Nevada County picayune., 1888-04-25
The Farmer and the Tariff.
What are the prospects of fasmer'

Ntii' titN aiS pure NcNcI was SD pore, in fact, sence I've ben there. Folks wonder why boys leave the farm. My boys left so as to get protected, they said, aud so they went into clothing store, one of them went in to hardware and one is talkin' protection in the Legisla- ture this winter. They said that farmin' was gettin' to be like fishin' and huntin'. well enough for man that has means and leisure, but they couldn't make Twin at it, they said Another boy is in drug store and the man that hired him says he is q royal feller.''
 Kind of q caster royal feller,' l said with shriek of laughter.
 Ho waited until had laughed all l wanted to and said:
 I've always hollered for high tariff in order to hyst the public debt, but now that we've got the national debt coppered take little hack at mine. I've put in fifty years farmin. l never drank flicker in any form. I've worked from ten to eighteen hours a day. ben econominal in clog and nev- CT went to show more dozen times in my life, raised a family and learned upward of 200 calves to drink out of tin pail without blow ing all their vittles up my sleeve. My wife worked along side O me sewin' new seats on the boys pants, skimmin' milk and even helpin me load hay, For forty years we toiled along together and hardy got time to look into each others faces or dar- ed to stop and get acquainted with each other Then her health failed. ketched cold in the spring house, prob ly skimmin' milk and washin' pans and scaldin pails and spankin' butter. Anyhow, sine took in long breath one day while the doctor and me was watchin' her and she says to me. "IIenry,' says she I've got a chance to rest, and she put one tir- ed, worned out hand, on top of the other tired, worn out hand, and 1 knew she'd gone where they don't work all day and do choires all night.
 II took time to kiss her then. I'd been too busy for good while the previous to that, and then called in boys. After the funeral it was too much for them to stay around and eat the kind of cookin' we had to put up with, and nobody spoke up around the house as we used to. The boys quit whistling around the barn and talked kind of low by themsely- es about going to town and getting job.
 They are all gone now. and the snow is four feet deep on mothers grave up there in the old berryin ground.
 Then both of us looked out of the car window quite a long while with out saying anything.
 II don't blame the boys for going into something else, longs other things pay better, but 1 say-and l say what l know-that the man who holds the prosperity of this country in his own hands, the man that actually makes money for other people to spend, the man that eats three good simple, square meals day, and goes to bed at 9 o'clock, so that future generations with good blood and cool brains can go from his farm to the Senate and Congress and the White House-he is the man that get left at last to run his farm, with nobody to help him but a hired man and high protective tariff. The farms in our State is mortgaged for over S700. 900 ,000. Ten of our Western States--l see by the papers has got about three billion and half mortgages filled with the town clerk on farm machinery, stock, ma gins and even crops, by gosh that ain't two inches high under the snow That what the prospects is farmers now. The government h rich, but the men that fought prairai fires and Injins and potato bugs and blizzards and has paid the war debt and pen sions and every thing else and hol- lered for the union and Republican party and high tariff and everything else that they was told to, is left high and dry this cold winter with mortgage of seven billions and a half on the farms they have earned and saved a thousand times over.'
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