Morris tribune. [volume] (Morris, Minn.) 1880-2000, 1901-09-07
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A Turn at Flowing
The Boy Didn't 1iko the Work, but
Enjoyed the Attendant Sport.


"Do you really want to try your hand
| BIT the ploww was Uncle Toms remark
after breakfast was over.
,"I'd like to see if could" said the
boy, seven If get sick Of it before
night"
Gan right" was his uncle's reply.
''But you can't carry the gun with you.
The mules would stampede"
"Why, what would there be to
shoot?' said Aunt Fanny.
'sOh, there's blackbirds and kildees
by the barrel" said Uncle Tom.
"I'l take my bean shooter" said the
boy, '.and get enough birds for apotpie
by night"
So, with pocketful Of buckshot and
his rubber weapon, he was ready for
the fray. The farm was one OF 240
acres. It was rolling country and
fenced in by the old fashioned barbless
wire fences, The soil was dark loan
and easily worked. There was sand
enough so that a plow would scour
fairly well, and there were no rocks.
The boy had watched his uncle plow;
the day before, and it did not seem
very hard work. So, with light plow
and the old team, he started In with;
considerable confidence. The rems
were crossed over his shoulder and I'M
der his arm, and the novelty Of the job.
appealed to his curiosity, He grasped.
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an assuring 'tGit upr' His Instructions
were not to hold the ploWshare too
deep in the soil or he would be hoisted
into the air by the combination Of the
lines around him and the leverage of
the earth's surface, and for the first
200 yards he gingerly scraped along al
most ON top of the ground. "
Then he remembered that this was
not blowing, and he ''h'isted" up the
handles and dug into the bowels Of the
earth. It was long pull and strong
pull and a pull all together as he re-
membered it afterward, and it ended
by his being slung over the tops of the
pillow handles and deposited in the dirt
The pIow had been turned upside down
in the furrow, and his hat had been
scraped off by the lines. The near
mule beamed on him pityingly, and his
back felt as if part of it had been pull
ed out and thrown away. Then he rec
objected about not digging in too deep.
So he braced himself and took hold Of
the plow handles again. A long stretch
Of comparatively level ground assisted
his efforts, and all went well for some
time. It was vast and awful dis
lance across the field for the first fur
row, and his uncle was mere speck
at the other end. When he got to the
end Of the furrow. he found the wire
fence, and beyond was limitIess ex-
panse Of rolling prairie stretching
down to the timber line Of the Tarkio
river. Outside of the fence were sew
eral burrows, which, his uncle had ex-
planned, were to keep the prairie fires
from coming in and burning the fence
posts.
He turned the mules and started
back on the blowing. The loose loan
broke under his bare feet, and the fur
row crumbled down and arched ahead
Of the plow like the back Of an angry
hog. There was a steam, light, misty,
almost impalpable, that rose up from
the cloven hide Of the old brown earth.
Far in the west bank Of white clouds
lay furled in the blue skies. He held
the plow more steadily now, and when
the share began to sink too deep ahe
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free from the furrow.
The turning point was reached again,
and again he halted. From the line Of
cottonWoods that hanked one side: of
the field came down a troop Of black
birds, clacking and gossiping, in their |
quest for grubs, bugs and angleworms.
First In size and Importance were the
gorgeous purple grackles, Or crow
They were the autocrats Of
the blackbird tribe and most important |
and busy when engaged on foragiug
expeditions such as these. They were
by the more sober hued cow
in great numbers, and as
the team drew away and the furrow's
line heightened out the scouts Of the
expedition came in close to the ploW. |
The boy had already got his bean
shooter within easy reach. and as the
birds lined along the furrow he stopped
the mules.
The nearest blackbird was big pur-
pie grackle. The boy drew the rubbers
back. bullet few as the rubber bands
and the blackbird doubled up
u the furrow with a bullet in his
breast. Putting in another bullet, the
boy took another shot at the next bird,
which had not noticed the almost
effect OF the shot Fair and
rue the second bullet went to It's
mark, and second blackbird drOnDed