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THE CALDWELL TRIBUNE'S
WEEKLY SHORT STORY
TURK O'FALLON AND THE
SLEUTH,
By Clarence L. Cullen.
Turk U'Fnllon, waiting in New
Orleans for held-up clearance papers
for a steamerload of "general mer
chandise" which the federal authori
ties of New Orleans had somehow
suspected to be a cargo of «rms and
ammunition for certain Central Am
merican revolutionists—Turk was in
the placid enjoyment 6f one of those
eleven o'clock breakfasts at Madam
Begue's. Turk, being used tö 'dobes,
enjoyed the best thing, a sanded floor;
and the floor at Madam Begue's was
sprinkled with fine white sand. Also,
in nis relaxed hours, he had a keen
instinct for proper food. The Bogue
breakfast habit had claimed me too;
which was why, on this morning, I
happened to be seated at the same
table with Turk.
The beamful Madam Begue (whos«
footprints, alas! are no longer seen
upon that sanded floor), passing
among the tables to see that het
guests were getting the service to
justify their "morning hearts and
morning faces," noticed that, although
we had no morning papers to read,
v.-e were quiet. She placed morning
papers before us.
"One must read the news if only
in order that one may gossip," said
Madam Begue, with her Welsbach
smile. "And without gossip what is
life, Monsieur O'Fallon?" She pas
sed on, watchful, alert, lightening
whatever little burdens existed among'
he "gamitvj" —for thus she .called
those of her young men guests Whom
she knew very well.
Turk glanced aloofly at the spread
headline of his morning paper. Then
he read enough of -the telegraphic
story to grasp its essentials. It ap
peared that a. very yt>ung heiress of
an Eastern city, who had eloped a
month before with an elderly waiter,
had at length been found by the de
tectives. The press despatches had
throbbed with the story during all
that time. The glory of the detectives
in at last finding the heiress had been
considerably whittled down by the
fact that, during all of her wanderings
from city to city, she had carried un
der her arm a very fat and very old
fox terrier, her playmate almost from
infancy. When it takes some hun
dreds, perhaps thousands, of watchful
sleuths an entire month to run down
a very distinctive looking girl who
travels from one great city to another
with a large, wheezy, and peevish old
dog under her arm, there is an excuse
for one to smile as he reads. And so
Turk smiled.
"Now, if that dog," observed Turk,
"had worn round his neck a chime of
bells that played 'The Rosary' every
time he sneezed, or if the dog had had
a glass eye that, when it fell out, he
would pick it up and replace it with
his paws, probably all of North Am
erica would have to take two months,
instead of one, to corral the girl who
carried the dog everywhere with her
through the sunny streets of the ma
jor cities."
"Keen men, though, some of these
detectives," said I bromidically. "They
"Damascene blades are full of
them," said Turk. "But when you say
'Damascene blade' you express all of
there is of dullness. I never felt the
edge of a Damascene blade that
would cut Camembert cheese. If you
want to escape recognition by a de
tective, stand directly in front of him
and ring an auctioneer's bell. And if
then, by any remote chance, he does
recognize and nab you, gently detach
yourself from his grasp and walk
away whistling plaintively. He will
never kntjw the différence. I know a
story about a detective, some fugitive
folks and a dog. It illustrates the
perspicacity of the sleuth. Some day
I shall uncoil it for you."
"Some day" meant to Turk what
"manana" means to a Mexican. And
so I bade him "uncoil" it over the
derbi9 of the Begue breakfast.
One hot winter's morning (it was
Turk speaking), just before the over
worked phrase: "fin de siecle" had to
be abandoned to make way for a new
century, I dropped in at our Consulate
at Vera Cruz to get my nominal or
negligible mail. I wa^ clinging to the
fiction that my mail from the States
came there. There never was any
I had no office in Vera Cruz, because
I was trying to get the municipal elec
tric lifcht concession. It is not a wise
thing to have an office when you arc
trying to get any kind of a concession
anywhere in Latin America. It makes
it too easy for the smaller cougars
who obstruct your pith to the con
cession >o find you and demand thr.rs.
"But I knew the Consul, and I liked
to see him open his mail. Next to
the language of a niuletter in a forest,
when he opens his mail is the most
picturesque and diversified. His mail
asks him to do so many things that
Atlas couldn't do, that he learns to
coin expletives possessed of as much
potentiality, if not as much direction,
as Hertzian waves.
