The Ouachita telegraph. [volume] (Monroe, La.) 1865-1889, 1878-06-07

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poets, sweet birds and sweet flowers
was all around us, but we couldn't eat
'em. Sorter like that Teller who writ
about Whitewater everywhere but
not a drop to drink.
But like farmin', nevertheless. It's
an honest, quiet life, and it does me so
much good to work and git all over in
SWEET of perspiration. I enjoy my
tumble food and my repose, and git up
every mornin' renewed and rejuvenated
like an eagle in mis- flight, or words to
that effect. I know shall like it more
and more, for we have already passed
over the Rubycon and are beginnin' to
reap the rewards of industry. Spring
chickens have got ripe and the hens
keep bloomin' on. Over 200 now re-
sPond to my ole 'on1an's call every
mornin' as she totes around the bread
tray a singin' teheeky, teheeky, tehee-
KY. tell you she watches them birds
close, for she knows the value of 'em.
She was raised Methodist, she was,
and many a time has watched through
the crack of the door sadly, and seen
the preacher helped to the last gizzard
in the dish. There was 81 chickens,
ducks, goslins, IL turkeys and z pigs
Matched out last week, and Daisey had
a calf and Molly colt besides. This
looks like business, don't it? This is
what call successful farmin'-multi-
plying and replenishing according to
scripter. Then we have q plenty of
peas and potatoes and other garden
verbs, which help poor man out, and
by the 18th of July will have wheat
bread and biskit and blackberry pies
and will pass regular declaration of
independence.
Speakin' of potatoes-let me tell you
how my nabors watched me. Me and
the boys was a workin' away in patch
OF rich mellow new ground down In
the bottom, and nabor called and
says he, stWhat you calculatin' on
plantin' here?" "Potatoes," saws I.
'tGwine to plant all this in potatoes ?''
says he. eyes," says I, ssand more
too. would plant ten acres if I had
the Seed" Pretty soon it was narrated
all over the settlement that I was
runnin' nothin' but potatoes on nv
farm, and it got to Rome that I had
planted II barrels and was still at it
when the Teller left. And so my late
friends shook their heads knowingly
and remarked, ssI told you so, He
don't know that horses and hogs can't
live without corn"
Well, I have planted about ten
bushels in the fresh, loose soil on the
creek, and nobody ever saw finer ones
or more of 'em to the quantity. I
didn't plant 'em in the dark of the
moon, either. Let the lunatics put
that in their pipes and smoke it. one
of my Majors won't lay the worm of
fence unless the moon is just right, and
another says he noticed for 40 wears
that it's nifty apt to rain sometime
within three or four days before or
after the moon quarters. ssJesso," saws
I, &C. esso.''
But they do git the joak on me some
times, and sorter blame you with it,
MIR. Editur, for you see Pm armin'
accordin' to your schedule, and YOU
don't make things exactly luminous,
Fur instance, you said that cotton seed
was an excellent fertilizer. Well, 1
had 'etn, and as they was a clean nice
thing to handle, put 'em under most
everything in my garding. I was a.
runnin' inyun sets heavy, and one
lnornin' went out to peruse 'em, and
saw the straight track of big mole
under every row. He had jest histed
,em all up about three inches. He
hadn't eat nary one, and thinks T to
myself, he's jest goin' around smelling
of 'em. Next mornin' all my sets was
settin' about six inches up in the air
right on top of the thickest stand of
cotton you ever did see. Now, if you
had told us about spilin' of 'em, as my
nabors call it, before we used 'em, it
would have been more luminous.
Howsoever, I knitted 'em down and
set the inyuns back again, and nobody
amt got finer crop.
Speakin' of cotton seed reminds me
to tell you and your readers that the
finest cabbages ever saw was at one
of my Majors last fall, and he said he
always planted 'em over a double
handful of spilt'd cotton seed, and he
hadn't failed to make good crop in
ten years. If any of your readers don't
know how to Spite 'em, let 'em AK
Harris. He wants somebody to ak him
something hard. Bet he don't know
any more about it than did, and he
can't find it, for it amt in no diction-
airy that he's got.
But farewell for this time.
BILL ARP.
N. b. Take noticc-AX Harris which
jaw of a COW has no teeth, and what
was the color of my gray mare when
she was Il colt? r..
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