“The crickets came down like a wolf on the fold,” and the crops on the ranch of I.P. Gile, at the mouth of Mores creek, melted away before their resistless march like dew before the morning sun. Mr. Gile saved two acres of corn, all nicely silked out, but cutting it up to feed his stock next winter. Not a green thing is now left standing upon the ranch which one week ago promised an abundant harvest.
Source: Idaho Statesman, August 14, 1949.
