Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1880-09-19
AGRICULTURAL COMMENT.
BY THE HAwK-EYE FARMER.


"The wheat never looked better" re-
marked the sad passenger, gazing out OF
the window.
"Where is there any wheat ?" asked
the fat passenger.
I don't know" was the calm reply !;
81 don't really know that there is any
wheat in Wyandotte county, but every
body always talks about the wheat look
ing finely at this time of the year, and I
know that it must be the proper thing
to say"
"That is wheat in the field on our
right" said the man on the wood-box.
"That green stuff" echoed all the
other passengers, rushing to the win
dow.
eyes," he replied; "that bright,
dark-green stuff ;"
"Why," they chorused again, in dis
appointed tones, it looks like grass !"
81 thought wheat was yellow" said
the passenger with a sandy goatee !;
"don't they always talk about the yel-
low fields and the golden grain ?"
"That's when it is ripe?" exclaimed
the man on the wood-box.
"Wheat yellow when it's ripe?' in
credulously cried the sad passenger.
ct guess you're thinking of corn-meal.
How could they make white bread out
of yellow wheat? ?"
"There are two kinds of wheat, aren't
there % asked the tall, thin passenger.
eyes," said the man on the wood-box,
"spring and winter
"How do they differ?"
"Well," the man on the wood-box
said, "spring wheat is planted in the
spring and winter wheat is planted in
the winter"
sI have heard farmers talk of fall
wheat" the fat passenger said.
eyes," the man on the wood-box
assented. And then, in answer to their
looks of inquiry, he added, "it is planted
in the fall"
81 thought, +" the passenger with the
sandy goatee remarked, "that spring
wheat was planted in the fall and har-
vested in the spring."
The man on the wood-box said, eyes,
he believed. come to think of it. that
was the way of it"
"And winter wheat, then," the sad
passenger suggested, sis planted in the
spring and harvested in the winter?"
The man on the wood-box shifted un-
easily in his seat and looked nervously
up and down the car.
"Well, yes" he said, "he guessed it
was that way"
"Then fall wheat?" asked the fat
passenger, earnestly.
And the man on the wood-box bit of
the end Of a match, took off his hat and
looked into it, and finally said he be-
ieved it wasn't planted until next fall.
"Then you get three crops Of wheat"
said the sad passenger, "off the same
field in one Year,"
The man on the wood-box said sYes,"
but so family that he had to repeat it
twice before they could all hear him.
(Which is the best wheat?" asked
the tall, thin passenger.
The man on the wood-box was heard
by a strange passenger to whisper to
the stove-pipe that she wished he was
dead" but he rallied little and said:
"For bread?"
eyes, for bread"
The man on the wood-box opened his
mouth to reply, when he caught the
eye of the woman who talks bass upon
him with strange, intense expression.
He got off his perch, walked down the
aisle to the disused and abandoned water
tank, looked around for the long-lost
tin cup, drew some hypothetical water
into it out Of the empty tank, took
long drink of nothing out Of it, and, as
he came back to his seat, the subdued
croak of the woman who talks bass and
the composed countenances Of the other
passengers convinced him they had been
laughing about something. But he
didn't seem to care what it was about,
for he didn't ask, and presently he drew
his hat down over his eyes and dissem-
b1od ciaop