Rocky Mountain husbandman. [volume] (Diamond City, Mont.) 1875-1943, 1876-02-24

chap that is in the tree. / should have killed
nm, sure, as [ went back. Goodbye, sir:
goodbye; you have taken a great load of
my mind. My reason has stood the strain
OF one of your agricultural articles, and |
know that nothing can ever unseat it now.
Goodbye, sir"
felt a little uncomfortable about the Grip
pings and arsons this person had been EN-
tertaining himself with, for | could not help
feeling remotely accessory to them. But
the thoughts were quickly vanished, for the
regular editor walked in! Il thought to
myself, now if you had gone to Egypt as |
had recommended you to, | might have had
q chance to get my hand in, but you
wouldn't do it, and here you are. 1 sort of
expected you.
The editor looked sad and perplexed and
detected.
lie surveyed the wreck which that old
rioter and these two young farmers had
male, and then said, "This is a sad business
"a very sad business. There is the muci-
lage bottle broken. and six panes Of glass,
and a spitoon and two candlesticks. But
that is not the worst. The reputation of the
paper is injured-permanently l fear. True,
there never was such a call for the paper be-
fore, and it never sold such a large edition or
scared to such celebrity but does one want
to be famous for lnnacy, and prosper upon
upon the infirmities of his mind? My friend,
as | am an honest man, the street out here
is full of people, and others are roosting on
the fences, waiting to get d glimpse of you,
because they think you are crazy. And well
they might after reading your editorials.
They are a disgrace to journalism. Why,
what put it into your head that you could
edit a paper of this nature? You do not
seem to know the first rudiments Of agricul-
ture. You speak of q furrow and harrow as
being the same thing, you talk of the mott
ing season for cows, and you recommend
the domestication of the pole-cat on ac-
count of it's p%layfulness and it's excellence as
a ratter! Your remark that CLAIMS will lie
quiet ifmusic be played to them was super
fuous-entirely superlluous. Nothing dis
turbs clans. CLANS aleoags lie quiet. CLANS
care nothing whatever about music. And,
heavens and earth, friend if you had made
the acquiring Of ignorance the study of your
life, you could not have graduated with
higher honor than you could to-day. Inever
saw anything like it. Your observation
that the horse-chestnut as an article of com
merce is steadily gazing in favor, is simply
calculated to destroy this journal. | want
you to throw UP your situation and 60. |
want no more holiday could not enjoy it
if had it. Certainly not with you in my
chair. would always stand in dread Of
what you might be going to recommend
next. 1t makes me lose all patience every
time / think of your discussing oyster-beds
under the head of Landscape Granden-
ing" I want you to 60. Nothing on earth
could persuade me to take another holiday.
Oh why didn't you tell meyou didn't know
anything about agricultural"
Tell you, you cornstalk, you cabbage,
you son Of a caulifloWer! It's the first time
| ever heard such an unfeeling remark. |
tell you / have been in the editorial business
going on fourteen years, and it is the first
time l have ever heard Of a man having to
know anything in order to edit a newspaper.
You turnip! Who write the dramatiques
for the second-rate papers? Why, a parcel
Of promoted shoemakers and apprentice
} apothecaries, who know just as much about
good acting as | do about good farming and
[ no more. Who review the books? People
who never wrote one. Who do up the, heavy
/, leaders on finance? Parties who have had