ordingly. The cows were returned to their owners for wintering. The men did the herding but mostly the women did the milking, and the cheese making, This custom was also derived from "the old country". Huge galvanized vats were fashioned with a special burning log compartment for the heating of the milk. With the lack of a thermometer an expert finger would determine when a hundred deg¬rees was reached. Extract from calve's stomaches was used as the rennet to "curdle" the milk. The "curdles" or curds were then cooked in their own whey until they would "crush" properly in the hand. The whey was then drained and fed to livestock. The curds were matted and "cheddared" until the draining whey had just the right acid flavor. It was now cheese and ready to be cured in wheat bins. The longer it cured the "Nippier" it got. Z.C.M.I, was the big market for this "World's Best Cheese". It was made in the Summer, cured for sale in the Winter. The Centerville Merk-a-Store owned by Joel Parrish also was an outlet. Troubles began among the owners and they all sold their interest to Joel Parrish who moved the factory west and located it near the Parrish homestead. Eventually the equipment was toted all the way to Canada by sons John and Ernest. B.H. Roberts herded cows for the cheese factory claimed he learned the scrip¬tures in the lush pastures in Mountain Green. It was here he had a run in with a bear, a story recorded in Church History. Eventually sheep took over the range and it became more difficult to rent cows. Moreover, it was likely the younger generation of women did not take to milking quite as readily. Then too, the railroad began hauling cheese from the East at a cheaper price. Thus ended Mountain Green's big cheese industry. —Wallace Parrish, Logan SAGE HENS In the early days "before those damn sheep" the cattle ranges in the foot hills around Mountain Green were fluch with fat and juicy sage hens, prairie chic¬kens, pine hens, and grouse. It was wonderful during Fall "round-up" to hunt these resplendant fowel. They appeared in huge flocks that literally clouded the sky. I remember bagging a sage hen and prairie chicken with a single shot from a twenty gage shot gun. Come the sheep, no more fowels. 74