 Science is often experimented on certain animals to determine if they have memories. And we've heard many tales about an elephant's memory, especially toward those who have done him evil. In fact, as an old saying, he has a memory like an elephant. Bill, Henry, Stumpy, and Gray Wolf are going to find out for their amazement how a grateful dog can remember those who helped him. Actually, to help the fellas gave the dog small and almost insignificant in a ranger's busy day. But the fact remains that they did stop and help a canine in trouble. Well, suppose we get started with our story, the dog that didn't forget. Our story opens on the hog farm owned by Roscoe Dickens and his son, Larry. The brood sows have recently delivered their fall litters, and there are hundreds of little oinkers running around in their pens alongside their mothers. Roscoe and Larry keep a watchful eye on their valuable sows and pigs because they've seen some large eagles flying about overhead, eyeing a nice tender pork chop dinner for themselves. Right now, father and son are about to go into the house to have lunch. Take our boots off, Larry. I guess so, Dad. We'll never get all this mud off of them to mother's satisfaction. Yep, she'll skin us alive if we crack mud all over the floor. I'm right. Sit down on the step, Dad. I'll pull your boots off. Okay. Age before you, man. No, it's the respect of youth for its elders. Yeah. Hey, you got a glib tongue, young fella. I suppose you use the same smooth talk on your girlfriend, huh? Come on, Dad. Come off her, will you? What's that? Oh, it's an eagle of an eagle. Maybe I can get a shot on this time. Hey, Dad, you forgot your boots. You didn't say that again. From now on, one of us will stay here and stand guard. It's foolish of me to let us both go away at the same time. How many did they get? Six. There were three eagles, and they took a pig in each car. Well, you go on up the house mad lunch and I'll stand guard. Then flying pig-speakers come back again and I'll fill them with a full-off round shop. I'll have to walk home. What's all fun for me? You. Me. You're standing there, you're stocking feet with mud up to your ankles. Well, if I ain't aside for so long, I shouldn't laugh. After all, this is serious. But you look so funny. There ain't no reason why we can't have a legitimate laugh, even on the face of trouble. Sometimes that's the best medicine in the world for high blood pressure and heart tempers. Give me some clean socks and my boots when you come back from lunch while you're in. Sure thing. And if any eagles come back, I'll take mud pies out. Roscoe and Larry Dickens aren't the only stockmen in the naughty pine area who are having trouble with eagles stealing their livestock. The Bruce brothers have been battling the eagles for several weeks as the giant birds carry off lambs from their flocks. Right now, Biff and Andy Bruce are using their rifles like anti-aircraft guns as they pull out a barrage of hot lead into the sky. Yes, you're right there. I don't think they got any lambs this trip, you. You didn't seem to get any. Boy, I sure wish we could get those lamb putters. I heard the other boys are complaining about the eagles, too. Go to that mosey round and find out who's having trouble and what they're doing about it. Good idea. I'll stand guard on this lead pill dispenser while you're gone. Well, it appears that the eagles have quite a fancy appetite. Not only do they like pork and lamb, but they have their beaks set for veal as well. Let's drop over to the Sears Ranch as Clarence and Jonathan Sears ride through and around their herd of prime-deaf cows. Well, boys sure aren't happy about what they see. Those pesky eagles have been after the calves again, Clarence. Yeah, they sure have. Look at the telelocks in this calf's back. Better have the boys come out and patch up the wounded calves and get an infection and die. Uh-oh. There's another calf over here with a hide almost torn off his back. I'd like to give those eagles an infection. Yeah, a hot lead infection. We've got to do something about this. Before you know it, those claw environments will have all of our calves scratched to bits. I wonder if any other boys are having the same trouble. I don't know, but there's one way to find out. You mean over at Ben's store? Sure, why not. Ben listens to the boys as they talk. He's better than a newspaper or a party line phone. Now, howdy, Ben. Howdy, boys. Drop a barrel and set a spell. Thank you, Ben. What's near