The Farmville herald. [volume] (Farmville, Va.) 1890-1934, 1900-06-15
NJ. NJ

question the truth OF the old saying
that a man can't do two things well at
the same time. Mr.. Henry Hubbard's
farm is in "apple pie" order, the clover
on it the best in the county and every
nook and corner well cared for, and yet
he is conducting a general store and
commission business with growing
and increasing success. OF course he
is busy, too busy even to discuss life
insurance, though he has a yard full Of
children.
Mr.. Chas. Glenn and sons are pro-
gressive farmers Of the Prospect neigh
borhood and this season are forging to
the front. Tobacco planted and scrap
ed, corn worked, harvest on and things
generally humming.
Mr.. Glenn tells me that the chestnut
ridge on which his farm is located, is
the best tobacco section-Austrian va
riety-in the State, and that he can
spot it wherever seen. That father
and those three sons are not only
working but reading farmers as well.
They commune with other farmers,
who contribute to farmers periodicals,
and SO keep in touch with the best
thoughts Of the day. This means pro-
gress.
/ don't believe lock chain would
have confined Mr.. w. G. Chick to
Farmville business circles after the to-
bacco plants were taking on the
square | found him at his country
home on the 9TH inst, just from the
fields where the tobacco was booming,
corn lifting It's blades for battle, wheat
ripening, oats heading, clover falling
beneath the scythe and men and horses
moving to the music Of quick ste).
There is inspiration in such leadership.
Mr.. Joel Watkins occupies the old
homestead, in Appomattox county,
where his ancestors for many genera
tons lived before him. 1t is a magni-
ficent estate. As / stood in his front
porch, on a perfect June morning, and
saw spread before me 200 acres OF low
land burdened or blessed rather with
wheat, tobacco, oats, corn and clover,
set i'm a forest-frame Of encircling orig
inal trees, the Appomattox gracefully
winding about it in crescent shape, the
wellfed mules fat and sleek, already
at pillow, hands cheerfully following
them or making music with the hoe,
ditch banks interlacing the level plane,
cattle eisuIely grazing on the clover
fields. the whole flooded with a wealth
Of sunshine, l turned to the owner, and
asked: ado you ever tire Of scene
like this?" "No, no." he quickly said,
"for every new morning clothes it with
new beauty, and from childhood until
now it has been my JOY" / know it is
true. and feel assured that clothed in
the green of early spring, the growing
crops ofsummer, the following harvest
of autumn or the winding sheet of the
year, winters snow, it must always
be beautiful.
Mr.. Watkins is farming on large
scale, and cannot afford to do otherwise
on land like that. ! found him stand
ing in the midst of his forces just as
the sun was going down, and | have no
where found larger or better worked
tobacco. He led me to cut-oh piece
of land, of q fraction more than an
acre. which had on it 5000 hills Of the
best tobacco | have seen this season,
and remarked that it was a pet acre
with him. Some years ago he had ii
i'm tobacco, just as he has it this year
5000 hills all told, from which he sold
1900 pounds, for which he realized
si8O. "Only once" he said, "and
may never do it again, though l viii
make an honest effort tins year.
Isn't it a record-Dreaker We need
only know more Of Southside Virginia
Mr.. Editor, to appreciate its true worth
| passed through a neighborhood OF
Forbes brothers, and every eye was t'
the front, every head erect, every steI
forward, and there was victory in the
air.
As drove in sight Of New Store,
found Mr.. l.. ID. Jones seated in an
easy chair in that store porch, waiting
for the mail. But justice requires tina
/ say he hadn't been there long. Oh
the contrary he was just from an eigh
p acre truck patch where he had beef
also making a hoe sing a song The
+ blisters on his hands were the battle
T scars he wore.
T Seated in that porch, in touch
T of a tree, under which Gen. Lee
wrote one of his last orders before the