"The Consul was nearly through
with his mail when I got to his office
on this morning. He was. in fact,
slitting open the final envelope, A
police circular fluttered to the floor.
Consuls become as used to police cir
culars as a father of nine growing
«'nughtcs to bills. As a rule thev
basket them as you would basket a
circular giving you directions how to
measure for suit of clothes. But this
circular w.yi important. So he looked
«I the picture of the fugitive, read the
description, written in the cramped
language of police persons, under the
picture, and passed the circular to
me. •
"Why in the name of Miss Lillian
Russell do these Boeotian bovines
send such a circular here to me?" in
quired the Consul in his throatiest
tone. "Do the everlasting bone
doorned imbeciles imagine that a man
who has r«n away from a five-hun
dred-thousand dollar deficit is going
to detppliah «11 his blood vessels try
ing to get to arç extradition port like
Vera Cruz? That fellow is at the Blue
Cataract of the Nile by this time, or
somewhere else whci'e the come-back
papers don't go. I wish all the Am
erican cops, Jiigh and low, would join
the Salvation Army and work off their
exuberance by exercising with tam
bourines!"
"To this the Consul appended some
language, while I read the circular—
which accorded strangely with the
sterling beauties of his actual charac
ter.
The picture at the top of the police
circular was that of an elderly State
Treasurer who, when 'he had hurried
away from his state capital about five
weeks before, had, according to the
circular, left a visible yawn in the
vaults of the treasury that the expert
accountants had measured to mean
approximately half a million. Of that
measurable sum he had carried away
with him, upon his hasty departure,
just a few -little thousands that would
enable him tt> move around. It was
one of those cases where a State
Treasurer, in order to retain his cl?sp
upon a needed job, has been bullied
into dishing out the state's money to
freshly organized depositories con
trolled by gangsters of his oplitical
party. When the press of the vile
opposition had scented the unfragrant
mouse and had barked at the heels
of the Treasurer, demanding that he
instantly recall these funds and re
store them to the treasurery, the
Treasurer, stampeded, had tried un
availingly to do that same. But his
over-lords of the gang refused to let
go even to save him. The experts
were turned loose upon his books.
"Then there were two things for
the Treasurer to do,—squeal on the
gang, or put on his marathon moc
casins. He wouldn't squeal, and he
was a good deal scared, anyhow; and
so he bolted. His entire previous life
had been as honest as the day. He
was* simply the too good-natured vic
tim of« a political gang to whom he
owed his poorly paid political posi
tion. There was no real dishonesty
about him.'
"He had taken his elderly wife with
him. When we read the circular they
had been -absent from their state capi
tal for five weeks. It was known that
the Treasurer's wife had taken with
her a shivery little Mexican hairless
dog, that had been the playmate of
one of hec dead daughters. The police
circular told about that. Now, Mexi
can hairless dogs are about an un
common in the United States, or any
where else out of Mexico, as mar
mosets. Still, this on-his-way non
squealful old Treasurer, accompanied
by a half invalid wife, who carried
with' her a watery-eyed little Mexican
hairless dog, had baffled the sleuthing
genius of the United States, and may
be some other lands, besides, for five
long weeks. It was not what you
might call a shining showing for these
afore-mentioned folk. ^
"But, somehow, as I read the cir
cular, and remembered whr.t I had
seen of the case, in the American news
papers that had sifted along to Vera
Cruz, I was sort of glad that the
State Treasurer was making good his
getaway, I am not, I hope, a person
of loose ethics; but I have an incur
ably soft spot for men who, when the
tweak comes, refuse to screen their
pelts by squealing even on the people
who have driven him into the morass.
"I was suffused with these cogita
tions, when, leaving the Consul's office
I drifted down to the pier to watch
the debarkation of the passengers,
mostly winter tourists, from the
weekly steamer from New York and
West Indian way ports. I was suf
fused a little more when, among the
earliest of thé pasengers to descend
the gangplank of the steamer were
the State Treasurer and his pallid, ill
looking wife. The Treasurer, albeit a
little more lined under the eyes, ans
wered to his police circular as if it had
been a snapshot taken on the steamer
the day before. And, tucked in the
sleeve of his sad-eyed wife's loose
pongee steamer coat, was the aged
little hairless dog, with his fixed, sus
picious eyes that looked like a pair of
black hat-pins immersed in perman
ent dew, and his snuffles and wheezes
and senile mutterings forced out of
him by his rheumatism.