out your way? Nothing much. Hey, lean over here, Ben. I'll tell you something. What's the matter? You got something secret here? Exactly, Ben. You heard any of the boys talk about eagles? Yeah. You said about eagles? Yeah, that's what I said. You heard the boys talking about eagles. Larry and I have Jonathan. Hello, Roscoe. You have an eagle trouble, too? And how? You fellas are being tested by him, too, we sure are. They're ripping out calves to shreds. And did you hear that? Yeah. Then buzzers sure have a selective appetite. What do you fellas plan to do about getting rid of them? We haven't any plans yet. We thought we'd drop around and find out if any of you fellas are having the same trouble. Yeah, Ben, you ever heard tell us how this kind of trouble around here before? Yeah. Good. What to do about them? Yeah, let me think a spare here. Yep, just five years ago this month, the boys in Shady River Valley had the same trouble. I wanted to get rid of the big birds. No, Bradley, recollect. And all I know is that they was gone all of a sudden, like. Well, who was it? I got it. Now, I remember sure enough. It was that little Ranger fella. Bill... Bill... Oh, you know who I mean. The boss in the boss, Ranger. That's it, fellow Roscoe. Yes, sir. He done it. Got rid of them there eagles right suddenly. Hello, Ranger headquarters. Henry Scott speaking. No, Mr. Dickens, he isn't. Can you get a hold of him quick? Perhaps I can this evening. He's out on the trail and he plans to stay out for another week or so. However, I talk to him almost every evening by radio. I sure appreciate it. If you get a hold of him this evening, it's quite urgent. I'll try my best, Mr. Dickens. Is there a message I can give him? We need his help. Stumpy and Graywolf have been out in the forest the number of days now mapping fire lanes. Each year, old fire lanes have to be cleaned of brush and scrap trees. Also, it's necessary to cut new fire lanes every few years to meet the changing fire hazard conditions. The fellas are using the conventional surveying equipment. Stumpy is using the transit, which is a small telescope on a tripod. This instrument has special gauges and scales on it that tell the surveyor what his readings and elevations are. Bill and Graywolf, through the footwork for the old timer, they carry the long sticks that have height markings on them. Mapping's a rough job because it involves miles and miles of walking. Stumpy is mumbling unhappily to Bill. You must be fire lane happy, sonny. How many new ones did you have cut anyhow? Well, by the looks of this map we're working up. I'd say we cleared out quite a few. Stumpy's one good eye. Get tired looking through the transit. No, see, here, you young whippersnepper. They got two perfectly good eyes. They both work fine. I'm no surveyor. I'm even a worst map maker. We'll say I get a little cross-eyed peeping through this pipe with a nut hole at each end. Hey, go ahead when you ride. I'll watch ya. I knew you'd see it our way, sonny. We only have a dozen more fire lanes to map. Them fellas think I'm Columbus, looking for the United States. Well, keep them up and as soon as I get all this infection set up. Okay, take beating now. Well, what do you think I'm doing? Reading this here robot on the neck. It's a matter of them guys in here. Hey, Graywolf, look out behind you. There's a wolf. Where did you see the wolf, Stumpy? Right in back of Graywolf. He was in this here brush. How big was Wolf? Yeah, pretty good size, sonny. Feet of jump you had to hand your hands full. I'm glad you see Wolf through transit. Hold it, fellas. You'll find fatal signs, sonny. I sure did. Look here. Oh, he plenty big fellow all right. I'll say so. Well, we've scared him off. Might as well finish surveying this new fire land and call it quits for the day. Yeah, sure could do with some riddles. Then have a nice quiet evening around the campfire before turning in. Just finished the gospel of John. Many lots of times, but this is new to me as the first time already. That tells me that Bible is God's word because I not get tired of it. That's the great truth of the scriptures, fellas. God's word is just as new and fresh and powerful as when it was written. Men have been trying to fathom all of the Bible's truths for thousands of years. They'll continue to do so until the Lord comes again. Oh, not right. You miss it almost time to turn in. Hey, I almost forgot to call Henry. Now set up the radio. Yeah! Hey, brother Bill! Let's leave everything