A RANCHMAN'S RECOLLECTIONS 



in and stay with us." About a week later I crawled 

 onto a train at Sacramento at 5 a. m. I noticed his 

 car on the train, but thought that I would wait until 

 after breakfast before making a call. His personal 

 attendant came through the train about 6:^0 and 

 recognized me. He returned shortly to say that Mr. 

 Armour (always an early riser) wanted me to come 

 back to breakfast and remain with them, as they were 

 going to be run "special." I wish I might have space 

 to describe that wonderful trip via Mt. Shasta, 

 Rogue River Valley, and the Willamette Valley. 

 The train consisted of an engine and the private ob- 

 servation car. Peach trees were in bloom, and 

 spring's charm was upon the landscape and in the air. 



After breakfast Mr. Armour took me into the back 

 end of the car and asked, "Well, what have you been 

 doing?" I was pretty well fixed; luck had been com- 

 ing my way, and I replied that I had sold eighteen 

 cars of hams the day before. "That's fine," he said; 

 then came that vision in the remark: "You don't 

 have to go any higher up than me for instructions, 

 and I tell you to sell this stuff and never stop selling. 

 We are going to be smothered with hogs this fall, 

 and I want a clean house. You will of course con- 

 fer with your house, but if you get in a tight place, 

 and haven't time, sell ; you know enough about value 

 not to go wild." 



I never knew what he wired my house, if any- 

 thing; but the house evidently had his ideas in con- 



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