Robb had one of the best memories, and if one could get him started on reminiscence, he could string out interesting stories by the hour, and his experiences would fill a book.

Before Runey Campbell knew that Robb was a foreman, he and J. S. fell in together, and were traveling up the Horse creek country going to the J. H. D. ranch. At this branch there was a queer old pair of people, such as sometimes drift into out-of-the-way-places and stick.

Jule Kransky was a weazened old Dutchman who would not weigh over a hundred and twenty-five pounds, and his wife, just as shrivelled, and dried up, would weigh about ninety. Runey told Robb he would introduce him as belonging to Creighton's. and he added, "maybe the old cuss will treat us half-way civil." Kransky evidently believed him one of the high officials, for 'he killed a chicken and gave them a fine dinner.

Jule and his wife talked in high squeeky voices, and they often had altercations and sometimes these developed into fights. In the latter, however. Mrs. Kranskv was no match for her formidable husband, but she could run the faster, so the bouts usually ended in a foot race.

Once, however, when she was racing ahead of him around the house, crying back in her shrill staccato accents: "Jule, Jule, Jule," he gave up the chase. She kept on running still thinking he was in pursuit. As she rounded a corner of the house she met him face to face and it was too late to escape. That time he caught her and gave her the whipping which he thought she needed. Perhaps it was from that event, came the old saying: "I whipped a woman once fifty years old, and I believe T could have whipped her had she been a hundred."