The Weston Democrat. [volume] (Weston, W. Va.) 1875-current, 1880-03-06
IT'S THE TRUTH THAT HURTS.

| crops While lie lived llefc.
lIcn Grunmct had n curiosity
to see what was going on in Wal
toms barn, so he dropped in there.
He found that the whole of the
floor, where tho cattle stood, had
been torn up, and that they were
digging a wide, deep trench the
Whole length of the tie-up.
"What is all this for??" asked
Ben.
"Why," returned Walton, who
was busy in experimenting The
work, and also working himself,
II am having a place ixed for
making manure. | mean to fill
this trench up with good muck,
ard thus save the liquids which
have heretofore been lost. think,
BY proper management, can get
fully double the quantity Of ma
nurc which others have got on this
place"
DO ye?" said Grummet, SarcaS-
tically.
"Ycs," resumed the young man.
''It is u fact that the liquid ma.
nurcs, could they be saved, would
fully equal the solids, both in bulk
and value; and when combined
with well rOttcl muck. and some
other articles which shall take up
and retain all the more volatile
parts, | feel sure that they will nj,
ford more fertilizing powers and
properties than the solid manures
can"
"You don't say 80! Where dye
larn all tl!at?" asked Mr.. Grum-
met.
"l'artly from reading and partly
from observation" answered John
Walton, smiling ut Ills ncIghhors
open sarcasm.
II don't suppose it costs any
thing 10 do all thiS??' said .Grum-
met, enquiringly.
"Oh. yes; it will cost me con-
siderable before get Though"
YES, | should think it t'would"
81 say" cried Grumnct, rs he
met Sawyer shortly aftcrward,
"John Walton is about as nigh
bein crazy as II man can be-"
"Eh!-rrazy, Ben"
"Oh, he's got his head full of all
sorts of nonsense. He's got his
stable floor torn away, and trench
dug there big enough to hold MORN
twenty car.londs Of dirt
"Ilut what in natures he goin' to
do?"
why, he's goin' TO save the
liquids, as he calls EN-. And hos
goin' to put in something to take
up tlIc-'ot-rolnHtary parts
Eolm ary parts? What's them,
Benz"
at was rol somctlIin'. But !
don't know. ! wouldn't ask him.
suppose he just used the out
landish word SOS to get me to ask
him what he meant, and then he'd
show of his larnin'. But | wasn't
so green"
Il wonder if hc thinks he's COM
ing here to larn us old farmers how
tn work." said Sawyer, quite i'll
dignamly.
"lIc thinks So" returned Grum-
met.
"Then he'll find out his mis-
take" added the other. You
mark my words, Ben; h. will be
flat on his back afore two years. !"
And these were not the only ones
who looked for the same thing.
The idea Of 4 mans coming in
there with any such newfangled
notions was absurd.
Autumn came. and after John
Walton had moved over his
tweEty-acre ticld-Some of his
coldcSt and stillest land-gctting
hardly enough to pay for the labor,
he set the men at work digging
deep trenches all over it. liz had
two dug lengthwise, running up
and down the slope; and then he
dug quite n number running across
these. They were quite deep and
broad, and into them he tumblrtl
nearly all the stones that could he
found in the fields.
"a woty expensive way of gettin'
rid of your rocks remarked GrUm'
met.
Its u better place for them than
on the surface, isn't it," said Wal
ton. smiling.
"I'erhaps. But what on cartI
are you dom it ior??"
"Why, I'm going to see if under
draining wont improve the land.
"Undcrlraining! What's that?'
cts simply drawing off The
water from the surface. This lan'
is cold and wet: hut if can &C
; the water TO drain Off among tiIc$'
rocks, the sun may warm the sur
, face and give Inc a good piece q