The Warner weekly sun. (Warner, Brown Co., Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1885, 1885-01-30
TIE AMATEUR HARVESTERS.

Maine Press.
1 was late in September. AZ Hill
Farm all the harvesting was done, ex-
cept the family vegetable garden, and
if Mr.. Elisha Patten had not fallen
down the corn chamber stairs and brok-
en- his arm, the products Of this garden
would probably have been gathered in
orthodox fashion, and this story would
never have been written.
But here was the catastrophe, a set
tied fact; no help to be had for miles
around, and Mr.. Elisha Patten, inclined
by nature and habit to ''take Time by
the forelock," and to have everything
done q little in advance of others, in a
condition verging on complete despair.
In the face of this emergency the
girls undertook to harvest the garden.
"The girls" in this instance were two
lively maidens of eighteen and twenty
years, nieces of good Mrs. Patten, and
adopted daughters of the household,
which was completed by a small
boy of nine, a more recently adopted
charge.
The sun shone rightly forth, with
the fervor of summer ia his beams, on
the morning when this amateur band
of reapers went forth to reap" Helen
and Christina led the procession, little
Carl followed with implements, while
Victor and Rupert, two young and sport
i've dogs, gaily brought UP the rear.
The sweet corr stifiy waved its dry
and yellow pennons, the string beans
displayed their ripe and bursting pods,
and golden pumpkins crowned the
withered vines, which trailed over de-
serted hills where early potatoes had
once reposed. With their beauty We'd
that of the more aristocratic, but no
more valued, squash; the delicate melon
nestled among it's scalloped leaves, and
the modest cabbage lifted its head
with hesitation among the prouder veg
etables.
IL is not my purpose to follow the
details of their harvesting. 1t pro-
crossed from day, to day slowly indeed,
but no less surely. Much freely offered,
but less freely accepted, advice was re-
ceived from the masculine member Of
the party, who, though young in years,
considered himself old in wisdom, and
having already much of q certain spirit
which children of an older growth"
sometimes manifest, looked with uncon-
cealed contempt the femme efforts
ind methods of his co-laborers.
1t may be that these efforts were es-
sentially feminine. Does that change
their value? If obstinate stalks Of corn
which refused to be quietly cut, were
pulled up by the roots; if potato hills
were excavated to such a depth, in the
fear of not finding all the potatoes,
that the excavators felt obliged to
fill them up again, lest as Christina SOL
EMMY remarked, "some one should fall
in and break a limb, and / be response
ble;" if, az before said, the methods
followed were not the strictly scientific
ones accepted by generations Of mascu-
line workers, it has been said by q dis
tinguished writer that the truly great
work not by rules and Id this work, at
least, ought not the end to be acknowl-
edged as "iustifying the means?n
On q golden October day the labors
OF my heroines were drawing to a close.
They had been arduous. IL must be
confessed that blistered fingers and
aching limbs had often been their ac-
compartments; yet who shall say that
the work had been without it's pleasures,
tooa For these were maidens who knew
the charm of sun and air, who loved the
lace of Nature at all times, but best of
all when she donned her autumn robes,
and under skies 80 blue they flash, =
ned through field and woed high festi-
val.
The apple trees in the orchard were
dropping under their weight of fruit,
Inc meadow slope was bright with as
Ter flowers and frost-tinted ferns, while
further still lay woodlands in all their
autumn c~olors, and a line of purple
mis- circled the horizon. On the edge
VI the garden, against this fair back
ground, apretty tableau was displayed.
Ieiens hat had fallen back upon her
shoulders, and her golden hair half esr
oaped It's ~fastenings. She had raised
.wo portiy pumpkins, while Christina,
WIN an armful Of cornstalks, stood like
me goddess Of Autumn, if that deity
ian be imagined posing in print gown,
g'oves and sun-hat. Little Carl was
Dusiiy engaged in transferring q heap
u patotoes from the grass toa diminu-
1--WE wheel barrow,
= was a pretty tableau. as ] said but
40 tranquility was suddenly disturbed