The Nevada journal., 1857-12-25
WHOLE NUMBER 3 9 b

A funny story is told of an old friend of
ours-one who, sick and tired of the
care and hustle Of a city life, has retir-
ed into the country. and "gone TO farm
ing" as the saying is. His land, albeit
we'll situated and commanding sundry
fine prospects, is not so particularly fer
tile as some we have seen-requiring
scientific culture and liberal system of
manuring to induce an abundant yield.
So far by way of explanations
Once upon time as the story-books
say, our friend being on short visit to
New Orleans, was attending an auction
sale down town, and as it so happened,
they were selling damaged sausages at
the time There were some eight or
ten barrels of them, and they were '.just
going at so cents BARREL" when the
auctioneer, with all apparent serious
ness, remarked that they were worth
more than that to manure land with.
Here was an idea. "Sixty-two and a
half cents-third and last cali-gone I"
retorted the auctioneer. "Cash takes
them at sixty-two and a half cents per
barrel ~
To have them shipped to his country
seat was the immediate work of our
friend, and as it was then. planting time,
and the sausages, to use common
phrase, "were getting no better very
fast" to have them safe under ground
and out of the way wes his next move
ment. He was about to plant field of
several acres Of corn-the soil of the pi-
ney woods species-so, here was just
the spot for this new experiment IN ag-
riculture, this new wrinkle in the sci
cree of geopincs. One "iink" of sau-
sage being deemed amply sufficient, that
amount placed in each hill, accompanied
by the usual number of kernels Of corn
and an 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.
Neighbor-Well, friend, have you
planted your corn!
Friend-Yes, several days since.
Neighbor-Is it up yet?
Friend-Up! yes up and gone. the
most of it.
Neighbor-How is that !
Friend--Well, you see, | bought a
lot of damaged sausages the other day
in New Orleans smooth tongue of an
anctioneer saying they would make ex-
cellent manure, if nothing else. | bro't
the lot over, commenced planting my
corn at once, as it was time, planted a
sausage in each HILL, and
Neighbor-Well, and what ?
Friend-And felt satisfied that / had
made a good job of it. Some days af-
terwards went out to the field to see
how the corn was coming on, and pret-
ty piece of business | have made of try
ing agricultural experiments.
Neighbor-Why, what was the mat
ter %
Friend-Matter! the first thing l saw
before reaching the field, was the great
est lot of dogs digging and scratching
all over it ! There were my dogs, and
your dogs, and all the neighbors dogs,
besides about three hundred strange
dogs l never set my eyes on before, and
every one was hard at it mining after
the buried sausages. Somehow or 9th
er the rascally whelps had scented out
the business, and they have dug up ev-
cry hill by this time If l could set ev-
cry dog of them on the auctioneer, I'd
be satisfied.
DaEsTIcKs.- famous "Doesticks" :"
has been to Boston and furnishes the
New York Picayume with a humorous
sketch, from which these extracts are
made
Ninety-nine extra-sized anglO-wOrms,
locomoting at high pressure speed about
a garden walk of showery afternoon,
and being perpetually turned back when
they get to the edge, and compelled to