Urbana union. [volume] (Urbana, Ohio) 1862-1872, 1871-05-10
III. G. ~

H. G., of the Tribune, believe sal,
1 reaching out and taking his lily whit
hand, one Saturday mornin' at Chap
paqua.
'Jes so, said he politely; and this i
H. G., of PmchmeUo. We're a heIth,
team at writing comic essays-eh
'Squire?' And the hills, dales and barr
yards resounded with our innercen
prattle.
My dizziness, Ar. Greeley, is to SCI
if you know as much about agricultural
economy as you do about political econ
omy. AS I uste ter say to culprits who
was being tried before me when 1 was
Gustice of the Peece. you needn't say
nothing that will criminate YOURSELF
We'll, my learned friend, said he,
highly pleased at my happy way of put
tim things, 'foIler me, and I'll show
you what farmin' Oh scientific princi-
pies can do for a man.
Arm i'm arm we sailed forth, as gay
and festive as pair of dOves-HOrris
with his panteTlOOns stuffed in boot legs,
and the undersigned with his spectur-
Gals adjusted OH his nose.
DO you see that piece of land over
yOnder?' said he pointing to strip Of
ten akers. THAT was worthless
swamp two years ago. For Sl5,0OO l
made it what it is, and to-day, Pm
proud to say it, my farm is worth, ST.
80 more, with that ten akers under cul-
tivation, than it was before I drained
it,
'Horris,' said l, wishin' to humOr
him, 'as an economist, this shows your
brains is in the right spot
He then took me in the garden, and
showed me what his success i'm the sass
biziness had been. do you see that
ten aker bed? Well, last fall I saw a
lot of pie-plant grOwin' in a wild state.
I said nothin' to nobody, but when it
got ripe I saved the seed. This spring
7 planted that patch of ground with it,
anticipatin' the biggest crop of pie tim
ber in the State. And, sir, jest as sar-
tin as this white hat was once new
said he pintin' to his played out shap-
po, when that stuff erode to maturity,
I sent down cart load to the mar ket,
and it was all sent back with a note,
statin' that burdOck wasn't worth cuss
for pies. But said he, takin' me by
the buttOn-hole, mo man can fool me
agin on pie TIMBER
He then showed me the remains of a
young orchard. Said he, THE bOrers
got into the roots of them trees, which
trees cost me within the last two years
about 5000. tried al sorts of ways
to get rid of 'em. 1 even set my hired
man to readin' my articles on What 1
know of farmin' to 'em. At first they
stopt up their ears with clay and
wouldn't listen. So that dodge was
played out I then bought lot OF Wit
rol, and poured it around the roots of
them trees, and 1 tell you, friend
Green said he, as tickIed as boy
with his first pair of new boots, lit
would have make you IafF to see them
borers mosey.'
But said l, lit killed them trees
deader,n srnelt.'
(which don't amount to shucks SO
long as the cause of scientific farmin'
is benefited, by showin' bugs that the
superior critter man is too many mees-
les for the animal kingdom, waG his
reply.
Them trees over there said this dis
tinguished farmer, was a present to me.
They come marked pine trees. 1t was
over three years since they was sot out
and not a solitary pine apple have they
yielded yet. Ireckon it takes time for
them to bear fruit, sed he in his sim
plisity.
n'NOt only time sed /, but if you'd
live through all eternity, you won't
never see darned apple on them
trees
But, Squire Green,' sed he, with a
downcast look, H. Ward Beecher SAYS
pine apples grows Oh pine trees, and as
long as brother B. spends all his salery
in edicatin' himself fora farmer, he Or
to, know
Brother Fiddlesticks,' sed 1, a little
riled at hearin' him cote H. w. B. as
farmist. Hank is hoss team at ras-
in food for the sowl; but when you
come to depen on such chaps to raise
food and grub for the stumick-excuse
me for sayin' tit hain't H. Wards
fort, no mOre'n it is mine to Ousting Nils
son for the BEER
We entered his poultry yard.
YOU'RE old peaches on raisin' fowl,
I've been tOld,' sed /.
'KO.reGt,' sed he. Chickens is my
best holt. Last spring had a favorite
hen-she was the specklest biped which
ever wore feathers. One day 1 sot her
on three hundred eggs. That hen done
her level best and spread every feather,
but she hadn't enough elasticity to COW
eT so much territory at one settin.'
Well, sir said he straitenin' his self
up to full hite, Science come to my
aid. I got feather bed and a glue pot
and built out that hens spreaders.'
What, that hen didn'thatch all them