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The Adams County Record Wednesday, January 25, 2012 Page 5 Oo*e and Bloody Mouth Continuing with the snow by night. And no I not only knew that did not stop, and I fired story told by California one could possibly cross I was being closely fol- instantly. I do not miss poeL Joaquin Miller. in it by day, as I have lowed by beasts, but I my aim with a pistol. the San Francisco Call explained, knew they were black; There is more than one newspaper, July 1892: The snow on either and I knew there were man besides myself, I knew my brother side of the narrow steep three of them; and I however, to tell that. was waiting, never so and dark trail reached knew they were not The gaunt, ugly beast anxiously, at the other my armpits: often my down in the trail. I did threw his head around, end of the road. I knew hat rim. I got to the top not know what they snapped viciously at a he came out every night exhausted, dazed---in were. But the one thing companion, and then as far as the foot of Dead fact dizzy---from walk- that most startled me sprang twice or thrice Horse Hill. three miles. I ing, climbing, cork- was the ghostly fact that around, rolled down and could shout to him from screwing that black and they made no noise. A was dead. the top of Dead Horse slippery serpent, dog makes a scratch- Five hundred yards Hill. a mile. and he could My both hands were ing sort of noise on the more and I would be on shout back. so that in bleeding from contact snow crust as he moves the top of Dead Horse fact I had only 10 miles with. the sharp edges of over it. A bear's claws Hill and could be heard. up and over the great the walls of snow, and will rattle like bones on I ran. I flew. I tried to black spur of Mount I had long since stuck the snow as he walks; shout as I ran, but feel- Idaho to make alone, my pistol in my belt to all beasts, in fact, except ing my voice gone. I But it was hard, steep, surely keep the powder those of the cat family, wheeled about, a derrin- slick as glass in places, dry. But only three miles can be heard on occa- ger in my light hand, and for all this was passable, more and I would halt sions like this. But these blazed away. The shaggy so many feet polished and shout above the black and ghostly beasts brute fell, but was up these icy steps by day; pine tops down Dead were as noiseless as are and on me instantly, no one daring to try the Horse Hill, and I knew I the dead. ahead of the other one. pass by night for fear of would have an answer! I found myself almost You see my right hand sudden storms in which I felt there was some- flying, six-shooter in is not strong or steady. at least a dozen men had thing behind me; I had hand, for the summit Using the other I struck already died right along not turned my head. was in sight; and the him in the teeth with here. I was too nearly dizzy top was almost bare of my six-shooter; no time It was only the dread- already, and all my snow, swept by cyclon- to shoot now. These ed Camas Prairie, now sense and strength was ic tempests. I sprang old pistols were a good far behind me, that cut now in demand for the on, on, up, out of my arm indeed; better than them off so entirely from next few last miles. So chasm of snow, and the new ones. But you the world. For no one, I knew I had not looked wheeled about. There had to take time to cock not even an Indian, back. they came-- three--- as them, and it took two would cross the sea of I had seen them. They hands to do it; and then The newspaper story contained this illustration , ththe caption, 'he wounded wolf seized my left hand in his long and bloody mouth."* ' , Garden Comer Council Valley Free Library_ Book Shelf New Books at the Council Library Adult Fiction: Murder Packs a Suitcase by Cynthia Baxter Ghost Town by Rachel Caine Spider Web by Earlene Fowler A Devil Is Waiting by Jack Higgins Down The Darkest Road by Tami Hoag Shadow Heir by Richelle Mead Wyoming Tough by Diana Palmer On Lavender Lane by JoAnn Ross D.C. 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The wedge which holds the pistol together by sad misfortune struck the teeth of the brute and flew out, leaving only the useless butt of the pistol in hand The wounded wolf seized this left hand and piece of pistol in his long and bloody mouth, and held on like death. I got the other der- ringer out, but the other wolf smelt blood, and thrusting his nose in, I gave this brute the bullet, and he fell like a stone. Victory! for the other let go, as he couldn't swallow the pis- tol, and I tore the air with my yells as I sprang forward and down the Planning Your Pi(mtings all summer to correct the bend. This winter I am going to try to be more vigilant. I trimmed all