Randolph County journal. [volume] (Winchester, Indiana) 1864-1865, 1865-01-06
From Moore's Rural New Yorker. +.
GOING NEST.

h tNHN' ." -'t-i- ~ - ''
! sell out TO the first man that offer
: me my price,
| "Mother" smiled little. quie
smile She had hesrd OF "goin:
West" before.
Uncle John continued: "See if
don't. There's Alick Morris. wh'
went West five years ago as poor a
Jobs turkey, and they say he own
now a thousand acres Of land-onl'
think" How small his own hun
dred-ac farm looked by the side o
that. He did not notice that littl,
Nell left the table just then, almos
choking, and ran away up stairs
Aunt Mary had no desire TO 90 " est
She knew they were well enough OF
where they were; and more than that
she knew that Uncle John would not
be satisfied if he went West-that
he would be thoroughly homesic< in
a fortnight. But she saw that he
was more in earnest now than he had
husuallv been when talking on that
subject, and she knew that if his
heart once became set on it, il would
be difficult to move him from his
purpose. She did not oppose his
plans by direct words just then-she
+ understood that this would only
arouse him TO defend them, and
/ thus make his purpose stronger. SO
she executed a flank movement. as
military people say. She passed the
plate of butter to her husband. 81
believe Golden Betty is doing better
than ever this fall" she remarked
Seems to me ! never made such
butter from her milk afore
lis Splendid said Uncle John;
''she's a capital heifer. I wouldn't
swap her now for Capt. Johnson's
new Durham.
Nor I, nuther,' said VIII, their
dozen year old boy. at his side
'Jake says she don't give much
milk. Our COWS So gentle, too;
why, father, can milk her both
sides"
"And she'll eat salt out of my
hand said little Sue
81 should hate to part with her,
raaly," said Uncle John.
Mother" got up and went to the
buttery and brought out an unusually
plethoric pie. "Here, father, you
must try piece of pie. It's made
from the apples on the South Gar
den tree-you know it hasn't borne
any before"
"Yes, yes! it come from seed,
viii, that l planted the day before
YOU was born. / declare, mother,
that's good for seedlin' apples. |
don't believe we'd better graft it,
had WEI
mo, / guess not replied Aunt
Mary. "Have another piece of
bread, father-it's from the new
wheat flower. Don't you think your
wheat was extra good this year.
"Yes, it went ten bushels to the
acre more'n last year, an the berry
was good deal plumper This
breads fust rate. Ef | don't sell
out, ] b'lievc | shall break up all the
west lot this fall. guess we ain't
goin' to he troubled with the insect
much more
"By the way, father, whens my
rolls comm home: raaly want to
begin to spin my stoekin' yarn next
week-it's comm cold weather purity
soon
Il know it wish men would
ever 10 rs they promise--they said
they'd have en- cardca three weeks
ago. Guess must send Will down
a Monday
You'll have wool enough next
year to sell 10 prt up the addition,
won't you:'
"Why, yes, | guess so--if we
don't 90 West; we need it purity bad
Ny lambs is doin' fust rate;
hain't lost half-a-dozen this season
in my hull flock was afeard d the
huff rot was goin' to take 'em of
purity bad. but never see how quick
it was cured up.
You've got "A good farm for sheep,
father"
Yes, mother, that's so. I've a
mind to ask five dollars more an
acre'n | have. It's wuth il side
other farms round. Bill Jones asks
forty for his'n, AN mines worth ten
more for sheep; sheep raisin's goin
to he bic business the next ten years.
| reckon.