Bellows Falls times. [volume] (Bellows Falls, Vt.) 1856-1965, 1863-09-11
nlisfeIIaneous Rcaoina.
An Editors Visit to an Editors Farm,

Greeley said week ago, 81 Come up and
spend Saturday on The farm"
Mr.. Greeley's farm is at Chapequa, a
station which in spite of being on the Har-
lem Railroad is not great way from New
York. Every Friday night, our venerable
contributor, getting weary with the week,
leaves Printing House square, and goes up
to smell his own grass, to nod to his own
cattle. and to drink water at his own rock
spring. All this freshens away his venera-
BILE look, and turns him into young man
again 10 twenty-four hours. This farm sup
plies vegetables to the market and good
reading to The Tribme-just as certain
other farm at Peekskill grows apples for
New York and preaching for Brooklyn.
What other farms in the country yield bet
ter crops? E hHa
| Drawing near the station, overheard
passenger say 10 his companion:
+" We are coming upon Horace Greeley's
country seat"
81 suppose he lives in fine style," said
the other.
No. he lives like laboring man." was
the reply.
How could help turning round and re-
marking, Well, he is laboring man I"
Living in the woods, in a romantic haunt
barrcaded against the world by living pal
isades of forest trees,-this busy man, TAX
ing his rest in hard work, drops his pen to
shoulder his ak, and for twelve years has
been chopping hemlocks, birches, chestnuts,
naples, oaks--yet his woods still stand.
He can cut tree or split rail as well as
Abraham Lincoln, and can probably write
as good proclamation.
al am proudest of my oaks" said he, as
we walked in the shade of aged boughs
that shook their leaves to the same wind
that filed Hendrix Hudson's sails. Older
than these, some others had thought of
growing before Columbus had thought of
sailing. An army of aged veterans, they
eneamp on his hillsides-soldiers of many
battles against tempest and thunderbolt-
still shaking their banners in every breeze
standing where they will stand long after
we who walked under them have faded like
! leaf. A man looks at flower, saying,
How short lived !! /" But what say the
trees when they look down at men? Or
what say the rocks when they look up at
the trees? Nay, what says the globe itself,
except to bear faint witness of Him to
whom thousand years are as one day,
passing like a tale that is told
Do you employ slave-labor 4" in
quired.
We will walk round the farm" he re-
Piled, {" and perhaps you will meet some
contrabands.
found-O marvel of the times THAT
the best blood of South Carolina was tilling
Horace Greeley's fields!
Never we're seventy acres more DIVERSE
fled than on this farm-crowding together
meadow, garden, orchard, ravine, precipice,
cascade, and forest primeva. Part of it is
level as prairie, and part too steep for
goat to climb. 1t is Nature in her Wild
ness and her tameness; little Switzerland.
There were three of us-the third being
our friend Morton, at whom the geese hiss
ed because he makes The famous gold pens.
; I" Let us 90 down into the ravine and dip
our cups into the we'll in the rock" said our
host, who has fondness for cold water.
After drinking our fill, with a relish better
than of wine, we sat on the rocks at the
foot of the waterfall, and stripping our arms
bare plunged them into the rapids till the
blood turned cold, and we rose like giants
refreshed. Sometimes in freshet, this
stream plays tricks, and like the wolf in the
fable has once destroyed dam. But it
makes up in good looks what it lacks in
i good conduct The fishes in the fish-pond
b would have come 10 our hands for few
crumbs, only we forgot TO carry the crumbs.
Mr.. Greeley talks 10 them sometimes; but
they, Just as when St. Anthony preached to
their shallow pates for the first time, still
turn their tails and swim away. Climbing
: up to higher ground in the woods, aohirrr-r
went the partridges from under our feet, a
T very picture of unnecessary skedadding-
for not gun is fred among these trees,
and all the sensible birds know it. The
squirrels were taking their comfort, whist
!, ling as conientedly As if they owned the
/ place. The locusls were as loud as brass
( band. They have sound of Sunday in
: their voices. The bees, though having the
+ whole garden TO themselves, envied US the
few flowers that we carried in our hands,
for they settled on our roses and pinks and
heart s-ease, as If they were eustom-house
, ficers come TO search for contraband goods.
Knee-deep we walked in clover, the grass
hoppers flying out before Us like rebels be-
: fore Gen. Rosecrans. A grasshopper eats
like hungry man, yet even while he de-
YOURS your substance, you bear no grudge
against him, because of the wiseness of his
face. When he happens 10 leap away and
loses his hold of the clover-stalk, his yellow
belly turns up so like frogs as to cheat a
Freuchman. Besides, this creature speaks
the dead languages, and chirps on in Greek
still" But the acrobats will soon stop their
grand and lofty tumblings, for yonder come
: The turkeys with sheriff warrant after
x-o-v 90 sc tha,, Crasshopners are oOod