The McCook tribune. (McCook, Neb.) 1886-1936, 1885-10-08
ANEW EDEN.
Queer Legends of Turnips and
Where Immigrants are Wanted.


| Queer Legends of Turnips and
h Immigrants are Wanted.
| New York Tribune.
There is a man here from Georgia
burdened with schemes for making ms
region prosperous. He owns land by
the thousand acres and thinks that II
he can persuade immigrant farmersto
buy OF him it will be to their everlast-
ing prosperity, and help him along IN
the world, besides doing a little for his
state. Hedoubtsno that his motives
are patriotic. 'The people OF Geor-
gia," he says, "don't bother their heads
about immigration. Foreigners may
come there if they wantt to, butthey've
got to come without begging. eve
don't mind their coming If they'll set
tie among US and learn ways, BUT
we don't want EN- incolonies, bringing
their socialism and communism and
their other isms with them to destroy
the peace of our state. Give us lmml-
grafton, but not c~olonization.' That's
the way they talk and that's why we've
had no agent to turn foreigners down
our own way"
"What inducements have you to Of
fer to farmers?"
"Nothingextr'ornary l reckon. My
regions the Eden of America. That's
all. Amt no place that can peat 1t
for crops"
"Corn-?"
Gone hundred and thirty bushels to
the acre. Plant in April and gather
in November. One blowing, no hoe
ing. Foddertill you can'trest. Have
to pull it from horseback. Whyi
Stalks SO high can't reach to the top.
There's only one trouble with growing
corn in Georgia; you don't have
enough nubbins to feed your steers"
"Nubbins for steers?"
"That's what's the matter. The
ears are so big that a steer can't get
'em in his mouth. See? You've got
to chop 'em up, and that takes time"
"Do you grow potatoes?"
"Sweet? No. They grow themselves.
We just give 'em half O. chance.
Run q furrow in the sand, drop In
your seed, cover it with your foot rs
you go along and leave the crop to it.
self. 1t grows summer and winter and
you needn't ever dig it for a year or
two. OF course, by-and-by the Eaters
get too big to be good. At Is month
old half a one makes a meal for ten
PERSONS"
"And turnips?"
ga few. 1t don't take many to do
us. We daren't SOW the seed as your
Northern farmers do. We check of
the turnip patch like q chess-board,
making the corners eightfeet apart, sc
that the turnips won't crowd. 1t
don't do to have the turnips too
thick. How large do they growi
Well, I had IA merino sheep, fine fel.
lows they were, and [ use to fold EN-
every night for fear of dogs. One day
three of the biggest were missing and
the whole farm turned out to find EN-.
hunted for EN- Tor two days, killed
IT dogs on suspicion, and gave up the
three inside of one of my turnips. You
see they had jumped into the turnir
patch and eaten their way right into
one of the vegetables"
GLOW could you feed such things to
stock?"
ooh, we have to chop EN- up. Iuse
a 15-foot cross-cut saw on mine"
"How about pumpkins?"
"Pumkins? They fairly sweat, they
grow so fast. There amt no prettiel
music than the sound OF growing pun
Best scare-crow in the world,
Crows and blackbirds wor.
ried us lots until / made the discovery
Plant n in yourraspberry patch and
the birds won't come around. Why!
The growing pains and the groans OF
the punkin brighten 'em away. Ever
hear of Punkin Vine creek? Got It's
name from a punkin vine. Years ago.
when the Cherokee Indians lived ir
Georgia, they wanted some sort
Of a bridge across the creek. There
tree around, and they didn't
know what to do. An old settler said
ned fix it. He planted a punkin seed
near the bank, and, when the vine be
,an to grow, he trained it in the direc.
lion of the water, In q few DAYS ii
grew across to the other bank, and
bore a big punkin on that side, which
1eld it so that the Indians could cross.
Any old farmer down there'n tell yor
hat story. From what I've seen O.
3unkins l readily believe it,"
as yours a good fruit countryi
my apples?"
More'n we know what to do with
turned my hogs and my neighbors
nto my orchard the other day to seq
t they couldn't rid me of a few BUSHES
If the fruit. They didn't do much
5ood. drove through the next day
With a horse and buggy. The apples
we're so thick on the ground that there
vas a regular sluce of cider following
wherever l went. Mashed out, yor
NOW, by the wheels and the horses
loofs. Thatn give you some idea Of