The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1869-07-03
The Horse Growers.

Going into Orange county, n. Y, you
find on every hundred acres neat and ca
pacious white house, with well-kept fences,
few rose bushes, q convenient garden,
ample barns. Inside these houses you will
be apt to find wholesome, handsome wo-
man and four good children-that is the
average. If this woman does not know
what good butter is, and how to make it; if
she does not know a good horse or COW
when she sees it, a good farmer Us soon as
she puts her eyes on his land it will be sur
prising. If every woman in every house
does not own and wear good silk dress,
if there is not in every house a newspaper
or two and Il magazine or two and twenty
good books, it will be more surprising still.
These houses are furnished with good car
pets and good beds, and in many of them
stands piano which some daughter can
play passably well. On Sundays and fair
days, these men and women and children
have good carriage and Il horse or two,
with which they can ride.
They are as well off as mankind can be,
and they ought to be content.
For myself, l should like to see introduce
ed here the English fashion of fortnightly
market days, where, at the central town on
particular day, buyers and sellers should
meet, the one with productions the other
with money, for mutual exchange. I be-
lieve this would promote and satisfy the
! Il g.,
go hungry; and / am sure it would be pc
cuniarly beneficial. Five good farmers can
start it in any district, and trust they will
i'll Orange county. The principal products
of this rich county are butter, cheese, milk,
cattle, hay and horses. 1t is with the last
that we have to do. Three great stud
farms are to he seen there; and, besides
these good horses in ones and twos, are Oh
nearly every farm. This, indeed, has been
the usual method until within few years,
when capital, brains and experience COM
bined, have organized great business, as to
which only propose to report progress.
| On these farms are to be seen, running
loose on the snow covered fields, herds of
yearlings and two-year-olds, rough, unlick-
ed long haired. 1t is not easy for the un-
initiated to believe that some of these un-
kempt creatures are worth more than a
thousand dollars as they stand. But, with
singular confidence, they come up to you.
they put their noses into your hand they
wish to nip at your coat, they have no other
idea than that you are their friend. Then
you begin to see that they have broad faces,
great, intelligent eyes, quick, flexible ears,
and confidence. You are pointed to the
depth of chest, which indicates long power
and large hearts. You see that they are
even more strongly developed behind,
where the great propeling power of the
trottcr lies. Iou see, too that the stiles
are wide, and that the muscles creep well
down toward the hook joint, which is low
on the leg. Very soon you begin to believe
that these uncombed, wild looking, but
gentle colts are indeed, worth money, and
that they are the stock from which is de-
veloped the gentleman road horse of East
ern America i'll the coming time. You go
into the open yards and find, in groups of
five or six, the brood-males, as rough-look-
ing, as unpromising as their children; but
you learn that most of them have racing
blood in their veins-are defendants of
Mambrino, or Abdallah, or Clay, or Star,
or some other of the noted horses; and
nearly all have made their mile in $50
2.40, or 2.30, and so have won their places
as mothers Of noted offspring.
March Galasy.