The West News (West, Tex.), Vol. 55, No. 49, Ed. 1 Friday, April 27, 1945 Page: 2 of 8
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Housing Project to
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IF YOU would attract birds, re-
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house with nest space six inches
deep below an entrance an inch
and a half in diameter, and they
prefer a sunny location five to
ten feet high. Robins want a roof
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DOANS PILLS
Within the firm wills of flesh that
held him prisoner the foal kicked
out angrily. He did not want to be
born. The violent constriction* of the
walls of his house, which came un-
expectedly, disturbed his long
peaceful growth and put him in a
fury, and be unfolded himself and
kicked again and again.
He wanted no change. Here was
quiet darknesa—nothing to prick and
tantalise his eyes. Here wss se-
curity — no possible harm could
reach him. Here was food without
effort or even knowledge on his
part. Here was the softest floating
bed to buffer him against shock.
Here was warmth that never fluc-
tuated. Here was—(in some dim
way he felt it)—love and protection
from his mother’s heart. He would
not be born.
Twice before he had foiled the la-
bor pains, and his dam had resigned
herself and had continued to carry
him. (She was the handsome sorrel
mare called Flicka, belonging to
young Ken McLaughlin of the
Goose Bar ranch.) She had stood
patiently, not moving much, up in
the stable pasture just beyond the
corrals. And It bad become the habit
of everyone at the ranch, Rob and
Nell McLaughlin, and their two boys
Howard and Ken, and Gus and Tim,
the hired hands, to walk out to see
her every day, to note how patiently
she stood, getting larger and larger,
her bright and lively nature
changed to somber brooding. If any-
one went near her hindquarters she
kicked at them.
Visitors to the ranch went out to
inspect her too. One said to Nell
McLaughlin, “That's the hugest
mare I ever saw.”
“She's not so hege,” said Nell
“It's just that she’s carrying a colt
that should have been born in the
spring, and here it is, nearly time
for the boys to go back to Laramie
to school, and still she hasn't
foaled."
They all agreed that now and then
such things happened to mares and
everyone could tell of a case There
was much curiosity as to what the
colt would be like. He surely ought
to be a good one, big and strong
and well developed.
The laboring mare lay down on
the ground. The foal, impose his
will as he might, was helpless. The
violent surges continued, coming at
regular intervals, and he was being
turned this way and that as if by
intelligent hands, until he took the
position of a diver, front hoofs
stretched out and his little muzzle
resting on them. Then he felt pain
for the first time and would have
struggled and kicked if he cobid
have, but he was held in a vise and
could not move. Pressure was
strong against him on ail sides.
There was the sensation of move-
ment through a passage and sud-
denly a jar as he slid out to the
earth.
For a moment he was sheltered
from the air and the light by the
envelope of membrane in which he
was enclosed; then the mare gained
her feet and whirled around and
her teeth and tongue stripped him
of the membrane and he began to
breathe.
From that moment bn all that he
knew was pain, for the breathing
hurt his lungs, and, opening his
eyes, they were subbed by blind-
ing flashes of light. Terror came
when his ear drums were ham-
mered upon by crashes of thunder,
and he reacted by giving little chok-
ing bleats and trying to sit up. Icy
rain sluiced upon him. The hard
ground upon which he lay was run-
ning with water.
His mother licked and licked him.
This warmed him and brought the
blood to the surface of his body.
He yearned to be closer to her and
struggled to rise but had not yet
the strength.
There was no mercy for him in
the skies. It was the collision of sev-
eral storms that had ridden up from
the lowlands to this high peak of
the Wyoming Rocky Mountain Di-
vide. Clusters of purple thunder-
heads struggled mightily, hurling
themselves against each other with
detonations that shook the ground.
Wide bands of intolerable light
stabbed from zenith to earth.
But there was mercy for the colt
closer by. and he knew It. His feeble
struggles to rise became stronger.
