The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1892-03-17

muscle in the human frame. We plow
and hoe, and harrow and SOW, and gather
it at harvest time. We look after the
horses and COWS, the pigs and sowa, and
the rams and the lambs, and the chickens
and the turkeys and geese. We cut our
own wood, raise our own bread and meat,
and don't have to be stingy of it like
city folks. A friend who visited US not
long ago writes back from town that his
CRATE don't seem bigger than the crown of
his hat, since be sat by our great big
friendly fireplace.
But they do get the joke on me some
times. For you see am farming &C.
cording to schedule, and it don't always
make things exactly luminous. For in.
stance, it is said that cotton seed was an
excellent fertilizer. Well I had 'em and
ss they was clean and nice thing to
handle I put 'em under most everything
in my garden. I was runin' inyun sets
heavy, and one morning went out to pc.
ruse 'em and I saw the straight track of
big mole under every one Of 'em. he
had just histed 'em all up about three
inches. He hadn't eat nary one, and
thinks I to myself "he's just goin' round
smellin' of 'em." Next morning all my
sets were seGtin' about six inches up in
the air right on top of the thickest stand
of cotton you ever did see.
1t would have been more luminous.
However, knitted down, and set the
inyuns back again, and nobody amt got
finer crop.
It's great comfort to me to set in my
piazza these pleasant evenings and look
over the farm, and smoke the pipe of
peace, and ruminate. Illuminate upon
the rise and fall of empires and parties
and presidents and preachers. I think
when man has passed the Rubicon of
life and seen his share of trouble, smok-
ing is allowable, for it kinder reconciles
him to live on while longer, and pro-
notes philosophic reflections. never
knowed a high tempered man to be fond
of it.
1t may be mistake, butt seems to me
little higher grade of happiness to look
out upon the green fields of wheat and
the leaAing trees and the blue mountains
in the distance, 70 hear the dove cooling
to her mate, the whip poor will sing
welcome to the night, and to hunt flowers
and hubby blossoms with the children,
and make whistles for 'em and hear 'em
blow. and see 'em get after jumping
frog or Il garter snake, and hunt hens
nests, and paddle in the branch and get
dirty and wet all over, and watch their
penitent and subdued expressions when
they go home, and Mrs. Arp looks at 'em
with amazement, and exclaims: "Mercy
on me, did ever poor mother have such
a set2 Will I ever get done making
clothes2 Put these on right clean this
morning, ard not another clean rag in
the house. Go get me switch, right
straight, go! I will not stand it'll" But
she will stand it, and they know it, espe.
cially if remark, "Yes they ought to be
whipped" That saves 'em and by the
time the switch comes, the tempest is
over, and some dry clothes are found, and
if there is any cake in the house they get
it. Blessed mother Fortunate children |!
What would they do without her? Why
her very seolding is music in their tender
ears. am thankful that there are some
things that corner in the domestic circle
that Wall street cannot buy, nor money
kings depress. BILL ARP.