Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1873-05-01

oil neighbor, Crumple, now that he is going.
1 thought you and had always been friends.
I've tried to be good and accommodating
neighbor. You've been a good one to me, and
Pms sorry to leave you but if you're glad I'm
going, I'm not sorry either"
"Simpson," said, "let US understand each
other. As a neighbor, so far as neighborly
intercourse is concerned, I've no fault to find,
and am sorry you are going. In talking
about you as farmer, you are and always
have been poor one. No man with such
farm as yours ought to want to sell-at least
there oug hit to be no necessity for selling. But
you are not farmer. You haven't got a
single quality essential to make good farm
er. In the first place you detest the business );
you don't take any pride or interest in it;
you don't care whether your land improves
under cultivation or not; you want to get all
off it you can without taking the trouble to pay
anything back you skin it year after year, and
cry out against theseasons; you denounce every
man you deal with as sharper or swindler,
because you do not get the prices for your
products other people do, and yet you do not
know that the reason is that your products are
poor in quality, and put on the market in
miserable shape; your stock has been rum
ming down ever since your father died ; you
haven't built a new fence and scarcely repair.
ed all old one; your manure has not been
hauled out and judiciously used on the farm !;
your pigs have bothered your neighbors more
than they have benefited you; your cattle
have become breachy, and have had to shut
them up in my stables in order to keep them
out of my grain; you have distributed from
your fence corners more weed seeds than any
farmer l know of, and thus given your tidy
neighbors more trouble than your favors to
them would compensate. In Short it is time
for you to move. You ought to have virgin
farm 1t will take you but few years to
strip it of its fertility; then you'll have to
move again, and keep moving. You belong
to very large class of farmers who are
curse to any country The fact is you are not,
never was, and never will be farmer in the
right sense of that word. You are only
guerilla. You live by robbery-robbery of
the SOIL And it is not right, neighbor Simp-
son. You had better seek some other voca-
tion now that you've got the cash to start with.
You like horses you know horses you can
talk horses from daylight till dark; you can't
be fooled with horses you like to trade hor-
ses you had better 60 into some smart town
and start livery stable You'd make money
at it; you'll never make money farming
you'll grow poorer and poorer the longer you
attempt it,"
Just then Sally Simpson clapped her hands
and said: "That's so, father! Haven't / told
you 80? Mother and I have often talked it
over, Mr.. Crumple, and you are just as right
as can be-; and father knows it, too, if he
would only say so. know you too we'll (and
you have done US loo many kindnesses for us
ever to forget them,) to believe that you have
.talked to father in the way you have out of
any unkind feeling. 1t is true, every word of
it, father, and you ought to thank neighbor
Crumple for talking just as he thinks; ! do;
and don't think bit the less Of him either"
New York Tribune