"The furtiveness of five weeks of
dodging, preceded by perhaps live
years of mental misery, was in the
man's oyes. He wasn't hangdog, but
just wearily watchful. His tiredly
wary way of glancing at the faces of
the people on that Vera Cruz wharf
somehow reminded me of the way the
hairless dog viewed them. There was
the same sort of clinging detachment
if you get that paradox, in the ex
pressions of both of them. His wife
was crumpled old lace and lavender,
with the thoroughbred points every
where visible, even in her obvious in
validism. It was a pair of adrift, cir
cimistance-clutchcd elderly folk, that
you'd have felt sorry for had you
known only part of the circumstances.
"That's the appeal that, they made
to me, t'he only person on that dock
to recognize them; and the considera
tion that the man had been marooned
by the pimple he had supposed to be
his friends, and that in the face of this
he had refused to whimper and exude
Hie story of their treachery that would
have helped if not cleared him, made
me regret a little that he and his had
pulled up in a port of a country that
had an extradition treaty with the
United States. I love the law, you
understand, and, if it's not a gusty
day, I 'll take my hat off any time to
the scales of justice; but I 'm a sort of
a connoisseur in mitigating circum
stances, if I do say it myself, and I 'm
always gl«! when»I can find—and
generally I can—condonations for de
partures from the strict letter of the
law.
"The pair of elderly folk, who were
ot that type who look as out of place
even in the subtropics, much less the
sure-enough tropics, as would a car
dmal butterfly of the Orinoco in the
•trecti w»f Spitzbergen, got into the
I
bus and went to the Hotel Mexico.
But only for dinner. I dined there
myself, and I noticed that, as soon as
they had finished their meal which
they only pecked at in their manifest
depression, they started out afoot,
after making some inquiries of the
hotel clerk.
' I happened tn be strolling their way
after dinner; although 1 had no desti
nation, and they did havfc one. It was
a little, vacant, furnished, two-story
house of crumbling yellow brick on a
scpulchrally quiet narrow street, that
had its beginning at the west side of
the old cathedral. No doubt the hotel
clerk had told them about the house.
They looked through it, guided by the
crone who owned it, who lived next
door and knew enough of the United
States to get her price; and when I
saw^the Treasurer forking gold pieces
into her haAd on the front steps, after
their inspection of the house, I knew
that they had rented it. My affair in
Vera Cruz, of course, was an electric
light concession; but, all the same, as
I swung through the quiet little 9treet
and sensed the nature of that renting
transaction, felt like calling the tired
looking couple aside and suggesting
to them that the air and scenery of a
town or hamlet in a non-extradition
country were what they were really
looking for. But I didn't. Sometimes
I think that, among my multifold
talents, the most useful one in a knack
of knowing the right minute when to
do things.
"On the following daj» I saw the
Treasurer and his wife, both with
bowed heads, but tl;e man with side
longishly observant eyes, strolling
aimlessly about in the shade of the
cathedral, the lachrymose-eyed rat of
a two-pound hairless dog, chirking up
under the heat of his native climate,
tagging along barking at nothing. And
on the morning after I saw them rock
ing back and forth, still silent, on the
porch of the crumbling yellow brick
house.
"Again I was impelled to send to
the man a list of non-extradition coun
tries, still remaining in the western
hemisphere; that list having then, as
now, contracted to one country, the
same being Honduras. But again I
did not. It was safe to assume, I con
sidered. that I was the only hombre
in Vera Cruz who knew them—yet.
Somehow, though, I took on a new
diligence in watching the debarkation
of passengers from the arriving steam
ers. The silent, moody, down-and
out pair, so incongruously placed, had
gained a ctulch on what we'll call my
lawless side, if you like to smooth
things over that-a-away. It was De
cember, near Christmas, I kenw they
had children and grandchildren. I
was sorry they were not at home,
thinking holly and tinsel and stuffed
stockings. And so I watched the pas
sengers getting off the arriving steam
ers.
And that watchfulness proved to be
a pretty fairish idea. On the thfrd
morning after the ariyal at Vera Cruz
of the Treasurer and his wife, a freigh
ter dropped jn from New Orleans. She
carried four passengers. One of them
was one of those star big-agency
sleuths. I had known him in four
countries between Cajricorn and Can
cer; for the titbit trips after runaways
who strçaked for the south generally—
I fell to him. I could never tell why.
