Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1877-12-06

you / will, but I'd sooner have taken
first premium on them cabbages-
and would have taken it, too, but
for the potato bngs-than to count in
Ruthius Hasius.' His head was level
What did Julius Cpser say !? Said he:
I'D rather be first in Washington
than second in a one horse village
He knew what he was mp to. So
do l..
No words of mine can describe the
vivacity with which Mr. Chandler de-
livered these remarks, clothing the ia
milar old Roman legend with new
life and imparting to it a human
breathing significance. / paid him
the passing tribute of wink.
Come in, come in he cried hospit-
ably, as he led me to the kitchen
door. IF your bands are begrimmed
with honest toll there's a skillet,
and some soft soap and a jack towel.
And now, if you'll not despise the
humble fare of an American farmer,
wrung with his own hands (Which /
may observe are horny with honest
told from an unwilling soil, draw up
and pitch in. We all eat together
here. Heaven forbid that | should
seek to institute and perpetuate the
European caste among the horny
handed tillers of the soil, like Zeke,
my hired man here, and mel
Bully for you Zach 7 said the hired
man. slapping his employer on the
back with such unexpected vehemence
that mo athful of frizzled pork stuck
in his wind pipe, and for moment it
looked as if Mr.. Christianoy might be
his own successor. Bully for you
Zach, and Uncle Obed will vote for
you in the circus (caucus) every time
till the cows come home
HE calls me Zach, SAID Mr. Chan.
dler bursting into tears. These tears
of mine may be horny-I mean salty,
with honest emotion, but they do no
discredit to my eyes and heart. In
the gilde9 halls of New York journal
ism you never saw a horny handed
reporter slap the editor on the back
and call him ZACH did you? have
seen Populations of clerks come to me
at Washington and with tears press
on my acceptance of 2 l-2 per cent of
their salaries, but never such an af-
feoting scene as this. Here the heart
speaks straight from the shoulder.
Gimme your hand Zeke! 1t may be
horny.with honest labor, but so is
mine
After his emotion had somewhat
subsidized Mr.. Chandler showed me
over the farm. | have not room for
an extended description of it in this
letter, but can only jot down some
brief facts that may interest your
readers. | gather from Mr.. Chand-
ler's conversation that not all Of his
agricultural adventures and expert
ments have been successful. He OPP
posed he says, putting the hay into
cocks, because he was afraid of there
by innoculating his poultry with hay
fever. At current prices he thought
there was more profit in feeding the
hay to cattle. Talking of. cattle he
continued, zone day | was showing
some other honest farmers over my
place, when my bull, Sixteenth Duke
of Octonagon, bull that | had bull
dozed with my own hand during
long and critical illness from which
he had just recovered, threw me over
fence with his crumpled horn, which
was horny with honest labor. Fortu-
nately had just had a conspicuous
buff patch let into the seat Of my pan
falcons which were somewhat worn
out with honest labor, and am given
to understand that as | sailed through
spacious armament on high the sunset
effect Of the light on that buff patch
sort of knocked the spectators. At
least while | was gaining my consci-
BUSINESS in the adjoining field / heard
one of them say, 'We farmers want
men in the Senate who are not afraid
to wear patches on his pants. 4 adj
NIT said Mr.. Chandler contempla.
lively, that | have committed errors.
No man is exempt from them. To
err is human, to forgive is agricultur-
al as the poet says. For instance,
my mule. 1t took prize at the Oge-
nav County Fair, and lots of farmers
with influence in the legislature wished
they had mules like her. | promised
about eight of them pups out of that
mule, and when | came to consult
with Zeke about putting a clatch of
eggs to hatch out the pups, found that
mules never had pups or any other
kind of offspring, and that if they
had they wouldn't be Matched from
eggs anyhow. Then another of my
neighbors told me he intended to
fall wheat, and | told him | couldn't
see the sense OF sewing wheat if it
wasn't going to fall. He looked at
me as if he thought my hands were
not horny with honest labor. Then
there are disappointments in agricul-
ture as in every other business.
You think all you have to do is to
fool around with steam plough and
then sit under your own vine and fig
tree, ga tyour cheese fresh from the COW.
You have to thrash out your cheese
just the same as you have to thrash
out your flour from the wild flowers
Why, one morning | woke and feel
ing thirsty and as if could take lit
tie rye for my stomach's sake, and
thinks !, i know a bank wherein
the wild mint blows and, near which
there is an ice cold spring, and I'll
Just take some sugar and tumbler
and q spoon down there and harvest
about four fingers of rye, in the
field as l am going through rye
and have a nice horny handed iulep.'
l knew,sir that the bloom was in the
rye, and l supposed that | would
find the rye trees growing there
with revenue stamps on each and all
you had to do was to tap them and
hold your tumbler. just like when
you were out sugaring. Well, do
you know that isn't so, and that
you've got to take your rye to the
mill and grind out the whiskey with
grind stone?'
Thus pleasantly conversing, Mr..
Chandler led me over his farm. AT