His mother's licking tongue encour-
aged him. The yearning to reach
the warmth and shelter of her body
grew to a passion—he must, must
get to her.
And so, long before the storm was
over, the foal bad found his feet.
The teat, hot and swollen, was in
his mouth He was safely an-
chored, and because of the danger
and pain so lately experienced, his
awareness was sharpened. Warmth
and milk were more titan food—they
were an ecstasy
Ken McLaughlin was busting his
mare.
A thin, twelve-year-old boy, with
a shock of soft brown hair falling
over dark blue eyes that had a
as well as a dream in
the place
near the corrals where Flicka
should have been and could hardly
believe that it was empty, for more
than once a day all through this
last month since he had stopped rid-
ing her he had been out to see
whether she had foaled, and she had
never been far from her feed box.
This afternoon she had been near
the spill of fresh water that ran out
of the corral trough, but now there
was no sign of her.
This meant. Ken knew, that her
time had come, and his heart beat
a little faster. She had hidden her-
self away, as all animals will if they
are free, to give birth to her foal
with no one to witness her labor
and pain and victory.
As the boy hesitated there, his
eyes scanning the pine woods that
edged the pasture, his wits were at
work. If he had been Flicka and
had wanted to hide, where would he
hava gone? And immediately he
turned to the woods Those woods,
sparse and free of underbrush, cov-
ered the rocky shoulder of the
stable pasture where it sloped
away, north, to the little stream
called Deercreck which bounded tt.
The hill was so precipitous in places
Warmth and milk were more than
food. They were an ecstasy.
that it formed low cliffs overhung
with tiwisted pines. At the base of
them were caverns. Ken and How-
ard knew every foot of these ter-
raced cliffs. They had been there
on foot and on horseback. Flicka
and Highboy—their saddle horses—
knew them too, and had become
accustomed to the steep paths down
which they must slide on their
haunches with the boys clinging to
their backs like monkeys; or the
scramble up, during which the boys
kept from sliding off backwards only
by tangling their fists in the horses’
manes.
Flicka might be on any one of
those narrow shelves or pockets, or
hidden in one of the little deils at
the base of a cliff. She knew them
all.
Ken darted toward the woods. It
had just begun to rain. The boy
cast a careless glance at the sky,
refused to accept the warning of
what he saw there, telling himself
that it would be just a shower from
which the trees would shelter him,
and began his search.
Occasionally he stopped and
called her, "Flicka! Flicka 1" and
then stood listening in that peculiar
state of tension which everyone feels
when they call and are not an-
swered.
The daylight on those September
evenings held until after eight
o'clock, but this evening there was
a murky gloom, and under some of
the trees there were already pock-
ets of darkness into which Ken
stared for minutes before being sure
that no living thing was there.
The rain pattered like shot on the
ground, and presently Ken heard the
long familiar roll of drums in the
sky. Suddenly a wind was roaring.
The mass of dark clouds sank
toward the earth, then opened and
poured out torrents of rain. Light-
ning blazed and thunder crashed.
The boy, crossing an open dell,
caught the full brunt of it and dove
under a projecting, shelf-like rock,
cliff-tops. A good-sized rivulet swept
under Ken's sheltering rock, and in ,
a moment he was immersed and ;
drenched. He roiled out from under
and stood choking and laughing, :
shaking the water out of his eyes. '
Then, since he could be no wetter,
he decided to Ignore the storm and
continue his search for Flicka.
Either the wind was getting cold-
er or the rain was turning to bail
or snow, for his wet jersey was like
ice against his skin as he trotted in
and out of the paths and trees.
Often in September there were
snowstorms on the top of the Divide,
and it seemed to him one was com-
ing now. Up here in the high alti-
tude one day it was snowing and
the next like summer.