His hat, I had always considred, rim
med many pounds of inert ivory. But
he was a big-agency sleuth, and there
he was, coming down the gapgway.
"He hello-Turk'd me at the gang
way's foot, ani^roceeded sleuthily to
tell me all about what he was there
for. There wasn't the least need for
him to do that; but maybe you've
noticed that the, starrier the sleuth the
gassier he is. So he told me—State
Treasurer—wife—hairless dog—five
weeks gone—the whole narrative, as
if I'd been living near the main peak
of the Mountains of the Moon and
hadn't heard a word of it. In New
Orleans, a few days before, he'd been
tipped by a cable from Havana that
thfe the packet bound for Vera Cruz
had on board an elderly man whose
wife carried a Mexican hairless dog.
And he smiled and petted his mus
tache. No doubt they were his peo
pTe! Had I see™them£'
"I took him to the Hotel Mexico
and poured into him all the mescal
and things that could be had while I
reflected. My desire was to make
locomotion difficult, if not impossible,
for him the time being. It is hard to
do that to a big-agency star sleuth.
Absorption is the middle name of the
most of them. And so I could not
keep him from walking. The cathed
ral was the big thing in sight. I
wanted to show him the remains of
an old fortress, with funny brass
howitzers, in the other direction. Rut
he was for the cathedral. So I had to
stroll in that direction with him. The
Treasurer and his wife and the hair
less dog, with his aged, muffled, woof
were strolling in the big cool shadow
of the cathedral. The sleuth saw them
and petted his moustache again.
"This," said he to me, "is like de
taching a penny from the loose mitt of
a little girl under ether."
I asked him if thev were his people.
His reply was to pull from his pocket
a mate t<f the circular I had in my
pocket.
"It is like," he went on, "leaning up
against a half-melted snow man in the
front yard and watching him topple."
"Too had," said I. "Chisels you
out of a sure-enough trip, instead of
this little one-port jump. You might
have got as far south as Lima if you
hiyln't been too keen to spring your
man."
"Oh, that's all right," said he. "I
get plenty of trips. But I don't often
nudge into anything so soft as this.
Let's go back to the hotel. I'll wire
headquarters that I've got him located
and will convey him up on the next
steamer."
I liked the idea of his going back
to the hotel right then to do his tcle
grahping. Rut' the star changed his
mind. He decided to shadow the
pair to nd out where they were living;
which, you are to consider, was pretty
bright of him in the circumstances.
And so, after half an hour or so, he
saw them move slowly from flic cathe
dral-plaza to th^ir little house on the
quiet street, where, for a "awhile, be
fore going in, they sat on the porch
and rocked and fanned themselves.
Then the pet of the beg agency re
turned to the Hotel Mexico; I with
him. He Hnt bis gloat y little wire tö
his headquarters, announcing that he
had his man cutely corraled. I will
say this for myself, that when bed
time arrived that night. I did not
shirk my sense of responsibility to a
fellow American. I put him to bed,
seeing that he coula not have got
there without my asistancc.
Having got him to bed, and heard
the prelude of his snoring symphony,
I oozed out into the night and invited
the large, friendly stars to seep some
immediate wisdom into me. They re
sponded. They informed me that the
freighter that had brought the star
sleuth from New Orleans was leaving
at six o clock of the same morning—
for Puerto Cortez, Honduras.
Honduras, you savvy,—Honduras,
in which then, as now, an extradition
paper would serve to light a cigarette
or an alcohol lamp, or even make a
fair lining for the band for too large
a hat.
And so I made a little visit to the
crumbling yellow brick house 011 the
weirdly quiet street, branching off
from the cathedral, where the Treas
urer and his wife and the sniffing hair
less dog were asleep.
I went to bed about eight o'clock
that morning.
When I turned out, about three in
the afternoon, I found the star sleuth
smoking with great tranquility in the
hotel exchange.
"7 his," said he, "is like frisking the
rug out of a baby carriage while the
nursemaid is talking in an areway and
the cops are having,their annual par
ade.
"So soft as that?" I inquired.
Softer, ' said he. "I've just been
around to where my people are living.
That hairless mutt of theirs was 011
the second-story porch, barking his
cunnin' little head off. Terrible soft
isn't it?"
