Connecticut western news., 1888-12-26
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People driving out or ~va miles over the border in Warren County, Pa., come to the small village of Colum- bus and there pass large frame farm- house, the doors and windows of which are always wide open in warm weather.
 The floors are uncarpeted, says a writer to the New York Morning Jour- 1aal, and pigs, chickens, and ducks wan der in and out of the building at will.
 The tenant himself, a tall man, white haired and quaint in appearance, who is nearly eighty years of age, may ire queutly, on a sunny afternoon, be seen stretched out on the floor, his bare feet sticking out of the front door, with 8 newspaper covering his face to keep of the flies, in sound sleep of rural com fort and unsophisticated rest.
 This remarkable individual is Barnes Greeley, the only brother of the only Horace Greeley, who, for sixty five years has lived on this farm, and is the last surviving member of his family.
 When Barnes Greeley is awake his many eccentricities, his unfailing good nature, his abundant iberality, as we'll as his intelligence and warm-hearted friendliness, which are we'll known and appreciated for miles around, make him a great favorite with his neighbors. His friends-and, by the way, he does not seem to have an enemy-tell many kindly anecdotes of this remarkable old man and his peculiarities.
 The farm on which he lives is large and fertile one, and would long ago have made a thrifty man independently rich, k< l- l. only living out of it, and is happy and content in the familiar company of his pigs and poultry, of which he is very fond
 Many years ago, when Horace Greeley and Barnes were boys together on the farm, which was then in very wild dis trict, and years before Corry became the prosperous place it now is, the former, who had gone to the East, to seek the fame and fortune he achieved and was learning the printers trade would come for 8 vacation, and the two would go of fishing and hunting together. The printers apprentice then, according to his brother, was as awkward in the for est as Barnes was in the parlor.
 Horace never had any luck with his rod or his gun. He never got bite in the trout brook and couldn't hit the side of barn, not to mention wild rabbit.
 Barnes, however was fine sportsman and usually came home we'll provided with game or fish, frequently bringing down an antlered buck or doe.
 Even in those days Horace was full of ambition, and in their lonely tramps through the woods would unfold his bright schemes to attain future great ness. His sympathetic brother listened while these inspirations were confded to him and always encouraged their in- diligence, although he admits now he had but small faith in their realization.
 Horace Dever forgot his kindly en- couragement, and when he became a great New York editor he remembered his home1y and uncouth brother in the back woods. He sent for Barnes to come to the metropolis and offered him various positions. He made him his travelling agent and then gave him an editorial chair to fill, but he could not fill that or sny other place he would ac- cept and so he went back to his farm. He says to-day, of his metropolitan ex- perlenee:
 T returned because I preferred to be king among hogs rather than hog among kings.
 And he has btss literally ever since a king among he. s." and chickens, and .st turkeys, and duck for they are his pre-