The Montgomery advertiser., 1901-12-01

kept step with the rattle of it's clevises, and on It's beam hath ridden thrift and national plenty. / do not wander that the Japanese and Chinese and the Phoenicians so parucu- lariy. extolled husbandry or that Cin- cinnatus went from the consulship to the blow or that Noah was farmer before he became a shipbuilder or that twelve yoke Of oxen when the mantle fell on him or that the Egyptians in their organism worshiped the OK as tiller of their lands.
 American blow has accomplished, take you into the western wilderness. Here In the dense forest 1 find collection Of Indian wigwams. With belts of wam- deer. smoking their9 feathered calumets. pr, driven forth by hunger, l track their moccasins far away as they make the forest echoes crazy with their wild halloo Now tribes challenge. and council fires blaze, and warwhoops ring, and chiefs lift the tomahawks for battle. After awhile wagons from the Atlantic coast fe1led. and by night bonfres keep off the wolves. Log cabins rise, and the great tfees begin to throw their branches in the path of the conquering white man, Farms are cleared. Stumps, the monu- Hents of slain forests, crumble and are burned. Villages appear, with smiths 1t the bellows, masons on the wall, car Denters on the housetops. Churches rise red men ignorantly worship, Steamers Dn the lake convey merchandise to her wharf and carry east the uncounted bushels that have come to the market: crowns of rye and let the mills and the machinery of barn and field unite their voices to celebrate the triumph, for the wilderness hath retreated and the blow hath conquered.
 Triumph of Husbandry.
 Within our time the presidential cabl- net has added Secretaryship of Agri- ~ulture. Societies are constantly being
 established for the education of the blow.
 ournals devoted to this department are
 ircrlated through all the country. Farm
 IFS through such culture have learned
 he attributes of soils and found out .hat almost every field has It's peculiar preferences. Lands have their choice as to which product they will bear Marshy lowlands touched by the blow rise and wiring out their wet locks in the trenches. Islands born down on the coast of Peru and Bolivia are transported to our fields and make our vegetation leap. High ways by this blow are changed from man Appian way. Fields go through oloodless revolutions until there the
 armhouse stands. In summer honey suckles chamber over the trcllises. On one side there stand a garden, which Is only a farm condensed. On the other side there is stretch of meadow land with thick grass, and as the wind breathes over it 1t looks like the deep green ocean waves. There goes brook, tarrying long in its windings, as if loath to leave the spot where the reeds sing, and the cattle stand at monday under the shadow of the weeping willows. In winter the sled comes through the crack ling snow with huge logs from the woods, and the barn floor quakes under the thumpings of the hatl or the deafening buzz of the thrashing machine. Horses stand beneath mow poles bending under loads of hay and whinny to the well filled oat bins. Comfort laughs at the wind rattling the sashes and clicking the lcicles from the caves. ,.s., ous tillage, have become an Eden or fruitfulneSs. in which religion stands as the tree of life and educational advan- tages as the tree Of knowseosE;ed s;dd or s9%9a s%a are ourselves surrounded by well cul- tured farms. They were worked oy your fathers. and perhaps your mothers neip- ed spread the nav in the held. On thslr headstones are the names you bear. AS, when you were boys, in the suitry noqn you sought for the harvest held wltn refreshments for your fathers ana Iouhd them taking their noon spell sound asieep , e. under the trees. so peacefully now thsy sleep in some country ehurehyaru. NO more fatigued. Death has plowed toI them the deep turroW Of grave
 Agricultural Prosperity
 Although most of us have nothing di- rectly to do with the tillage of the soil, yet in all our occupations we feel the effect of successful or biighted industry. We must, in all our occupations, rejoice over the victories of the blow today, The earth was once cursed for man sake, and occasionally the soil reyenges vest. I suppose that but for sin th' earth would be producing wheat and corn and sweet fruits as naturally as now Il