Nebraska advertiser., 1870-02-17

Oliver Dalrymple, the great Western
wheat g~rOWer-What pluck and
steady purpose Of mind will accom-
pIish.
We occupy most of our agricultural
space this week with an article from
the Hearth and Home: Details Of the
great Dalrymple wheat farm in Min
nesota. If our readers are as much
delighted with its perusal as we have
been, they will not find fault with
Its length.
. Being In the northern region of
Minnesota, we thought to visit Mr..
Dalrymple and his wheat farm. We
wished to see the man who had turned
over twenty hundred acres Of prairie
sod, and brought fourth fOrty-five
thousand bushels Of Minnesota wheat.
We-toOk the afternoon train from the
little inland village Of Pennington TO
Hastings, twenty miles below st.
Paul. on the west baLk of the Missis-
sippi. A ten cent ferry ride took us
over the great river; thence we cross
the narrow timber bottom; thence
up a winding ravine, and we emerge
upon the broad prairie that forms the
high delta between the st, Croix and
the Mississippi. Half a mile onward
and we bring up before a neat story
and-a-half cottage, with wings and
pOrticoes extending from the side and
end. 4 few acres of smooth prairie
dawn, set out with trees, are enclosed
with the house, and forty acres with
the stable TO the right. On all sides
beyond are seen wide pillows of dark,
fresh turned soil. This we thought,
must be the great Dalrymple farm
but first we must see the Colossus
himself. A knock at a little side
door was answered by a tall, slight,
yOungish looking man IN slippers.
"Is MI. Dalrymple at home ?"
"That is my name sir"
"Mr. Oliver Dalrymple2
EXACTLY sou
Our Colossus was diminished. Our
imaginary stiff backed, strong armed
giant was reduced to courteous young
gentleman, "gentle as g woman"
We were made at home in q mo-
ment, and before the cold had passed
from our fingers, we were we'll under
way with the story of his farm work
and wheat raising. he had finished
his fall blowing, he said, Of two thou
sand acres the day before November
12th), and his work for the year was
over. His thirty fat horses could now
have a rest until spring, and he him
self wOuldsOO be on his yearly round
among his friends and the cultivated
cities Of the East.
Mr.. Dalrynple Is yet a bachelor Of
t~hirty-eight summers, of frank, intel
ligent face and Southern type Of man
nerB. He belongs to that rare and
fortunate class in whom the ideal and
the practical blend who readily
adapt means to ends; who easily ac-
cOmplish great results; who seem, in
. remarkable degree, to be possessed of
the genius Of success. He is a trans
oendentalist by ~natuae, living his own
life, and carrying out his own ideas.
He affects no style sets up no preten-
siOns; is the least assuming Of all
about his farm. His cottage Is plain
without, but richly ordered within.
Books, papers, pictures, comfortable
lounges, and easy chairs meet the eye
In every corner. Two ebony children
from the South have charge of his
nousekeeplng.-Au Minnie" a
most wise, obliging, and cheerful
young Alabama girl Of fifty, looks
after the kitchen, while the eOmelyl
Amanda greets all friends and visit
ors with a face bubbling over with
kindness and pleasantly.
Mr.. Dalrymple talks freely Of his
farming achievements, but rarely al
ludes 10 his personal history. He is
Of Scotch parents; born and raised a
farm boy till seventeen, in Warren
90. Pa. He was three years at Yale,
taking a practical course Of studies,
and attended law and scientific leo.
tures.-lS56, he decided to try his for
tunes beyond the Mississippi, whittier
the great current of fresh American
Mie was then flowing. He reached
the border settlements Of Minnesota
IN early spring.-He didn't wait for