The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1891-09-21
NEW ENGLANDFARM LIFE
AS SEEN BY A NEW ENGLAND CON-
sERVATORY GIRL

q O'CLOCK a. m. to Milk the Cows.
Some Suggestions About Green Food
for Cattle, and Pity for the Old
Horse the Farm Drudge-other Mat
ters of Interest.
On A NEW ENGLAND FARM, Sept. l5.-
1 am sure 1 don't know what 1
would have done lately without my "handy
reliable dictionary, ponderous tome about
5x4 inches. It was the only book Of reference
our long suffering trunk would consent to
carry and it is another convincing evidence
of Boston'S superior culture and learning,
for did not buy it, it,was presented to me
with bottle of hamamelis and tooth
brush) at Woodward's Blue store with rain
bow signs, 40 Broomfeld street, Boston.
At the time we thoughtlessly laughed,
but carried il Off as a momento Of the
money we had saved by going to Wood
wards. For example, medicine that cost 80
cents at the Conservatory corner drugstore
was only 40 cents at Woodward's. 1t is true
we paid 10 cents car fare going there and 10
coming back, hut we saved on the medicine,
didn't wei / little thought that dictionary
would be the cherished companion Of my
travels. 1t contains 0,000 words, too, and
its spelling you can depend on. / hope the
the patrons of the Blue store with rainbow
/ trimmings appreciate il as much as l do.
see that It was published expressly for this
house." by the proprietor. Circumstances
may compel him to deal in drugs, but | am
sure at heart he has noble aspirations and a
desire to educate the masses.
IL seems strange to think that we have
had no warm weather this summer except
the week of the "hot wave,n before the
conservatory closed. / suppose the conserv-
atory building is one of the coolest in the
! city, but that week was awful. | believe
We southerners felt il more and suffered
more than the Others did. AT any rate we
made more fuss about il, and for my part
| Thought l should die" and the memory
Of it has helped to make the rest of the
summer most fall-like. There are some
charming roads Tor roads, as the people
| about here pronounce it, around this pretty
farm. We are almost midway between two
| towns, and the low hills and round valleys
are dotted with farm-houses.
| ALMY's SHADOW.
| The shadow of Almy has been over the
whole of New England lately, and our host
of the farm has waved indignant over the
| lack Of ''spunk in them old Moo Hampshire
hayseeds.n Almy will soon be as big a
scarecrow TO the average New England
| MdlQcu bS AueuT-uo-LlOn was 10 LD0 1Oi-
lowers of 5aladin-every bush may harbor
him or his double, and it may end In the
adoption Of the Mexican style OF courtship-
behind grated windows. Even intrepid
southerners like ourselves fasten dowr
our window screens at night with nails and
long sticks, and wake up screaming with q
vision OF face at the shutters. 1t seems
hard to imagine that women can exist in
New England who would deliberately send
| N Hand Houarc &c FOL nP hot
pathy. The jailer of the Manchester prison
has ''sat down on them" vigorously, to the
great delight Of the rest of the world. They
ought to be sent to retreat for the feeble
minded.
just about the time we will be going
back to the conservatory the pears and
peaches on the place will begin TO
ripeR We have our pick of about
800 apple trees, but, human-nature like,
see where the "fun comes in" on a New
England farm. In the first place the
ground seems to produce more rocks, quartz,
flint, granite, ETC., than anything else, and
plowing must require lots OF nerve and
executive ability and-plowsl Then the
getting up at o'clock In the morning TO
attend to the milking is bad enough these
chilly, raw summer mornings when every
thing is covered with dew and fog. so what
must it be in winter when the ground is
frozen foot or two deep and then piled up
with snow and topped off with ice The
bare idea makes ones hair crawl and ones
bones shiver.
SOMETHING WORTH COPYING.
There is one thing on tho farm that
strikes me as being good enough to copy.
That is, it would be if l were farmer. 1t
is a silo cutter and pit All the fodder is
run through the chopper and cut up and
then stored away for winter use in an air
tight room, or pit, built 10 the barn pro
nounced ba~n). 1t is packed down and COW
cred on top with big stones 10 keep it in a
firm, solid mass, aud only small opening is
ever made TO get the silo out. Mr.. x
says his cows have this nice, fresh food all
winter long, and even in the summer
he keeps the chopper gong and feeds the
| fresh gilo to the cows and horses.
At first the pit used TO built as our ce-
mented underground cisterns are, but Mr..
x. says he concluded he could save time
and trouble by building one Of wood in the
barn, and that it does quite as well a part
the planks OF the floor and sides
are all fitted tightly together. It cost
him about $50. and is 16 feet high (or
deep, ID feet wide and 10 feet narrow, hold
ing about tons. He only lost a little
corner Of it from dsmpness last winter.
should think every farmer would want
one.
Mr.. X. tells me it is comparatively re-
cent New England invention, aud that
southern farmers could make use of it quite
as we'll as anybody else. So / hope that
ny countrymen haven't heard Of 1t before,
and that after reading my description of it
they will go to work and hereafter heap
benedictions on my head. feel SO sorry
for tho poor old horse. who is the farm
drudge here, and whose daily amusement It
is to keep the endless chain Of the ensllage-
cutter in motion by standing in the stocks
and treading wearily. He may have been
very handsome horse once upon
a time, but old age and
the monotony Of farm life
are telling sadly on him. He has q sun
burned, moth-eaten appearance and suffers
shockingly from asthma, and whenever
they bring him ont to go for fodder or to
carry milk to town, or TO get the mail, he
gr ans and ''sighs' 50 that we hear him all
over the place and weep from sympathy.
Poor old horsel He is so pathetic and fnnnYl
II were only rich ] would buy him and let
him have sunny pasture all to himself
and nice warm stable before he departs
this life. He always looks at you as IL be
would like to say: PITY the SORROWS of q
poor old horsep II his long pendulous lips
had language what tale of woe they would
tell. Even his companion ia misery bites
at bin whenever she can, as If to remind
him 20 keep his place and remember that
he couldn's hold a candle il he tried, TO TIE
admirers of her youthful days.
He doesn't resent 1t. He Is too broken
spirited. lie only grOans aloud.