Devils Lake inter-ocean. (Devils Lake, Ramsey Co., Dakota [N.D.]) 1884-1905, 1886-09-18
H TIER.
The Farmers are Happy and Full

THE NORTHERN TIER.
The Farmers are Happy and Full
of Hope.
Special Correspondence Of the INrEE-OcEAN.
BoDEN, Sept. 14.-Wheat and no straw.
Those imprisoned little animals were
set at liberty last Sunday. They are out
on bail.
Messrs. D. Regan and VIM. Finnegan,
of Sweetwater, both threshers of good
fame, called on US last Monday.
That poetical tribute to the bachelor
by "Mollie," in last weeks issue, strikes
us just n the mouth. Wonder if"Mol-
lie" is married, or has she a "fellerw
Mr.. Peter Traynor completed thresh.
ing last Saturday, Dan Regan doing the
work in good style. His average is about
Is bushels and his aggregate is 1850
bushels. We are happy to make this
favorable report of Pete's crop as he is
one of the hardest working sons of toll in
Dakota.
Mr.. John Kelly, of Kelly Bros, Web
ster township, honored us with a visit
last Sunday. This was his first trip
through our famous agricultural piano.
rama, and, like all others who haye
viewed our golden wheat fields, spoke
in words Of high commentator. John
is one of those young and full-of.life
men who know what a good thing is
when he sees it, and his opinions on any,
thing pertaining to farming are reliable.
Kelly Bros. own n of the largest and
best fitted up farms in Ramsey county.
1t is a model in every particular. Their
stock of machinery is complete and Of
the latest improved kind. The farm
buildings, which consist of a 5000 BUSH
ell elevator, a large barn and a most ex-
quisite warehouse for the storage of all
farm implements. would do credit to an
older and a more e~asterly farm. These
gents are real Dakotans and believe that
whatever is worth doing is worth doing
we'll, and that labor produces wealth
and not wealth labor. Every round in
the ladder of frame, from the one that
rests OF the ground to the last one that
leans against the shining summit of
human ambition, belongs to the foot that
gets o it.
i We visited the Boder farm last Sun
day, accompanied by one OF two of our
: first cousin farmers. AS usual, we
. found our illustrious Romeo as content
f as an imperial sovereign. In his state Of
y affairs who would feel otherwise? There
/. is cause for his happiness. lie has just
finished threshing and within the walls
of his granary can be seen between 900(
3 and 10000 bushels of that world-famed
cereal that Dakota furnishes to the
/. bread eating fraternity of the universe
4 His average yield is 81 bushels per acre
|. and it is needless to say that it is all A
n No. ! hard.
Flowing is already commenced andil
o a few weeks the deep burrows that yield
8 ed so abundantly will once more b.
turned up to "try it again." Well, sir
the farmer is the happiest nan on the
top of Gods footstool. There is 3 quie,
about his life, and a hope of a Sc
. rene old age that no other business O.
!. profession can promise. A professional
= man is doomed sometime to feel tina
his powers are waning, and consequent
ly looks forward for an old age of intel
%lectual mediocrity. The farmer has n
= such constant and irightful strains OF
his mind. His nights are filled will
sleep and rest. He listens to the gentl
=. rain as it patters on the shingles ant
whispers to himself-or some one else
=. he isn't q bachelor-"Glory be to Hin
- on high, for this will soften the plowini
for tomorrow" and then sleeps in peac
If it isn't mosquito time-till tn
morning sunbeams come peepin;
'e through the key hole in the door. VIII
20 wouldn't be a farmer and particularly
=. Dakota farmer, Ell? BEEcHER.