, 1864-02-06
An Editors Visit to an Editors
Farm.

past, says the New York Independent be-
cause a newspaper will not edit itself even
In hot weather, not green field had ! set
eyes on, all this summer, till Mr.. Greely
said o week ago,
"Come up and spend Saturday on the
farm"
Mr.. Greeley's farm is at Chapequa,
station which in spite Of being on the lIar.
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 drink water at his own rock.
spring. All this freshens away his vener.
able look, and turns him into a young man
in twenty -four hours. This farm supplies
vegetables to the market and good reading
to the Tribune, just as certain other
farm at Peekskill grows apples for New
York and preaching for Brooklyn. What
other farms in the country yield better
fruit?
Drawing near the station, overheard a
passenger say to his companion:
ave are coming upon Horace Greeley
country seat"
al suppose he lives in fine STYLE" said
the other.
"No, he lives like laboring man" was
the reply.
How could help turning around and re.
marking,
"Well, he is laboring man"
Living in the woods, in romantic haunt,
barricaded 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 axe, and for twelve years has
been chopping hemlocks, birches, chestnuts,
oaks, maples-yet his woods still stand.
He can cut tree or split rail as well as
Abraham Lincoln, and can probably write
as good proclamation.
81 am prudent of my oaks" said he, as
he walked in the shade of aged boughs
that shook their leaves to the same wind
that filled IIendrick lIudson's sails. Older
than these, some others had thought Of
growing before Columbus had thought Of
sailing. An amy of veteranA, they en-
camp on his hillsides-soldiers of many
battles against tempest thunderbolts-still
shaking their banners in every breeze. stand.
ing where they will stand long after we who
walked under them have faded like leaf.
A man looks at flower, How short
livedw But what say the trees when they
look down at men2 Or what say the
rocks when they look up at trees2 Nay,
what says the globe ITSELF except to bear o
faint witness Of Him to whom a thousand
years are as one day, passing like tale
that Is toldi
"Do you employ slave labori" ! in.
quired.
awe will walk round the FARM" he re-
piled. "and perhaps you will meet some
contrabands."
iound-O marvel of the times that
the hest blood Of South Carolina was till
ing Horace Greeley's fields!
Never were seventy acres more diversi.
fled than on this fhrm-crowding together
meadow, garden, orchard, ravine, precipice,
cascade, and forest primeval. Part Of il
Is as level as prairie, and part too steep
for goat too climb. It Is Nature in her
wildness and tameness; q little Switzerland.
There were three Of us-the third being
our friend Morton, at whom the geese
hissed because be makes the famous gold
pens.
aLet US 20 down into the rayine and dip
our cups into the well in the rock" said
our host, who has q known fondness for
cold water. After drinking our Gil, with
o relish better than Of wine, we sat on the
rocks ct the foot Of the waterfall, and strip
ping our arms bare, plunged them into the
rapids till the blood turned cold, and we
rose like giants refreshed. Sometimes 10
q freshet, this stream plays tricks, and Ike
o wolf in the fable has once destroyed O
dam. But It makes up In good looks what
it lacks in good conduct. The fishes in the
fsh-pond would have come to our hands
for . few crumbs, only we forgot to carry
the crumbs. Mr.. Greeley talks to them
sometimes; but they, just as when st. An.
thony preached 70 their shallow pates for
the first time, still turn their tails and
swim away. Climbing up tohigher ground
in the woods, whirr.r went the partridgcs
from under our feet, very picture Of un-
necessary skedaddling-for not o gun is
fired among these trees, and all the sensi.
ulc Ultuo huOM ~ 4uo o4utAEeto WeI0
taking their comfort whistling as content
edly as il they owned the place. The 10.
Gusts 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 SET
tied on our roses and pinks and hearts
ease, as il they were customhouse officers
cometo searchfor contraband goods. Knee.
deep we walked in clover, the grasshoppers
flying out before US like rebels before Gen,
Rosecrans. A grasshopper eats like a
hungry man, yet even while he devours
your substance, you bear no grudge against
him, because Of the wiseness of his face.
When he happens to leap away and loses
his hold Of the clover-stalk, his yellow
belly turns up so like frogs as to cheat q
Frenchman. Besides, this creature speaks
the dead languages, and "chlrps on in
Greek STILL" But the acrobats will soon
stop their ground and lofty tumblings, for
yonder come the turkeys with sherifITs war.
rant after every one Of them. Grasshop
pers are good 10 be gobbled, and turkeys
. must get ready for Thanksgiving.
Walking in the apple. orchard, we were
morally rebuked by the trees-they were
such fruitbearers: living such prof;,obIo