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 River 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 