peaceful and quiet the way it's been for days since we've been out here. I wish I could, stuffy. I ought to check in, though. I guess I'll stretch my legs before hitting the hay. Hey, what was that? Whoa! I see him! Sit still, fellas! I don't know if I'll see a bargain before you come back and I. Where's stuffy? Was that funny? Oh, stuffy. That's a dog. Not a wolf? Hey! Great day in the morning if it ain't! You're right. He hurt, too. Let's try and get him to come over to us. I'll fix some food. Let's just coax him in so we can help. What's your name, sonny? He's weak, isn't he? Oh, he's plenty hungry. Food smell will overcome his fears of us. Come on, boy. Right over here, fella. That's... That's a good job. Now, you do a good job. Adam, just a little... Let's see him a little more relaxed now. Okay, fella. You're doing fine. All right, here's your food now. Look at him go up his food! Well, fella, family has had anything to eat since Hector was a pup. Oh, you like warm fire, too. All right, let's leave him be for a while, fellas. I think he'll stay with us until we can get a look at his injured leg. Okay, fella. Hold still now, and then we'll take a look at this leg, here's. That's a good thing he come for help. The leg will begin to fester. Soon blood poisons. Hey, hey, hey! Looks like you can't tangle up with your small animal trap. Yeah, that's what I was thinking, Stumpy. Now, give me the first aid kit. We'll have our friend patched up in a jiffy. And right here on top of gear, say, Bill, you want to talk to Henry on radio? Thanks, Gray Wolf. Oh, I forgot all about talking to Henry. We can get him while I bandage our friend's leg. Ranger headquarters calling Bill Jefferson. Ranger headquarters calling Bill. Hey, hey, that's the phone. Hello, Ranger headquarters, Henry Scott speaking. No, I haven't, Mr. Dickens. I've been trying for an hour. Oh, about half an hour. If he doesn't answer then, he won't until tomorrow evening. Surely, I'll be glad to. Goodbye. Henry calling Bill. Henry calling Bill. Come in, Bill. Over. Boy, I'm glad I got you, Bill. I've been trying for an hour. Russell Dickens wants to see you right away. Over. You know why he wants to see me, Bill? No, I don't, Bill. But I'll meet you and the fellows out of this ranch if it's all right with you. OK, pal. We'll pack up right away and meet you there as soon as possible. Over and out. You ready to shove off, fellas? Yep. I'm ready to scoot like a rabbit, sonny. Hey, where's our friend with the bad legs? I don't know, Stumpy. Do you see him leave, Bear Wolf? No. Maybe he'll go off while we listen to Henry and you talk. Could be. Well, he's in good shape now. I think he can take care of himself. Sure. You'd see it around if it wasn't. Maybe he's the kind that likes to be a lonesome. Roscoe Dickens has relayed the good news over the party line phone, and all of the ranchers and sheet men in the valley have gathered at the Dickens' home. Henry arrives there in a range of patrol cars, and an hour later, Bill, Stumpy, and Gray Wolf walk in. In a few short minutes, Roscoe brings Bill and the fellas up to date on what's happened and why they've been called so urgently. So now you've heard our problem, Bill. We need your help, and we need it quick. Help us get rid of the eagles, or should I say, will you get rid of them for us? We don't have the slightest idea how to go about it. Yes, gentlemen. We'll get rid of the eagles for you. Oh, that'll be wonderful. We sure appreciate your help. How long will it take? Well, it may take days or weeks. We've got to hunt the eagles' nests and get them there. That'll be pretty dangerous, won't it? Yes, Andy, I suppose so. That's why I suggest we go along. We're trained for this work and used to it. Let's go, fellas. I want to be up in the mountains by sunup. Boy, I haven't seen hiding or a hair of an eagle. You're not up high enough yet, Bill. You mean you've got to go higher than this? You said it, Sonny. Those birds are high flyers. They're probably nesting somewhere in those peaks up ahead. Well, soon we've come to highest point. You said it, very well. If I saw from here, I wish I had a parachute. Hey! Nice watching, Stuffy. He flew from the top of the highest peak. Oh, here. Here, grab my hand. Kill, too, you know! I think so much's making this peak higher as we climb it, Bill. Well, a little more patience, pal. We'll be to the top soon. Hey, cord, you know, here they got a house guest and they let us sit here like bumps up along. Not for