Ken cam# upon Flicka in a little
dell at the foot of a cliff, cut by
the narrowest thread of a path. She
stood under an over hanging tree,
out even that could do little to pro-
tect her against the rain When he
saw the foal healde her, he stood
Staring. There had never been a
white foai bom on the Goose Bar
Ranch before. He could hardly be-
lieve it. There came a dry fullness
in hi* throat. Flicka—Flicks’* foal
—her firat' And not only off color,
but white! A throwback! It was a
shock to him.
He called her name quietly. She
turned her head and he went to her
She looked anxiously at the foal.
Ken stood staring down at it in the
gathering darknesa. White and nar-
row and with head beaten down by
the pouring rain, tilted toward ita
mother—it looked as though it might
fall over any minute.
Flicka gave a little grunting
whinny. Ken could understand her
talk, and he knew she was cold and
miserable and worried about the
foal. They should both of them be
in the barn, and Flicka should have
a good pail of hot mash. He won-
dered if the foal could follow her
up that thread of a path, and coaxed
the mare to try the ascent.
She would not move. Ken put his
belt around her neck and led her
up. The little one, coming after her
with wavering steps, struggled but
could not follow. Flicka, turning,
saw it halted here. She balked. Ken
slipped the belt off her neck and she
backed down to the foal and licked
it.
Somehow the foal must be got up
the path. Ken wondered if he could
drag or carry it. Often he and How-
ard, wrestling with the little foals
as they trained them (part of the
work of their summer vacations)
would clasp their arms around
them, lift them off the ground. One
little fellow Howard had carried ail
around with its long legs trailing.
But this was an unusually big colt—
Ken was doubtful.
With his hand on Flicka’s neck he
sidled toward the foal, speaking
soothingly. “There, there, little fel-
low—wouldn't hurt you—don’t be
frightened—it's all right, Flicka—
wouldn't hurt your baby—you know
I wouldn't—"
The mare was excited and anxi-
ous and the foal, as Ken's hand
touched ita neck, squealed and tried
to struggle away. Ken put both
arms around the wet slippery body
and held tight, but lifting was a dif-
ferent matter. Still talking to
Flicka, who was nickering nervous-
ly, Ken exerted all his strength. Sud-
denly’he had a little kicking fight-
ing demon in his arms and the foal
bared its four baby teeth and bit hit
which had left a shallow cave be-
ottontali
neath. A small cottontail was sit-
ting primly there for shelter. As
Ken shot in, the cottontail allot out,
and the boy. panting, drew up his
knees and clasped them and sat
looking at the spectacle of the storm
with an expression of exultation on
his thin eager face.
Such torrent* of water were com-
ing down that presently the earth
was covered. Running streams tore
between the trees and shot off the
Ken dropped it. Flicka whirled
close and stood protectively over it.
Ken, acolding under his breath and
holding his forearm that the foal's
teeth had pinched, realized that ba
must get help.
He leaped up the pathway.
Gus and Tim, immediately after
the supper dishes had been washed
up, had token the plck-tfp and driven
over to the Saturday night dance in
Summervale's barn at Tie Siding.
Ken's mother and father had gone
in to town to dine with Colonel Har-
ris. There was ncr one but himself
and Howard on the ranch, and tha
responsibility was his own because
Flicka was hia mare. Besides—this
little, foal—this particular foal—at
the thought of all that depended on
him, Ken s feet flew faster, and his
eyes, made keen and knowing by
his life on the ranch, gazed at the
sky and the clouds, gauging the
storm—
The wind was changing, veering
around to the east, and, yes—what
he had suspected was happening.
Every raindrop now had a body to
it, a little core of slush—it was
changing to snow. It beat on his face
and nearly blinded him. The wind
changed its tune, it rose to a howl,
whipping the branches of the pin*
trees.
But Ken was not cold. The excite-
ment in him made, him bot and
swift. He reached Urn corrals, ran
down through the gorge to the
house, and burst into the warm
kitchen where Howard, who was
-rtr-V-n-rt in increasing the size el
his muscles, was reading in a dron-
ing voice from a "Hercules” pan>
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