The progressive farmer. [volume] (Winston, N.C.) 1886-1904, 1892-08-02
NYE's VIEWS ON ROADS,
hin They Ought To Be Made
Better--Something Ought To
Be Done--Whata
EBOTtS to Rear o. NeaU and Atttuctiye
Style of Mule.

and civilization will welcome with a
shrlll cry of delight the Jews that we
are going to have better roads in this
otherwise we'll groomed republic. For
over a century we have We'd with each
other to g which State and which citv
would excel in its park, it's wild beasts.
It's Jalls, its schools and it's churches.
Ever since the invention of the loco
motive merchants, mechanics and
farmers have fallen over each other
In their efforts to see who could be
first to franchise, grant, bond, mort
gage and otherwise give land, right of
way, easement, conveyance and gen
eral hospitality to railroads, yet in the
meantime driving into town on three
wheels with the tarred axle of the
fourth n riding or a tamarac pole.
Every industry has preceded the
civilizing influence of practical road
building. The time has come for en-
ancipation. We have already over
done the building of railroads, and
constructed them through space, hop
ing that agriculture would overtake
the buffet Car, but it cannot, because
its wagon roads are impossible, except
to Seraphim.
Men of prominence throughout the
country have been receiving for some
time we'll penned letters from the type
writer of Albert A. Pope, of Boston,
who has discovered, no doubt, that the
reason we crowd into the cities to live
is because we can get from one store to
another without getting mired.
1t is nov proposed to make a road
department in the exposition at Chi
cago, wherein may be seen all man
ner of roads, road building materials,
tools, machinery, ETC., from a right of
way with a ruG in the center of it to a
sprinkling cart that will wait for the
man with the fresh duck vest and the
linen trousers and aewly polished boots
before it will squirt.
AS originally designed, the roadmak-
ing machinery and material, as we'll as
cross sections Of roads, were to he so
scattered over the ground, being four
teenin fourteen groups, that the visitor
must look through five immense build
ings, covering 70 $40 acres of ground
in order to see what the world is doing
in the way of making roads.
We have very often home grown
products, l know as a farmer, which
would uIo1d oOpoo+bioo if uo ooy11d 4oHo
a profitable load to our nearest town,
but where we can only draw 500 pounds
and take off a wheel en- route wex<fnd
that we would rather lose the goods
than try to maket them under such
circumstances. Referring to home grown
horses, 1 will add that we need, if we
could afford it, a strain of the better
class of blood, such as the Percheron,
the Norman, and we'll known English
families dating back to William the
Conqueror.
l was never more mortified than last
week. 1 had endeavored on my stud
farm at Buck Shoals to real a new and
attractive mule, and in May we were
blessed with a little bunny mule of the
clay bank variety, sired by a Kentucky
father and damned on the place.
For years l have not been cursed by
pride. Since the artist has been prac-
ticing on me with a view to some day
illustrating a book called Life Among
the Lowly; or Eighty Years on the
Door for Mephistopheles, I can truly
says that 1 am not proud, but a week
ago I went to town with the mother of
the new mule Marguerite, as I deemed
it time to wean her. So we left Mar
guerite moored to the well curb, and I
drove on to AshvilIe to market a bunch
of fat pine.
The day was beautiful. The odor of
clover and the sweet, seductive smell
of the azaIia seemed to lift me off the
seat. A small, black hornet also as
sisted in the great work.
ooh, joyl oh, joyI" 1 said; what a
gladstone day. Is it not indeed a
plumb honey9" as I'VE say in Hooper
township. The air was impregnated
with ozone, and now and then we
could hear the neigh of my palfrey
neighing.
She Weighed for her absent child with
a mothers neigh. The fact hat bitter
things had been said about her and
social ostracism had come with the
little stranger did not steel her warm
mother heart toward the little one.
True, she could not remember any of
her folks who ran so freely to ears as
Marguerite did, but she rocked not.
Whom T had marketed nv fat pine