Nebraska advertiser., 1868-09-24
THe OUaEers aS-Farmers.

Reader, if you wish to see a bright
and broad example of the best and
truest, the soundest agriculture on.
this continent, a system by which the
farm and the farmer alike grow rich,
go to Philadelphia, cross the river
along which it is built, and take the
ITS for Salem. For some miles you
will pass through a level and not very
fertil region where the growth is white
oak and some pine. At the distance
of twenty-five or thirty miles south
west from Camden, and five or six
from Delaware river, the traveller
comes into this magnificent agricult-
ural region. On every side, as far as
the v can reach, he sees q succession
of fields cultivated for every square
foot and loaded with the promise of
harvest. Thereare great fields OfcOrn
in sOmeinstances sixty acres in extent,
where the great regal blades of maize
are nOdding and tossing in the sum
mer wind. On the other side, wheat
field of ten, fifteen, or twenty-five
acres in extent has yielded its golden
burden, and between the drills we see
q rank growth of clover almost con-
quering the stubble and about to cover
the surface with generous foliage and
scarlet bloom. at the distance of a
few rods from the highway we, pass
farm houses; they are about a quarter
of a mile apart, plain but strong in
architecture, embowered in trees, and
fanked by grand array wheat stacks,
apple orchards, and great, aff1uent
bards, with out bursts of fodder from
doors and windows, and beneath a
well-designed yard, paved with a foot
or two of well-rotted manure. These.
people are not amateurs from the city,
who have bought a thirty thousand
dollar farm in order to get cream to.
pour over their strawberries, or a place
to set asparagus plants, We drive in
and talk to the owner. His plain
speech and modest bearing proclaim
his religion. He has no large words,
no boasts, no ostentation, but informs
s that from yonder field of six acres
he tooktwo hundred bushels of wheat.
This corn-feld yielded last year sew
enty-fve bushels to the acre.
He has had no rain for six weeks,
and will not make so much this year,
but not less than sixty he thinks.
YOnder ~clover-feld of five acres gave
him twelve tons, and this handsome
second growth he will turn under next
month, and then, after sowing wheat,
will dress in the spring with two hun
dred pounds per acre of ground bone,
or phosphate, or Peruvian guano. We
walk over his acres. They came to
him from an uncle, exceptthe land on
the other side of yOn timber, which
his wife inherited. He shows us his
hogs, his hens, his gang pillow, and his
mari pit. Then we drive on through
other fields, pass other country homes,
and dine with the fortunate owner of
a hundred and forty acres of this adj
mirably cultivated region. He COM
menced poor thirty-five years ago as a
tenant, when he thought his crop
good if an acre yielded him twenty
five bushels of corn Ortwelve of wheat.
He gave fOrty-five dollars when he
bought several years ago, when Polk
was President. Now he would look
away from an offer Of two hundred.
He has no idea of going West. 1t has
no charms he cares nothing for the
price Of land on the line of the Pacific
Railroad, nor amid the hills of East
Tennessee. And now the reader asks
for a reason for all this. Why are
these farmers so happy and content2
Who do their lands, so steadily APP
preciate? We answer that such sue
cess is won only where favoring ma
ture has been aided by skill and in
dustry on the part of man. These