long, Stumpy. You see some? Yeah, he sure does, Stumpy. Here come three eagles. All right, let's get our positions, fellas. Pick your targets. Yeah, I'll take the one on the right. I might take one in the middle. There ain't got no choice! Oh, so, really, I don't win. All right, I win ready and make it count. Good shooting, boys. All right, let's go home. You ought to see Bill and the fellas now. They're really taking it easy at headquarters after almost running up the mountains after the eagles. Stumpy's got a generous supply of linen, and it's warm. He leaves his aching muscles, and the smile spreads over his face. There's a look of sleep in his eyes as he leans back in his chair. Bill, Henry, and Gray Wolves sit back with contentment on their faces because they just completed a tough job. The bandit eagles will rob no more. Roscoe! Last night, Bill, thought you said you shot all the eagles. Yes, sir. I did say that. Well, I guess you fellas can't count to three. What do you mean? They sure can't count to three. Much more, we shot three eagles deader than a tombstone. Well, then there must be a fourth eagle. Are you joking? No, sir, the largest eagle I've ever seen, just attacked my pigs. He sure is a whopper, all right. See if he can pick him off from here, Stumpy. Yeah, I don't think I can do it, Bill. No, sir, give it a try. They know you, sonny. We got him left. Be careful, fellas. This is dangerous climbing. That's a good thing. We don't have to go straight up. And how? We're heading up, climbing halfway straight up. I'll help you, Stumpy. No! Go on, get that eagle! It's not too far now. You better rest here, Henry. You're pretty winded. The air is getting rarer by the minute. Yeah. Yeah, Bill. I think I'll sit down and rest. Yeah. I'll catch up in a few minutes. That's a good boy. Come on, Grey Wolf. It's up to us now. Easy now. We're gonna have to walk right into it. Oh. There's no other way to get eagle. I'm ready. Hold him. A few more steps. We'll be right in his nest. Huh? There's this big rock working our way so we can shoot from here. Look out, Bill! Giant Eagle has descended on Bill and Grey Wolf. Grey Wolf tripped and stumbled backwards, striking his head on the huge rock. Now Bill fights the massive bird alone. He tries desperately to get his rifle up in the firing position. But he can't. So now he's using it as a club to ward off the angry eagle. Bill moves like a box. Then suddenly he slips on the gravity rock and he jumps halfway over the edge of the mountain top ledge. He tries desperately to hang on and crawl back, but he can't get a good grip with his hands. The mad bird sees as the bandage and shoots down for the kill. Henry quickly sizes up the situation and comes running, but he's too far away to help. The big rock is in the way of his line of fire. The eagle's almost bombing. Henry's wild shots didn't scare off the vicious bird. Bill will never be able to hold on and fight the bird. The eagle's wings and beak will drive him off the ledge. A wolf. A wolf is fighting off the eagle. No. It's a dog. As the dog and eagle to the wind, they're scooped over and put Bill back on the ledge to safety. Bill grabs his rifle and quickly crawls a bead on the eagle. That was close. If that eagle had got you Bill, you'd be dead now. I'll say I would, pal. It's 3,000 feet straight down. Thanks to our canine friend, I'm alive. Where'd that dog come from? I didn't see him following us. None of us did. Who knows where he came from? I ain't the Lord that he did, Oliver. It's the same dog we helped the other night. Where dog now? Hey, he's gone again. Now why did he suppose he ran off? I don't know. He's probably satisfied that he repaid us for our kindness to him. Yes, sir. There's one dog that didn't forget. You're right there, old-timer. Animals do have memories. At least some of them do, and it's a good thing for Bill that a dog gets remembered. Boys and girls, when someone helps you, remember it. You may not be able to repay the same person who was kind to you, but that doesn't stop you from doing the same thing for someone else. Remember, the Lord said, we should do unto others as we would have them do unto us. We'll see you next week for more adventure with... Hi there, boys and girls. This is Ranger Bill, back again for just a third of a minute with an extra word of thanks to you for joining us today. Hope you'll team up with the Rangers every week at this time when your local station gives us this chance to get together. See you then.