The Brookhaven ledger. (Brookhaven, Miss.) 1875-1883, 1880-09-23
1iferarg.
Does Farming Pay:

| rack.
| A sportin' farmers'z baoun' t be-s
shack.
An then there's White; he's one o yer
| stiddy kin;
Looks aout ahead, an never runs be-
him;
Follers his plaough, perdooces corn n
He don't reek nothiu' 18th them spechle-
Gold up er daown, he hain't no call t
| woory:s
They wun't git rid o. his'n in bury.
No, no, White beerful; Farms us suth-
in rally;
! Wun't drive a horse t. death till he
hopes t. sell ye,
But drives bargain putty keen, I tel
ye.
Green-wonder eff ye knaow wut's ailin
Gre n!
he works like bIazes, fur ez hev seen;
No better farm n his'n in Soughcomc
Er sayiu'r wife from Kersnop t. Hus
touic;
Sober deacon on Saba day
Can't tell rye from Jamaiker, so they
say.
Stays to his hum; lives low What
hInders. naow.
Thet Green Ca n,'t git a livin' ct tn
plaough? ,, :,
Wa'al, we've he'd ms some; LII tell
We, then
No jedgment. more'n settin brahmar
hen
An thet's tn uub ont. Ef ye plan ez
he does,
Yer poor ez Las'rus wuz, who u
| wuz
Don't knaow Brown much. ner mean
| ter-grumpy feller!
ALI his hard cider couldD't make him
meller;
But they du say he's savin' up at las.
Supplyin' village folks with garlin sass:
He'd orter lay them by, fef yew may
He don't fool much ont off t pay a
debt
Owes me three shilling. Wa'al, it amt
| no greet.
Les look ct Gray: wust thing bout
him is>>books:
GRAY reads t. much, m keers t. much
fer looks;
Believes in putin up pcturs in houses,
An putin on air, n dassn't wear
patched traouses:
Eff 'twan't fer money lef' him, goodness
He might naow be a-wearing poor 'ouse
cIo'es.
Wa'al, nut thet I've gut enythin' agin'
! him,
On'y du say they amt nothin' in i'm;
No dicker in him, sartina not hooter;
Ga MT swop n make cent-'a cent
| apooter. =.
Sech farmers scarcely make the salt
they are eatin, i
They bear t. think uhet hag'liu'z bad
ez cheatin';
Mebby 1T is: eff thet's the way t. fgger.
1 We'd ciphered aout aonr Jail leetle
high Sheriff Root he' iist Rice t. du it,
App'nt more depooties, an put us
thru it.
Ha, Wa'al. wa'al, it takes all kin's
| o. folks. abaout,
T' make a warld. I've guessed the
reason aout.
Time wnz I wishe some on 'em hadn't
come
Till arter I wuz borned, an dead, L
yum.
Ye see, these puzzlin' p'ints I UNDER
stan
Sence they made chce o me fer Selec
man.
Can't all on us he rulers-sakes alive!
'rwuut work t. hev all klng-bees in a
hive.
Dung EN- an cultivate 'em ez ye will,
The's alluz some t'nall taters in the nil
An pint O. fac, y,r nall p'tater m-n,
Wilikinder work tu tn bottom O. the
ben.
Naow les 60 back Guilder farm
once more.
We worked ten years much ikA Va
afore.
We gut family, not by no means
small,
An crops an barns grew fatter every
fall.
The w,dier lef' us-kin' O. suddin
shock.
She lef' poor Hammer all her Harlem'
stock.
1t went up tn on -ten, n',hen sol'it,
One-thirtv seneca fool | did't hoP it.
Them Workers come in thick, m haow
Ian rizl
They air some good, tell We Nut it is,
Rich sill tn sech chaps amt no conse0 I
quence,
Ner amt clean crops. ner amt nine-rall
fence.
Wut tickles them is traouis an %hu'in lots,
Nice air, red caouds, and awful slightly
spots;
Yer poorest pastu- hill where wind is
More'n likely is the one thet takes their
cash.
But now them days co ne on wut teched my
pride:
Harner got off the hooks and up and died.
Thet wuz darned hard blow. | Jest
clean lost
The smartest help I ever come acrost.
| vow thought I'd ruther 'twould ha'
ben
NV twenty head o. fattin' steer. But then
She'd gut the young uns pooty well along:
The h'use-work want a-pressing quite s.
strong;
Aour Jane could cook fer men, m wait
upon 'em:
NJ Silas hoe his row 18th any un 'em.
Might ha' ben wHss, but this ere loss, ye
! see,
Wuz suthln' more'n money aout t me.
/ sot greet store in her, it's kinder queer
Nv farm. work kept kinder BACKYARD all
thet year;
l foun', too, long afore the grave wuz 'od-
led.
Jane couldn't b axe sech puddin's ez hel
ma did.
Yis, more'n three months ! TUX on like
all natur';
But 'twa'nt no use, | knew thet soon er
later
I'd gut tn make the best ont. did so,
AM married LyGdy Runnels ez ye knaow
She amt like Hammer wuz, but hez got
good p'Ints.
An does her work up slick, but can't
break j'ints,
An stop up leaks, n so the farm don't
Not nigh SO strong ez't did in Hammers
day.
II show ye. naow, she's he'd come posies
come, :.
An wastes her valuable time tending
'em.
Naow blows thet don't bring fruit, t my
idee,
Air wuthless. even ef ye git 'em free.
An So tell yer: don't du eny good,
/ Th ID cr..,wd nv nninns 18th ,Rm Ell she