the lower branches from the evergreens last spring, higher than the deepest snow had been. I figured it would be better to be pruned severely with a sharp tool than to have their arms ripped off leaving gaping wounds. When I've got the snowshoes strapped on I will go out and knock the snow off of them. Foundation plantings require planning in this area because of the snowfall. Back in Washington a person could heel in a few rhododendrons under the eaves and in short order have a nice blooming background against the house. Here, a person needs to take into consideration where the snow is going to slide off the roof. Valleys channel tons of snow, ice and rain, gouging soil away from roots, breaking branches, flattening shrubbery. I'm still trying to find the best plants to cover January 23, 2012, snow at lastl Yesterday the dogs and I walked under clear blue skies accompanied by the trills of red -winged blackbirds. It was lovely March weather, we enjoyed every minute of our jaunt, but I am so happy to see pristine, white, lovely snow. So much nicer than mudl As soon as I click "send" on this column, I'm getting out the skis and snowshoes. I was seeing box elder bugs and other newly hatched insects in the house. The false spring had them fooled. Maybe we'll see fewer bugs when our real spring rolls around. That wouldn't break my heart. Meanwhile, the blackbirds have skedaddled or hunkered down. Last year a couple of my skyrocket junipers were deeply bowed by a wet snowfall. Lower branches got ripped off by the snow burden and even after the snow melted the trees didn't straighten out for a long time. I had to prop one up with a two-by-four Sha00 1:h200 II Sale the foot-and-a-half of exposed foundation wall. I have day lilies in one corner, hollyhocks against the garage wall, and beneath one particularly troublesome valley I finally plopped in some rhubarb, for lack of a better idea. I think the Russian sage will work on the south side of the house, even at the drip line of the eaves, since it needs to be cut back in the spring anyway. Yarrow can take it, too. Anything that's going to be cut back or that is okay dying back to the ground seems to be just fine under a ton of snow. At my house, it's a north-west facing comer that is my biggest challenge. It stays under snow the latest, and then is suddenly exposed to summer heat as the sun moves north. I've worked lots of peat moss and gypsum into the soil to try to keep it friable but still it stays soggy, soggy, soggy, then suddenly dries out and cracks. It's a tangled mish- mash of ground cover, columbine, Siberian iris, other things I forgotten the names of as I keep attempting some kind Wednesday February 1st, 2012 Sale starts at 1 pm Shaw Sale Barn 1.5 miles south and 3 miles west Notus, Idaho 80 two-year-old Hereford bulls All bulk semen tested Sight unseen purchases are fully guaranteed Call or e-mail for sale catalog Tim: 208-484-9162 Tom: 208-278-9040 steep hill, till I literally fell into the arms of my brother and his friends. Yes, they had heard the first shot, and had been shouting and yell- ing all the time as they climbed as fast as they could up the Dead Horse Hill to meet me. But the wind was blowing, and then my heart had been beating like mad. That is all. And if you want more of the details of this inci- dent go to P. W. Johnson, 34 Montgomery street, San Francisco, who was one of the rescu- ing party that night with my brother. He is at the head of the Yaquina Bay Transportation Company, is entirely reli- able and probably does not find it as unpleasant to recall the ugly night as I do. by Myrna Weikal mweikal @mtecom. net 355-5829 of order there. It isn't pretty, but it's a work in progress. I make no apologies. If you are landscaping around a new house, or just thinking about changing your landscape plan, this is a good time to lay it out on paper. Go out and look where the snow slides off the roof and how far from the house it lands. That's as important in this area as soil and sun. I was given some good advice years ago by a landscape professional: start with the big things first. Trees (not too close to the house!); then shrubs; then when they are established you can fill in with all the fun stuff. To do it right we should take a full cycle of seasons to work out what should go where. But who ever does it right the first time around? Not I. One last thing before I go back outside. Wendy, thanks for your kind words. I'm pleased that you enjoy reading this column as much as I enjoy writing it. As always, I love to hear from readers, mweikal@, 355-5829 Super Bowl Party February $1 One: :Eye Ja ck ' s i INORDINARY ? ........................... 208-253-4951 imil  II1 iH|IiI!lli|t  t/16 ,IHi;llllnlii lmllglilg l |