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Show MAX COWAN AUGUST 18, 1972 this man. He was just like a jockey, and he was a marvelous horseman. I followed him around, and the cattle. At that time the market was dropping, and I could not buy them off him. I came back to Salt Lake and called Mr. Bloom, and I told him, "I never bought the cattle off Mr. Batt." He says, "You mean to tell me two Jews could not get along? 11 I said, "Is that man a Jew?" He said, "Why sure, he is a Jew." I never knew it. He did not know I was a Jew, and I did not know he was a Jew. In fact, I only saw him one time after that; mahy, many years after that. He was president of the Elko County Horse Racing Association. He was an old bachelor, and he had that ranch there. The people in Ruby Valley would bring their cattle to the railroad, which was about ten miles east of his place. They would come there and stop at his place for the night. The next day they would drive the cattle to the railroad. He was a marvelous cook. He would always cook them a big feed. In fact, I enjoyed his cooking. He made a lunch for us, and he cooked me a steak for lunch. I remarked how good a cook he was. He never knew I was Jewish, neither of us. Then I found out his father was a pioneer in Wells, Nevada. Somewhere or other he got that ranch, and this man liked the ranch life. He took this 41 |
