Litchfield enquirer., 1835-03-26
No. A2.-WHoLE No. 458.
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not absolutely criminal, that bears so heav- { iIy on the labors Of the working part of | community as the credit system, or the
 custom of crediting out the produce of our ] labor for promises offuiure remuneration; ] and tIis custom has now become so com mon that it is almost equivalent to law; and there is no one, except 1t be an fnde-
 pendent farmer, who can carry on aproht-
 able business without conforming to this
 ruinous custom. To this custom, trouble
 some as it is, we almost all naturally con- form; mutually cooperate, not to help 1 but to vex each other, with collecting debts, which many say 1t is easier to earn than
 afterwards to obtain: but while man in
 business has to give credits, unless he IS l immensely rich he is obliged to obtain cred- it's; and thus the trouble goes round, is 1 communicated through society. and be- comes general.
 The mechanic who works for customers
 feels most heavily the weight of this now so ] necessary an evil; and none more so than the publisher of newspaper. whose cus- 1 toners, though perhaps generally good, are ] more scattered, aud their credits in smaller parcels than most others; while their own debts, if they make any, are in much laf- ger sums, and the most prompt payment IS necessary
 We give here but slight sketch of the evils of the credit system, as it exists for which we know no remedy hut in public opinion and corresponding action opera ting to aid US, and to that only would we appeal. Indeed, it has often been sugges- ted by writers on political economy, that the absaice of all laws for collecting of debts but the law of honor, would be the
 most sure remedy for the evil of which we complain.
 THs Language of Animals." ;" That animals have each language of their own
 to one another," says James Hogg, in his
 Sermons, there can be no doubt. !
 know a good deal oftheir language myself. 1 I know by the voice ofthe raven when he has discovered one of my flock dead-l \ know also his prelude to the storm and me I weather The moorfowls can call one an- \ other from hill to hill. learned to imi- \ tate their language so closely that could ! have brought scores of them within the
 range of my shot ofa morning. The black
 cock has call too, which brings all l1is
 motley mates around him, but the females
 have no call. They are set ofsubordin-
 ate beings, like the wives of a nabob.- l They dare not even incnbate np8n the q ' same M l hill with their l,aughty lords. but the par fridge, and every mountain bird. have B language to each other, and though rather circumseribed, it is perfectly understoods l and as Wordsworth says, {" not to me un- I known." Even the stupid and silly barn
 door hen, whenthe falcon appears, can. ny one single alarm note, make all her chick
 ems hide in moment. Every hen tei!s you when she has laid her egg and, lest It
 should not be well enough heard or under stood, the cock exefts' the whole power of i his lungs to divulge the important secret. ] The black faced eve, on the approach of
 a fox or dog, utters whistle through the 1 nostrils which alarms all her comrades, and
 immediately puts them upon the look out. ! Not one of them will take another bite uIl-
 ,il they discover whence the danger is ap-
 preaching. 1.-the dog be with man. sun- dry of them utter certain bleat. which
 know wei, but cannot describe. and begin
 feeding again. If the dog is by himself, they are more afraid of him than any other animal. and you will then hear the whistle
 repeated through the whole glen.
 "But the acuteness of the sheep's ear surpssses all things in natafe that know of. A eve will distinguish her own lambs blsat among thousand all praying at the . same time, and making d noise thousand
 times louder than the singing of psalms. a Gameronian sacrament in the fields
 where thousands are congregated-and
 that is no joke either. Besides the distin.
 guisI,ment ofvoice is perfectly reciprocal N between the eve and lamb, who amid the
 deafcning sound, run tO meet one another:
 There are few things have ever amused
 me more than sheep shearing. and then
 the sport continues the whole day. We
 put the flock into the fold, set out all the
 lambs to the hill, and then send the ewes to
 them as they are shorn. The moment
 ,ha. lamb hears its dams voics. 1t rushes Gfrom the crowd to meet her. but instead of j finding the rough, welf-ciad, comfortable
 mama, which it lcft an hour, or a few hours
 ago, it meets poor naked shrivelling--a
 most deplesable-looking creature. 1t
 wheels about, and uttering loud tremu-
 lous bIeat of perfect despair flies from the frightfnl vision. The moiher's voice ar frests it's fiieht-itreturns- flies, and returns
 again, generally for ten or a dozen times before the reconciliation is fairly made up.'