The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1875-06-10
HOW 1 BECAME A FARMER.

One fine summer afternoon deter
mined TO become farmer. Don't for
goodness sake think that I was going
"a h4ly a fa1ano, for nuoh wore not my in-
ten6ions. No, not by any means. Why
/ had never joined the Patrons of Hus-
bandry was because I had been black
balled by that same organization some
thing less than half dozen times. And
why was not going to buy farm the
reader can easily guess-I hadn't the Re-
quired amount of funds.
But I am wandering away from my
fine summer afternoon. To return I will
tell you why and what way was going
to become a farmer
My bank account was no more, and my
landlady would not wait with me for an
other weeks board, hence my departure
from the city and my arrival among
farmers. The time was spring when I
wandered among the rural districts.
The grass was just starting from it's
mother earth, and looked inviting in the
extreme, to a lazy young man with the
world before him, and no one to take
care of but himself. When say invit-
ing, don't mean inviting to eat, but to
lie down and take comfort thereon. /
threw myself on the green sward meath
the shade of a friendly bush growing
near the roadside. 1 was lying thus,
dropping into delightful snooze, when
voice from the highway disturbed my
calm repoSe.
"Say young Teller, what's the mat
ter?"
/ remained perfectly quiet, turning
the matter carefully over in my mind.
I was lying on my back, and, with very
little body exertion, raised my left leg
to,a perpendicular position, and gently
moved my foot up and down, and waited
to see the effect. And to this day, I
solenanly believe, though I know 1 am
liable to be killed for saying it, that this
motion was the sign of distress among
the Patrons, for in an instance the man
In the wagon was at my side. Bending
over over me he said /:
What ais you, young man 2"
said nothing for moment, wonder
ing g If what ails you was the test word,
and, if SO, what would be the proper re-
Bponse. Finally I groaned out-with a
mysterious and unknown working of my
fingers-the word, "Corn bread" With
bounding heart saw I had beyond
doubt hit the nail on the head. With
out word my fraternal brother assisted
me to rise, and led ne hmping toward
the wagon, which stood IN the road near
by. He helped me into the wagon, and
afterI had imbibed something from
little brown jug, / was able to tell my
resGuer the story of my wrongs. This
viii not repeat for reasons best known to
myself. Suffice it to say, that the farmer
was deeply touched by my tale. I wound
up by telling him wanted to get work
on farm
Well, now" said my rescuer, :" !
am looking for cheap chap to work on
my farm. Did you ever shear sheep?"
g Oh, yes, / said, 81 have done as
much of that as any other work about
the farm.
This was the truth, e. I had never
been on the grounds of homestead In
my life. I was just going to tell him
what jolly time had experienced last
Christians, when the idea struck me I
might be treading Gu dangerous ground,
SO determined to remain silent on the
subject until I learned something about
it.
How much viii you pay month for
a good Shearer, / ventured, determined
not to air my Ignorance.
How fTaTlnh a month (" said he with