"Scandously," said I.
"Y'see," he weiK on, "I don't want
to worry 'em, nor myself, either. I
don't like this tragedy stuff. And
there's no hurry. The up-teamer for
the States doesn't leave for three days
Well, let 'em have those three days in
peace. I got old folks myself, see?
I'll have the papers 'vised by the Con
sul and the Greaser authorities here
tomorrow, and I won't hand my man
the clap on the shoulder until the up
steamer sails. Get me? And all I've
got ko do in- the meantime is to trudge
a few blocks, couple times a day, and
watch a dbg without any hair and
weighing about a pound and three
quarters racing up and down a porch
and barking his head off. That shows
me that his folks still linger in our
midst, as the feller Says. Say, feel
sorry for me—why don't you? I'm in
awfully bad. I'm overworked. Let's '
play fifteen or twenty games of bil-i
liards."
I forgathered a lot with that star I
big-agency sleuth during the next 3'
days. True, he was so full of chuckles i
and other things more moist most ofl
the time, that is was difficult for him!
to articulate properly. But I didn't'
mind that. I didn't need to under
stand him. He had told everything
he kenw on the first day of our for
gathering.
Three or four times a day, between
games of billiards and pin pool, we'd
saunter out of the hotel and make for
the quiet little street where the crumb
ling yellow brick house was, and
there each time we'd find the hairless
dog mounching round on either the
second story or lower porch, some
times barking in a tone of voice that
could be heard all of seven feet away,
or else squatting on a chair, taking in
the prospect, and snapping at flies.
And each time the star sleuth's big
shoulders would shake at the thought
of it.
"Say, honest," he'd say, "I never
thought I'd trickle into anything so
soft as this. All I got to do is to take
a slant at a mutt that looks like a
cross between a lizard and a wood
chuck three or four times a day, and
then thé whistle blows for me. It's a I
shame, this strain on me. It is honest.
Let's go back and play thirty-five or
forty more games of something."
It didn't worry him that the Treas
urer asd his wife were not taking their
short daily walks. He figured that
probably they'd decided to be more
discreet or something. The frequent
sight o fthe dog one one or other of
the porches satisfied him. He was a
regular sleuth, never doubt that!
And so, on the day when the up
steamer was due to make her after
noon sailing, the big-agency man, with
his papers all fixed up ar.d his own
dunnage on board the steamer, sum
moned me.
"Might as well trudge along with
me," said he, "and watch me ga'her
'cm in. It's some case, y'know, and,
seeing that you're not such a bad sort
of a duck, I'll let you see how the
thing's done."
So I went with him. The hairless
dog, jumping up and down on the
lower porch, barked furiously at us,
or thought he Was barking furiously;
but the sleuth, not frightened a bit
by this demonstration, went right up
the steps and rapped loudly at the
door. •
Nothing occurrcd to disturb the
tranquility of the quiet street. Even
the dog stopped barking to sniff at
our shoe leather. So I-riend Sleuth
rapped again, this time louder. 1
could see that he was becoming an
noyed.
Then the little door of the house
next door opened, and the crone who
owned the house 011 whose steps we
were standing, appeared, wiping her
leatherly hands on her apron. She
asked what was wanted.
"I'll get what I want, don't bothtr
about that!" replied the star sleuth
snortfully. "I want the man that's
living in this house, that's what 1
want!"
The crone told him, in Greasere«e,
that I had to straighten out, that the
man who had been living in that house
had sailed, with the senora. for Pucrt 1
Cortez, three or four days previously,
she had forgotten which.
If I had known what the first ai.l
for apoplexy was I'd have staked that
big-agency man to it then and there.
I'd seen purplish ami even near-n.am
enta human countenances before- but
that was the first time I ever saw one
that was true verijiillion. He could'ut
speak, and so he did the ne\t best
thing from a sleuth s point of view;
that is. he put his sho-ildor to the
door and burst it in. Then he search
ed the houie from top to bottom,
crawled through the cellar, and even
climbed out on the roof.
"I reckon," I tg',1 him, "the old
dame next dnrormuit nave been tell
ing the truth."
"But how about this infernal mutt?"
he bawled at me, pointing to the
harmless dog, which wheezily follow
ed us around.
At that moment—we were standing
on the porch again—the next-door
crone appeared in her door again, and,
seeing the dog squatting at my feet,
called out to in Spanish:
"Come here, Chiquita, little vampire
—come home!" (
"What's that she's saying?" the
sleuth asked me, his jay dropping
lower with each tick of his watch.
