Connecticut western news., 1885-06-03
WHY HE BECAME EDITOR.
STORY OF MAN WHO STARTED OUT 1 TO BE FARMER BUT CHANGED HIS MIND.
The Trials he Underwent while at the Farm-HOw he Got the Cue to His Future Career.


 "I had hired to the farmer late in the afternoon, and when supper was ready I made grand charge, in com pany with three others, upon the ban quet hall. We sat down to supper of cold pork, potatoes and plenty of skinned milk. From the outset l was affected with 8 disinclination to eat; l couldn't eat; that was all there was about it After supper the farmer said: Ned, go out to the barn and help milk. Look out for the brjndle COW, she is a little troublesome sometimes, but l think you can manage her. Armed with the milk pail I repaired to the barn and confronted the brindle COW.
 "The brindle COW had child-ike simplicity look in her eye. There was a striking difference in her character as I afterward found out-more than in any COW that I had ever seen before, or have ever seen since. She was raised in Texas and grew up on the freedom of the country, until she was just enter ing girlhood, when she immigrated to California and became the property of my employer. I approached her with a great deal of caution, she had nervous way of switching her tail and picking up her right hind foot that didn't like and felt solicitous about. l carefully put my hand on the cows Joins and so- laced her with those gentle words, So, brindle, so.' She seemed to like the affection which I displayed. I fondled her until I thought the coast was clear and could get in my work and richly earn my salary.
 'I commenced milking, but somehow or other no milk rewarded my labor. The brindle COW was evidently aware that was new hand upon the ranch. I made one great exertion to exact the fluid from her. The brindle cow-as was afterward informed-nervously picked up her right hind leg and gently tied knot in my abdomen. When the concussion came shot up into the sky like rocket and in descending landed head first in the watering trough, when I was kindly removed to more congenial quarters by the farmer and his two grown daughters; the milk pail was rent in fragments, while the corral was badly filtered up with the remnants oI my clothing. To tell you the truth, l didn't know it was loaded.
 "In the middle of the night of the same evening that this accident hap pened, was rudely awakened by the farmer placing his hand on my bruised legs, saying, Ned, it's time to get up; come, rouse yourself
 I thought in my waking moments that the brindle COW had again struck me. Getting up, lighted tallow can- de in my boudoir and laboriously pulled on my trowsers, or what was left of them. Coming down stairs, the farmer said, Ned, as you had poor luck in the dairy last night, you can wrestle with the wood pile awhile before break. fast As went out doors a little faini streak in the eastern horizon foretol6 that in the course of three or four hours the sun would illuminate the surface oi nature. I sleepily picked up the saw and commenced to lay the foundation for an appetite for breakfast, I WAS SC sleepy and sore that I could not exeri myself, and laying the saw down, I fel asleep with as much composure as tho fat boy in Pickwick.
 'I hadn't been asleep more than hall an hour before was roughly awakened by the farmer crying, Come, I don't pay you to sleep, I pay you to work got mad at this rough interruption tc my dreams, and as the birds were jus beginning to carol their praises to the morning dawn I left the farm for good. As I passed out of the gate heard tht farmer remark to one of his grown-uE daughters who stood in the doorway, T I had a boy as lazy as that I would make an editor out of him. And iron that moment I resolved to be a news paper man. The great success which have achieved in journalism is largely due to the fact that I at one time worked on a farm when boy, for SIP month, with board and washing thrown in as an inducement for good behavior. .-Stock- | ton MGUericE.