Hyrum, Preston, Franklin, etc. This is a beautiful road. We had not a single mishap except tire trouble on the six hundred mile journey. No fishing. No hunting. Those who composed the party were: Edward Ed-ward Stoker, Dex B. Ellis, Ez Richardson, Rich-ardson, Os Richardson, Carl Olson, Jos. Richardson and Jess Singleton. Moral: If you want to fish and hunt, and get something, stick around close to your home town. It's just as good here as any place, and a whole lot better than most places. |
