The Somerset herald and farmers' and mechanics' register. [volume] (Somerset, Pa.) 183?-1852, 1846-02-24
Now Agricultural wrinkle.

A funny story is told of an old friend
Of ours-one who, sick and tired OF the
care and hustle Of city life, has retired
irto the country and ''gone TO farming"
as the saying is. His land, albeit well
situated and commanding sundry roman
tic prospects, was not so particularly fer
tile as some we have seen-required sci
cnti6c culture and liberal use of guanO
of some sort to induce an abundant yield.
So far by way Of explanation.
Once upon time, as the story-books
say, our friend, being on short visit to
the, city, was attending an auction sale
down town, and it So happened, they
were selling damaged sausages at the time.
There were some eight or ten barrels Of
them, and they were 'just gom at fifty
cents per barrel" when the auctioneer,
with all apparent seriousness remarked
that they were worth more than that to
manure land with. Here was an idea.
'.Sixty-two ond half,' said our friend.
':Just going at sixty-two and half-third
ane last csll-gone," retorted the auction
eer. Cash takes them at tsixty-two and
half per barrel"
To have them shipped for country
seat was the immediate work of our
friend, and as it was then planting time,
and the sausages, to use a common ex-
preston, were getting no better very
FAST" to have them safe under ground,
and out of the way was his next move
ment. He was about to plant field Of
several acres Of corn-sO, here was Just
the spot for his new experiment in agri-
culture, this new wrinkle in the science
of geoponics. One stink" Of sausage
being deemed amply sufficient, that a.
mount was placed in each hill, accom-
panied by the usual number Of kernels Of
corn and occasional pumkin seed, and all
were nicely covered over in the usual
style. Now, after promising that several
days have occurred since the corn was
planted, the sequel of the story shall be
told in dialogue between our friend and
one of his neighbors.
Neigbor.-"Well, friend, have you
planted your corn %
Friend.-"Yes, several days since"
Neighbor.-''ls it up yet -
Friend.-"Up! yes; up and gone; The
most of it."
Neighbor.-How's that!"
Friend.-"Well, you see I bought q
lot Of damaged sausages in Orleans the
other day, smooth-tougued auctioneer
saving they would make excellent ma
nure, if nothing else. ! brought the lot
over, commenced planting my corn At
once, as twas time, placed sausage in
each hill, and
Neighbor.-"Well, and what?
Friend.-s'And felt satisfied that | bad
made good Job of it. Some days ago
went ont to the field to see how my corn
was coming on, and pretty piece OF
business | have made of trying agrlcultu-
raj experiments.
Neighbor.-Why, what was the mat
ter!''
Friend.-"Matterl the first thing I
saw, before reaching the field. was the
greatest lot Of dogs digging and scratch
ing all over it There we're my dogs
and your dogs, and all the neighbors' dogs
besides about three hundred strange doD,
l never set eyes on before. aud ever enc
was hare at mining after the ss"srxe--
Somehow or other, the rascall1 whelnS
had scented out the busiDcss, and thew
have dug up every hill oy this time. ff
! could set every dog cf lhsra on hat
suctioneer I'd be sane5ssE ~. o PAn