Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1899-11-27

headaches, backaches, heartaches, are
routed. The needle, once an Cypress
i've tyrant, becomes a cheerful slave
! roll and rumble and roar until the fam
lily wardrobe is gathered, and winter is
defed, and summer is welcomed, and
the ardorS and seventies of the seasons
are overcome; winding the bobbtn,
! threading the shuttle, tucking, quilting,
ruff1ing, cording, embroidering, under
braiding set to music; lock stitch, twist
ed loop stitch crockett stitch, fasci-
mating ingenuity.
No wonder that at some Of the learn
ed institutions, like the New Jersey
State Normal school, and Rutgers Fee
| male institute, and Elmira Female col
lege, acquaintance with the sewing ma
chine is a reQuisition, young lady not
being considered educated until she
understands it. Winter is coming on,
and the household must be warmly
clad. 1.-THE Last Rose Of Summer" will
sound better played on sewing ma
chine than on a piano. Roll on, .
wheel of the sewing machine, until the
last shackled woman Of toll shall be
emancipated! Roll on!
Secondly, look into the agricultural
world to see what the wheel has &C
complished. Look at the stalks of
wheat and oats, the one bread for
man, the other bread for horses. Coat
off and with a cradle made out of five
or six fingers of wood and one of sharp
steel, the harvester went across the
field, stroke after stroke, perspiration
rolling down forehead and cheek and
chest, head blistered by the consuming
sun and lip parched by the merciless
August air, at noon the wOrkmen lying
half dead under the trees. One Of my
most painful boyhOOd memories is that
of my father in harvest time Keeling
from exhaustion over the doorstep, too
tired to eat, pale and fainting as he
sat down. The grain brought to the
barn, the Sheaves were unbound and
spread on a thrashing floor, and two
men with fails stood opposite each
other, hour after hour and day after
day, pounding the wheat out of the
stalk. Two strokes, and then a cessa-
ton of sound. Thump, thump. thump,
thump, thump, thump! Pounded once
and then turned over to be pounded
again, slow, very slow. The hens
picked up the loose grains and the
horses half asleep and doing over the
managers where the hay had been.
Wheel of the Reaper.
But bark to the buzz of wheels in
the distance! The farmer has taken
his throne on a reaper. He once walk
ed; now he rides; once worked with
arm of flesh, now with arm of iron.
He starts at the end Of the wheatfield,
heads his horses to the opposite end of
the field, rides on. At the stroke of
his iron chariot the gold of the grain is
surrendered, the machine rolling this
way and rolling that, this way and
that, until the work which would have
been accomplished in many days is ac-
complished in a few hours, the grain
field PROSTATE before the harvesterS.
Can you imagine anything more
beautiful than the sea island cotton?
| take up the unmelted snow in my
hand. How beautiful it is! But do
you know by what painstaking and
tedious toll it passed into anything like
practically? II you examined that
cotton, you would find it full of seeds.
It was a severe process by which the
seed was to be extracted from the
fiber. Vast populations were leaving
the south because they could not make
any living out Of this product. One
pound Of green seed cotton was all that
a man could prepare in one day, but
Eli Whitney. a Massachusetts Yankee,
woke up, got a handful of cotton and
went to constructing a wheel for the
parting Of the fiber and the seed.
Teeth on cylinders, brushes on cylin-
ders. wheels on wheels. South Caro-
lima gave him $4,000 for his inven-
ton, and, instead Of one man taking a
whole day to prepare a pound of cot
ton for the market, now he may pre-
pare three hundredweight, and the
south is enriched, and the commerce of
the world is revOlutiOniZed, and over
100000 bales of cotton were prepar-
ed this year, enough to keep at work
in this country 100000 spindles, en-
ploying 270,COO hands and enlisting
1921, 100000 of capital.
Thank you, Eli Whitney, and L. S.
Chichester Of New York, his successor.
Above all, thank God for their invent
i've genius, that has done so much
for the prosperity of the world.
Cause For Thanks.
Thirdly, l look to see what the wheel
has done for the travelling world. No
one can tell how many noble and self
sacrificing inventors have been crush
ed between the coach wheel and the
modern locomotive, between the pad
die and the ocean steamer.
I will not enter into the controversy
as to whether John Fitch or Robert
Fulton or Thomas Somerset was the
inventor Of the steamboat. They all
suffered and were martyrs of the
wheel. and they shall be honored.
John Fitch wrote: