The Jackson standard. [volume] (Jackson C.H., Ohio) 1847-1888, 1882-08-10
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Among the Farmers.

On last Friday morning, in company with
1 Marshal Owens, we secured a rig at one Of the
4 Jackson stables, and struck out for the cool
u breezes and inviting hills and caves of Jackson
4 township. We make a short halt at the o. s..
n Depot, where the miners train is just pulling
Il out for Coalition. Among the passengers on this
/ train, we noticed Mrs. Sam. Stevenson and chill
! dren and Mrs. "Leck" Foster, Judge Evans, and
4 large number of other citizens of Jackson. AS a
! the train reached the crossing, John Hanna
came down Bridge street with the speed of a
cannon ball, and made a flying leap TO the steps
| of the coach. This train carries a large number
of passengers, men who reside In Jackson, and
| work up the valley.
| Once on the way again, we find the road in
| good condition, generally speaking, from jack
| son to Buffalo Skull. On the first mile of the
Chillicothe road, cinder has been hauled and
dumped into the chuck-holes, making good,
solid road. Why would it not be a good idea
for persons who trayel the public highways
with teams TO occasionally take q small load of
cinder-which can be had without charge, at
any of the furnaces-and throw into the worst
places along the road. A little care in this di-
rection would give fair roads nearly the whole
year.
We go past the farm of John McKitterick
Brick were made on this place last reason, but
the yards have not been run this season. This
farm is in excellent trim, and Uncle Johnny
harvested hay enough to feed Forepaugh's big
elephant for five years.
Down beyond the "Brown School House." we
pass neat little box of a residence, with pleas
ant surroundings. This was formerly the home
of Joseph Jolley. 1t has recently been pur-
chased by Daniel Crossin. Mr.. Crossin talks of
removing his family to this farm.
At the farms of William Law, the Walden
farm, and others along the route, was observa-
BILE the same old-fashioned air of neatness and
thrift. At the residence of John Law, the
threshing machine had just arrived as we pass
ed. AS we returned, in the afternoon, the
wheat was threshed and the straw ricked.
As we passed the old Howe homestead we
beheld the portly form of j. B. Howe, our fat,
jolly friend of sewing-machine fame. Howe
extended a cordial invitation to us to come in
and take breakfast with him, but for once we
had to decline eating. A little further on was
our old friend w. w. Pierce, hard at work, and
looking healthy and happy. Then there were
the Bier1y's, and all the rest, the same thrifty,
industrious neighborhood when we last saw
them.
About seven o'clock we arrived at the pleas
ant, hillside residence of Voris ("Bud'D Stevi
son. Mr.. Stevson was away at Coalton, to see
his sister, Mrs. John Hall, who is very ill, but
his sons-two stalwart manly fellows-played
the part of host for us. While we were putting
away our horse, buggy passed by, containing
a coffin for the remains of child of Isaac Hart
ley, of Jackson township. Under escort of the
Stevison boys we had quite an extensive hunt
doing good deal of travelling but not killing a
phenomenal number of the nimble climbers.
Shortly after two O'Clock, we returned to the
house, where Mrs. Stevison had prepared such
a meal as only farmers wife knows how to
prepare.
Owens and ourselfare both bashful, but these
good people finally persuaded us to commence
eating. mo living human could have persuad-
ed us to quit) After dinner we hitched up and
started homeward, meeting our Gold friend
"Bud" on the way. He expressed regrets at
having been absent from home, and urged us
to come again. We came home with the re-
newed conviction that If there are any happy
people in the world they are the farmers, and
we lay aside our pencil with the wish for a long
life to "Bud" Stevison and his happy and INTEL
lipent family