"She's calling her dog," I told him.
Her dog!" gasped the big-agency
st "?. r ' "VVIiy, wha-wha-what the—"
My Chiquita became friends with
the little dog of the American senor
and senora who went away." the old
woman said to me her own tongue,
"and she misses him so that I can't
keep her at home. Come, Come,
Chiquita!"
I translated what she said for the
sleuth person. I had to use autosug
gestion, and concentrate on ghouls,
catafalquas, and things, to keep my
face straight. If my sleuthing friend
thought anything, he didn't or couldn't
say anything, he didn't or couldn't
say it. But he hustled down to the
dock office of the freighter that had
lef for Puerto Cortez on that morning
you may remember having heard me
speak of. when I got to bed at such
an unusual hour. The agent said,
"yes, a gentleman, Americano, perfect
ly corresponding to the picture on the
circular that the sleuth, with trembling
hands, showed him, and sailed 011 the
freighter for Puerto Cortez, ac
companied by an elderly senora, his
wife.
1 saw the sleuth off on the steamer
for New York that afternoon. He '
knew there was no use for him to
follow his man to Puerto Cortez,
where an extradition paper was about
as good as a Columbian bond payable
at par when Ireland gained its freee
dom. The sleuth was helpless with
woe and the internal unguents he had
absorbed to assuage the same. The
last thing he said to me, before I left
him in his cabin, was that he wouldn't
have minded it so much if that triple
blanked dog, without either hair or
feathers projecting from his pelt
hadn't—
I didn't get the rest of it; but I
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deserving of it—which will be
ALWAYS.«
Yours most sincerely,
WYCKOFF'S PHARMACY
TradersDays
Monday, Jan. 6.'
Specials 1 Day
REMNANTS
Lots of things for you—
Muslin, Silk, Dress Goods, Gingliam, Calico, Percale.
1-2 PRICE
Lots of specials in hosiery, underwear, gloves, dress goods
mid percale.
The Golden Rule
CALDWELL
IDAHO
derived that he felt chagrined over
having been thus imposed upon by a
dog—and not the dog—that he watch
ed with v such simple faith and confi
dence for three entire days.
Tw months later I came upon the
Treasurer and his wife in Tcguclpalpa
Honduras. They were vastly better
spirits; for they were preparing to re
turn home, with no trouble to face.
The Treasurer's gangster friends who
had left him in the lurch had returned
to the treasury, prompted by the lire
that had been built under them, the
State o deposits that they had been
using; and the Treasurer's account;,
were clear and the indictments against
'him had been dismissed.
The next time I met that subie
sleuth was in New York, about a year
leater. For some reason or other he
scowled heavily at me. I wonder
why? Quien sabe?
FINAL CROP ESTIMATE
FOR STATE OF IDAHO
S. J. Rich, Commissioner of Immi
gration, Labor and Statistics, has
completed final 1912 crop estimates
on the principal crops of Idaho, which
make an excellent showing:
Acres Production Value
Bushel
Wheat.. .574,372 15,882,197 $12,705,750
Oats 369,210 15,016,048 6,006,419
Barley ..144,763 5,022,378 2,109.398
Corn .. . 10,207 331,584 225,47''
Rye .... 6,757 96 570 38,628
Alfalfa
"hay ...437,000 1,561,080 tons
Oter hay.471,349 1,518,102" 14,966,041
Potatoes 46,193 7,986,065 3,593,179
Sugar
beets. 186,500 tons932,500
Alfalfa seed . 465,00"' lbs '55,800
Timothy seed 2,100,000 lbs. 105,000
Clover seed .. 435,248 lbs. 52,229
Peas 725.000
Beans 210,000
Onion seeds and sets 17,000
Fruits 2.926,900
Poultry and poultry pro'ts 2,243,828
Bees and honey 210,626
Lumber 11,346,000
Mining (estimated) 11,000,000
Horses (shipped) 10,700 1,177,000
Cattle " 57.300 4,011,000
Hogs " 106,000 1,272.000
Wool " 22,275,000 lbs. 3,564,000
Sheep " 2,360,800 7,082,400
Total $86,576,182
The many surplus products not here
enumerated will Dring the total pro
duction in excess of $100,000,000.00.