The age-herald., 1902-02-02

a wind mill water-lift or an artesian ram attachment-and SO I went with you this far.
 But when you stated this model farm is to have no dogs my heart al- most stopped beating, and I felt that I had been sighted by my pest friend. You know the old saying, Love me, love my dog I will not say 'Woodman spare that tree I concede the proposition that the tree should be cut down, and the stump extracted by a patent stump pull Ter in order that the sulky plough may pursue the even tenor Of its way, but | draw the line just this side of the ban ishment of the faithful dog.
 Aside from his many virtues as a low ing companion and faithful protector of the home, consider. my dear sir, what sportsman's paradise this model farm would be- With it's well protected fields of golden grain. where Bob White can pay court to his lady love. while coming through the rye there would certainly be brood of festive quail in every hedge. And when the leaves begin to turn, across the fields would come the modest call:
 "'Bob-Bob-Whiter'
 Are pears quiet riper"
 While from beyond the stubble the an- swer in sharper accent comes:
 They surely are-'
 They surely are
 And surely, my dear sir. you wouIa not have this model farm without . model boy on 1t? After riding all day on the sulky-plough you mention, the old man may be little too stiff to care about walking around much But would speak a word for Jack and his setter Snyder. All work and no play 1t has been truly said, makes Jack a dull boy He never gets tired, however, when sport Is in order. When an off day comes, we will watch him shoulder his gun and start for the fields while Snyder whisks about him. and in highest glee dashes off in search of the entioing odors of the gamey quail. At Jacks beck and call Snyder beats the field in widening circles, as with sweeping strides he glides over the meadow-grasses. the pod-laden pea- vines and hedges of broom-sage. with head uplifted he sniffs the tainted breeze. and suddenly pausing in his rapid flight he assumes the crouching movements of a cat; he creeps down the scented trail, and stops as if turned to stone, with tail outstretched. head half turned aside and paw in rigid boise. he staunchly awits the coming of his master. AS Jack ad- vances upon the covey in front, there ik heard the quick. voo-voo-voo of many wings. Then rapid settling to the steady sail of continued flight; the sharp report bang-bane; the cry of dead bird and Snyder. noeing the grasses. soon lays the trophy at his masters feet.
 Surely 1t Is in the manly sports of the country boy, that Jack learns the art of the quick eye and the steady hand, which the too often dissipated city lad never &C., Quires Surely 1t must be while roaming the fields and walking beneath the sough- ing pines with Snyder as his only oom- panion that Jack catches the inspiration which makes him achieve the victories which attend the later, city career. of ths country-resred boy. and brings him to the front az a loader in our great industrial movements. perhaps the president of a great railroad or prominent in the coun- sels of the nation. Reforn,er spare tho dog However, if he sucks eggs or faila to stand staunch on a point let him goSa Ve-- truly your friend.
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