The Weston Democrat. [volume] (Weston, W. Va.) 1875-current, 1875-04-05
now 1 BECAME A FARMER.

HOW l BECAME A FARMER.
One fine summer afternoon 1 deter
mined 10 become farmer. Don't, for
goodness Rlke, think that / was going
to buy farm, for srch were not my in
tentions. No, not by any means. Why
l had never joined the Patrons Of Hus-
bandry was because / Ind beon black
balled by that samo organization some
lining less than half o dozen times. And
why 1 was not going to buy a farm the
reader can easily guess-1 hadn't the
required amount Of funds.
But j am wandering away from my
fine summer afternoon. 10 return L
will tell you why and in what why was
going to become farmer: My bank
account was no more, and my landlady
would not whit with mo for another
weeks board, hence my departure from
tho city and my arrival among the farm
ers The time was spring when 1 wan.
dered among the rtiral districts.
The grass WINS Just starting from its
mother earth, and looked inviting in the
oxtrome, to q lazy young man with the
world before him, and 10 one to take
care OF but himself. When say In.
yiting, / don't mean inviting to cat,
but TO lie down md tako solid COM
fort thereon. 1 threw myself on the
greensward meath the shAde Of friend.
ly bush growing near the roadside. 1
was lying thus, dropping into o delight
full snooze, when q voice from the
highway disturbed my calm rcpose.
Say, young fOller, what's the mat.
terin
1 remained perfectly quiet, turning
the matter carefully over in my mind.
was lying on my back, and, with very
littlo bodily exortion, / raised my loft
leg TO perpendicular position, and
gently moved my foot up and down, and
waited to sec tho effect. And to this
day, Isolemnly believe, though 1 know
lam linble TO bO killed for saying it,
TINT this motion wns tho sign Of distress
among the Patrons, for In M instant
tho man IN the wagon wns at my side.
Bending oyor mo, ho said:
What ails you, young manf"
otao aotllAlB lOE u iuuuluutt MOlhuA-
ing elf wllat ais you" was the tcst
word, and, II 50, what would be the
proper response. Finally 1 groaned out
with mysterious and unknown work.
ing Of my fingers-tho words, "Corn
bread With a bounding heart I saw I
had beyond doubt hit the mil on the
head. tt.
Without awordmy fraternalbrother as
sisted mo TO arise, and led me linping
toward the wagon which stood in the
road near by. He helped me into the
wagon, and, after I had imbibod some
thing from little brown jug, was able
to tell to my rescuer tho story Of my
wrongs. This / will not repeat for rca,
sons best known TO myself. Suffice 1t
to say, TINT the farmer was deeply touch
cd by my tale. Iwound up by telling
him wanted to get work on q farm.
"Well, now" said my rescuer, ~
nm lookin' for young chap to work
on my farm. Did you over shear
sheepi"
"oh, yes" I said, al have done as
much Of TINT as any other work aboutthe
mim.
This was the truth, for had never
been on the grounds Of q homestead in
my life. / was Just going to tell him
what q jolly time / had experienced last
Christma2 when the idea struck me l
might be treading ondangerousgrounds,
80 1 determined 70 remain silent on tho
subject until / hal learned something
about II.
GLOW much will YOU pay month Tor
good shearer," l yenturcd, determined
not e air my ignorance. :, .,
"How much month !" said he, with
unmistakableastonishment. "Why, man,
won't have shearing enough to hist a
week" ~ :.
ooh, yes" replied, "shearing on q
small scale, understand.