The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1889-08-15

in some of it's features. Mr. Tillman has
twenty seven mich COWS, and over thirty
young heifers. They are graded Jerseys
and thoroughbreds. This is the third
year he has been running dairy, and
he has more profit in it than any other
business. Some Of his COWS he is milking
now are ordinary scrub stock, and most
of them are only grade Jerseys. BE is
breeding thoroughbreds, however, and
gradually wedding out his inferior stock.
! At present half of his herd are heifers
with the first calf, and some Of his calves
are over six motiths old, SO that just at
this time he is not getting a large yield
for the number Of COWS milked. he sends
eighty pounds Of butter to Augusta every
Saturday, the most Of which is delivered
to regular CUSTOMERS at their homes for
thirty.fVe cents pound. It is too far
TO town for him to sell milk, and the
skinned milk goes to the calves, and the
clabber and buttermilk to the pigs.
Male calves are sold to the butchers at
siz weeks old at from 81 to IS, and the
heifers are raised to take their place in
the herd when grown. Jerseys mature
very early, and he has COWS less than two
years old with calves almost as large as
themselves. FROM some of his COWS he
gets nine pounds of butter week. "I
am working" he said, "to get a herd Of
fifty COWS, each of which will give me 300
pounds of butter annually. This will be
1000 pounds, which at thirty five cents
pound will be 81, $50; and two thirds Of
the sum will be clear profit. When
1 reach these figures with my dairy and
get my vineyard to paying well, too I
will say goodbye to cotton and corn,
except just enough to make feed for my
stock and keep my hands busy. Last
year my dairy made s1,103, of which
over 5000 was profit. The value of the
manure oyerbalances the cost of milking,
etc.
With such profits in sight no one will
blame Mr. Tillman for sticking to his
vineyard and dairy and letting farming
alone.
His dairy is built by cold spring, and
the milk cans are set in the cold water for
the cream to rise. Next year, however,
Mr.. Tillman will buy q separator, into
which the milk is poured as soon as taken
from the COWS, and from which it emerges
in two streams-one all cream, the other
skinned milk I am free to confess that
this statemer. staggered me, for I thought
cream was stage of development in
milk, and not component part; and
that it would be just as easy to aeparats
clabber or butter from milk, when it is
first MIXED, as to get cream out Of be.
fore it rose to the top Of the milk. This
stamps me an ignoramus among the
dairymen, but an honest confession, at
least, shows my willingness to learn.
The cream is churned every day, the
butter thoroughly worked and pressed
into one.pound "prints" with "B. R. T."
stamped on each print. These are kept
| in buckets in the cold spring water, and
on Saturday eighty pounds OF the purest,
sweetest, cleanest butter imaginable is
brought to Augusta for the use of those
who are so fortunate as to be on the list
of Mr.. Tillman's customers. The calves
are not allowed to suck their mothers at
all, but are raised on skinned milk,
which is warmed and fed to them in
buckets. The rearing of the calves is
entrusted to the boys aud girls, who
make great pets of them. The clabber
and buttermilk is fed to the pigs. At
milking time the COWS come up to the
barn from the pasture, and wait their
turn in the milking stalls. Three milk.
ers are constantly at work, and it is re.
markable to see the way the COWS arc
trained. As soon as one is MIXED the
man calls out "Come here, Brownie" "
OIL whichever COW he wants to milk next,
and though dozen COWS are between her
and him, she walks out from the group
and into the milking stall as sedately az
though it was very usual thing for q
COW to do what she is told.
A pretty picture fingers in my memo.
ry.
The simple farm hollse Of pine boards,
innocent of paint or plaster, but attrac,
tive with its vine.clad piazzas and its
hearty welcome to the stranger, nestles
on the hillside above US. The last rays
of the setting sun are finging our shad'
ows in long lines aslant the meadow
below, and gliding the distant hill.tops
with cloth of gold. At the barn on oul
right the COWS are waiting their turn, and
we can hear the ceaseless music of the
| milk as it streams into the shining pals
A dozen pigs are making merry over 8
trough of clabber, or grunting with lazy
satisfaction as they rest from their labori
and stretch their corpulent bodies on the
ground. A tidy negro woman is busy
about the dairy, and the cool spring
water forms q tiny branch which Eur
muss at our feet. Three little children
are playing about, and fair haired cir
of thirteen stands in the middle Of s
. score of soft.eyed Jersey calves who
gather around her and stretch out theil
pretty black muzzles to bo caressed BY
her loving hands. A hatwhirls in zigzat