4 AFLALFA FARMING IN AMERICA. 



square devoted to the hay market. There stood 

 awaiting purchasers dozens of loads of this curious 

 green-looking hay. He went to a load of it and drew 

 out a stem and chewed it to see what it tasted like. 

 To his astonishment it tasted good, much as wheat 

 tastes when chewed. It dissolved in his mouth and 

 tasted as though it would nourish him. "The best 

 country I have struck yet," remarked the boy to 

 himself. "If ever I get hard up here I can at least 

 go to a haystack and eat lucern hay. I won't 

 starve." Curiously enough it later came to his 

 knowledge that this first impression was true, that 

 alfalfa hay has really in it nearly the same amount 

 of nutrition, pound for pound, as has oats, and from 

 oatmeal have come mighty good men. 



Next the boy lived for a time in Salt Lake City 

 and cared for his uncle's cow. She was a fine 

 motherly cow, very wide where width did the most 

 good, low down and gentle, with a big mouth 

 and an appetite to match it. He fed her on alfalfa 

 hay without grain. What milk she gave ! That cow 

 must have been a freak, for she gave some 5 or 6 

 gallons a day of rich creamy milk with no other 

 food than alfalfa hay and hydrant water. Steadily 

 as he milked the cow the respect of the boy for 

 alfalfa hay grew. 



Next the boy went down into the deep mountain 

 canyons along Green Eiver and worked there on a 

 cattle ranch. It was a great ranch in dimension, 

 full 40 miles in extreme length, extending from the 

 horrid cliffs along Price River to the cool heights 



