Gallipolis journal. [volume] (Gallipolis, Ohio) 1837-1919, 1868-08-06
farmers Department.
The Two systems of Agriculture

Inc Two oyStohS Va a
Old Fogy uses the same plow Ior
plowlng sod and loose land; piews
from three to five inches deep; Gus
and covers, breaking about ha.i MS
land. leaving it in ridges and hoilows'
has about a rod square around each
stump filed with bushes, elders and
and sprouts: never uses a roller or
cIod. crusher; thinks all the time and
money spent for manure thrown
away; don't believe drainage does
any good; has some common apple
trees; don't believe in grating; new
er raises any small fruits or garden
vegetables-thinks il is land and
money threwn away; never provides
wood or other fuel more than one
day ahead. You can see him these
hot days {poor soul) sweating over
his wood pile chopping wood to COOK
his dinner; never has tool mt to
work with; is an incessant borrower;
don't believe in farmers being "edl-
Gated" for neither he nor his father
before him had any s'edicatfon," and
they "got along" well enough; de-
spises every thing that looks beau
tiful and ''fxy," as he calls it; be-
lieves wheat will turn to cheat; plants
his crops when the moon suits him;
believes if shingles are laid in the
new of the moon the ends will turn
up; in fact, is much more likely to
believe anything which is contrary
to good philososhy and sound rea-
son, and for which he can give no
explanation, than he is to believe a
thing that is easily explained accor-
ding to the laws of nature. A theo-
ry that cannot be explained partakes
somewhat of the marvellous, and as
the Old Fogy believes in witches, he
thinks results are brought about in
agriculture by some supernatural in
fuence. He is, therefore, great
believer in luck. He seldom, if ever,
sends his children to school, and II
at all only few weeks in the winter,
when they can do nothing else. He
perfectly despises theorists and book
farmers, as he calls intelligent men
who are engaged in agriculture. He
finally dies, leaving property to the
amount of forty to sixty thousand
dollars, and not son with sufficient
learning or intelligence to settle his
estate. He has benefited no one
the world is no better for his having
lived in it. His life has been fail
ure, or at best like the fat hog, worth
more at his death than during all his
life.
The Progressive has his plows
well suited for each particular pur
pose; plows from eight to twelve in
ches deep; is sure to break and turn
over all his land; mellows it well
before putting in his crops; takes
every sprout and weed from the
stumps and fence corners; never al
lows weeds to grow in his crops, and
on no account to ripen their seed on
his farm. He knows one years
seeding makes ten years wedding,
and acts accordingly. He is great
fellow to save or obtain manure, fol
he knows its value; has his lands
drained as fast as possible. In his
orchards you will find all the finest
fruits; in his capaclous kitchen gar
den, all the valuable small fruits, as
well as a good stock of seasonable
vegetables. His table is loaded with
an abundance of good things in their
season, while Old Fogy sits down to
his dry bread and fat pork. As a
consequence, he gets plenty of labor
ers, while Old Fogy wonders why
he can seldom hire hand, and when
he gets one, why he is not as good
as his wideawake neighbor's. Our
Progressive farmer provides his
wife with bountiful supply of dry
wood for cooking during winter,
keeps none but the best of tools, and
they in first rate order; takes and
reads liberal supply of newspapers;
has good agricultural library. edu-
Gates his children; in fact, his home
is q good school; has nice home,
and yard well fixed up; believes in
flowers or any thing to make his
home attractive; sows good, clean
seed on well prepared, clean land,
and is sure he will reap the same,
for 'what a man seweth that shall
he also reap" He has also some
thing to give to those who need
charity, or for good object. When
he comes to leave this world, al
though he may not leave so large an
estate as his old fogy, stingy neigh
Dor, yet he feels he has not lived in
vain-the world is something better
off for his having lived in it. He
leaves an intelligent and virtuous
family behind him, who are and will
be proud of his memory.-Farmers
Chronicle. .-.-.