P. 385
BITS AND PIECES THE
LAST ROUND
Robert L. Fink
My boyhood memories, bring joy to
Me now
Of a steel wheeled tractor, and a two
Bottom plow.
I remember well, that task at
Hand, With our humble machines we
Farmed the land.
The field was forty-four acres
And in the blazing sun
I dropped the plow to the ground
My lesson had begun.
Thirty minutes, and one round is
Complete Across the field a tiny line,
Waving in the heat.
My lesson was in patience,
One I truly learned
For if I was persistent, the furrow
would be turned.
With anxious eyes the house I watched
Waiting for a sign
A white flag waving to come in
For it was supper time.
Supper was a simple meal
Not much could we afford
I made the biscuits disappear
This was my Mom's reward.
My life had it's mistakes
With only me to blame
The fields and plows grew larger
Yet nothing really changed.
The sun has made it's arch
And the shadows are growing long
The white flag is a waving
So supper is surely on.
The Master speaks "come", your
Harvest does abound
The last furrow has been turned
You've made the last round.
P. 386
GETTING THE HARVEST IN (1916)
Charles Oquist ran the largest
threshing rig in the Roy Area in the early 1900's. It took 14 men to keep
the one machine going. [rest of page is photos--see Photo description
section below] P. 387
EAGLE EYES INFANT
Fergus County Argus
-- May 24, 1894
The little son of Mr. and Mrs.
Sten Hanson of Cone Butte came near being carried away by an eagle one
day last week. Mrs. Hanson had placed the child in a cradle on the door
step and returned to her housework within. In a short time she heard considerable
commotion among the chickens about the yard, and returned to the open door
to ascertain the cause. She quickly noticed that something was partially
shutting out the light from the opening and as she reached the steps she
found a large eagle hovering over her child, prepared to grasp the little
one in it's talons. The mother screamed and grasped the child. The bird
flew a short distance and perched on a stump, apparently disappointed at
losing it's prey. The bird was a monster and fully strong enough to carry
away the boy, who is two years old.
L. S. MCLAUGHLIN
L. S. McLaughlin came to
Montana from Homeworth, Ohio. He was issued a teachers certificate in June
of 1883 in Jefferson county. He taught at Fergus and Ft. Maginnis, as well
as in other schools.
He and two brothers filed
on homesteads in the Ross Fork Creek area. He married Eva Rakestraw. He
passed away in 1934, possibly in the Garniell area. A scary episode occurred
during his teaching career.
As Mr. McLaughlin was sitting
at his desk, during a school session, he dropped his pencil. When he reached
down to retrieve it a rattlesnake bit him through a crack in the floor.
He grabbed his hand in pain. A student said, "My mother will know what
to do!" and quickly ran home to fetch her.
The mother came, carrying
a live chicken, which she split open with a knife. She had Mr. McLaughlin
thrust his hand inside. When the chicken's heart stopped beating, he withdrew
his hand and no ill effects were ever suffered by Mr. McLaughlin from the
snake bite.
DIRT MOVING THEN AND NOW
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