The pioneer express. [volume] (Pembina, Dakota [N.D.]) 1883-1928, 1898-09-09
age is small sum, and will no doubt be
straighteued up in some way before Mr..
Hart leaves his Office.
Brother Deacon's Farm.

ten acres IN the midst of what some dOz-
en- years ago was the thriving city of St.
Vincent. This year, the sol, owing to the
large amount of fertilizers from the ma
tural decay of the town and other bless
ings of the good Lord, yielded fine
crop and his neighbors came and helped
him harvest it. Of course such "pros-
perity" is contrary to all Of Brother Dea-
cons former political beliefs, so he has
now taken facts instead of theories for
his future political platform. But in his
good fortune and glee he can't help hit
ting us whack, just good-naturedly,
but pretty hard. In his amusing article
on "What he knows about farming" in
this weeks Era, he says:
I'VE have to thank many kind friends
for helping us out with our threshing, and
none more than Mr.. H. Sinker, who with
his fine crew steamed in and threshed us
out first. Messrs. Ryan Bros, Messrs Ed.
and Wesley Cameron, Messrs Fred and
W.. LeMasurier and Mr.. Oscar Ahles fur
nished volunteer teams, and the local
millionaire, Mr.. Kruse; the members of
the cigar manufacturing firm, Messrs Jar
Wis & Son; Mr.. Crimson, hairdresser; and
villagers generally, who were fortunate
enough to own or could borrow pitch
fork, worked that day at pitching sheaves
as they never had worked before, and
there has been more blistered hands in
town this week than there has been at
any other time since the village was or
ganized; Mr.. Crimson has to wear mits
while shaving his customers. The re-
turns were extremity gratifying, Mr..
John McGlashan was time keeper, and
reported the grain prancing out at a trot-
ting gait, 8 bushels to the minute; the
average yield was forty bushels and
peck to the acre, and if the farmers of
the county don't elect us President of
the Agricultural society we shall have
our opinion of the farmers. We cannot
drop this part of the subject without pay
ing high and deserved tribute to MIR.
Hugh Lucas, the young man who runs
the tally machine on Mr.. Sinker's thresh-
er, and who adds one and half bushels
to the crop every time he yanks lever;
We shall endeavor to stand in with him
at future threshings. We understand
that Editor Wardwell, who has been los
ing money at amateur farming for num-
Der OF years past and is consequently hot
under his collar at our bloomin' success,
jumped into his clothes in great glee at |
II o'clock last Saturday night hoping
that the conf1agration at St. Vincent was
our office on fire. We respectfully in.
form him that instead it was our inn
mense straw piles on fire before the rain.
and to prepare for fall plowing; and that
while he is to-day worrying over his
crop, we have ours threshed, sold and
the money spent, and the land on which |
it grew ploughed up ready for next years
seeding. We did not reckon great
deal of our barley, Mr.. E. Glow when at
the Worlds Fair, got away with some
grains of barley, he said that a South |
African gave them to him, and he has
been cultivating that breed ever since.
Last spring we sowed few bags of it,
but the weeds got after it in such shape
tnat we had nothing to say about barley.
Farmers when passing, to annoy us, en-
quired, "How many car loads of barley
do you intend shipping" and drummers
would remark, when passing, "That
farmer has allowed some barley heads to
grow up in that weed field" We could
see no way out of paying cash for the
seed, instead of paying for it in pufts, as
was our bargain with Mr.. Glow. Let
our readers try to imagine our astonish-
ment and delight after Mr.. Sinker's ma
chine got away with that barley when we
found out that it ran close upon 60 BUSH
els to the acre. Next in order is our po-
tato crop; we expect in round numbers
600 bushels to the acre, and if Mr.. A.
Suffel, who has been growing Maggie
Murphies," in vain attempt to down us, |
when he should have bought his seed
from us, regardless of cost, and raised |
potatoes he could eat, disputes our esti-
mate, we invite him to dig them out
while we tally the bushels"
fetes Attorney.
herebX 6nounce that am a candi- |