Omaha daily bee., 1881-09-01

and you will tir.d that every farmer
likes his own IT .ethod best. / consider
it 20 per cent cheaper to own my ma
chinery and. stock, and believe it is
more ecop omical to borrow money to
buy stool, and machinery than to hire
the WORK done"
NOT LAND OFFICE STORIES.
These are no Gland Office stories,
but the actual experience of a man
who is known to many readers of The
Inter Ocean, told in n s%traightfor.
ward, business-likc way. Everybody
who knows John b. Raymond will
vouch for him, and he could have nc
possible object in incorporating OF
e1aggerating.
The first question ] ask Of a man
up here, is: Have you any land to
sellF' If he says "No," I take ont
my notebook. IL he says EYES,"
don't. And, right here, I want to
say that, while these stories sound like
marvels, while it seems incredible
that a man who never worked a wheat
field in his life can go into Dakota
a d make a profit of from 80 to 100
per cent every year, the incredulous
reader is at liberty to address by mail
any of the gentlemen whose names |
have mentioned, or may in the future
mention and inquire whether they
have been correctly quoted. Then,
if the incredulous are not convinced,
they can apply to the postmaster or
the county clerk, or the county
Judge, to know the reputation for
truth and veracity of the person
named.
Ia making this Investigation, ! am
seeking information from people ]
personally know, and in every instance
will repeat their experience in their
own words.
MODEL FARM.
Mr.. Greene, of Jackson, Miss, a
native southerner, but one of the
liberal kind, came up here the other
day to see the farm, of which he is
part owner, for the first time. Mr..
Raymond made up a party of ladies
and gentlemen, some residents and
some guests, and we drove twelve
miles across the prairie, golden with
yellow grain, to the Raymond farm.
house.
There were no fences on the way;
nothing to divide farm from farm ex-
cept a strip of unplowed turf that
marks a section line, and which, IN
der the law, must be reserved for a
highway; but the miles after miles of
waving grain stretched before us,
restless with q soft and undulating
motion as the gentle breeze swept over
it. A green lawn is charming in June,
but there is nothing in nature so
quietly beautiful as a ripened harvest
field.
Glow far does your land go?' some
II asked of Nh. Raymond, when we
reached his boundary line.
sit runs six miles that way, he re-
piled, with n motion, land four miles
the other. There are some joys in it.,
and right in thu center, only a stone 5
throw from our house, an old soldier
has a presumption claim which he is
working. We tried to buy him out,
but he thinks too much of a good
thing"
THE FARM HOUSE
was reached just as forty-five sun
burned, hard handed men we're COM
ing out from their dinner. They had
been at work since 6 o'clock in the
morning, and had laid low thirteen
strips of grain, each four miles long.
Most of them we're Swedes. Mary
were "homesteaders," who had 100
acre farms somewhere in the neigh
borhood, and Were trying to earn
enough to build a house and q barn,
or buy a team, so as to set up on their
own hook next year. They went to
the barns-long, ~low-roofed, but sub
stantial buildings, and brought out
the horses and mules, which were
drawn up before the house in mill
tary line for inspection, and then sent
to the field where the thirteen har-
v%esters had been left, two miles away.
Just before the machines were started
a photographer took a negative of the
scene, with the pleasure party in the
foreground.
Returning to the house, a substan-
tial dinner was cooked and eaten, and
then the barns and elevator were in
spected. Mr.. Raymond is build
ing an elevator of his own,
with a capacity of 100, 900 bushels, so
as to be able to store his grain to get
the advantage of advancing prices,
and will build a private track through
his farm to the main line Of the
Northern Pacific, six miles away, SO
that the cars a be brought to the
elevator whenever the grain is sold,
and the wheat transferred without
sacking or carriage. CURTIS.
SIGHTS IN IRELAND.