The Logan Republican. [volume] (Logan, Utah) 1902-1924, 1903-09-23
Life In the Country.

We have been out In the country
again to pet the wabbly calf and watch
the angry little bee gather more
honey. We left "the busy mart" one
morning just at day break when
the smells OF a great city
were shedding their bilious odor
on dyspeptic air. We left the
city not because we couldn't take
1t with us. but because we didn't want
1t along. We are particular about
our company when we go where we
might feel ashamed of ourself-and
we went to the country.
We were born In the country and
adopted the city because the city
wouldn't adopt us. Inasmuch as blood
is thicker than water, we like Gods
country best. That Is why when we
get all gummed up in the cerebral
region, we hurry away to the land of
our nativity--the free. unbridled coun.
try!
not that we have ever hankered
for farmers life, our divine afilatus
aud disproportionate central stat
uary that bothers us when we put on
our shoes, forbidding; but we have
often dreamed of being gentleman
farmer. In our minds eye we haze
fitted from flower to flower on the
farm, scratching the pigs with a cob,
feeling new horns sprouting on the
infantile rams. sailing the new kit
tens, haltering the turkey gobbler.
gathering the eggs where the horses
have failed to eat them, sharing goph-
ers from post holes, tea ching the dog
to bite book-agents, fighting the chinch
bugs and the Jersey COW out of the
wheat field, taking skinned milk to
the village, Dragging about our horses
and how near lightning came to hit.
ting our barn!
Up to our recent visit this was our
dream. of the farm. Now we know
we have been deceived. All farmers
of to-day are gentlemen farmers. and
| just as soon as we can find a farmer
| fool enough to swap places with us we
are going out into the rural districts
to eat green corn off the cob and be
happy tho married
We were met in "the little country
\ town" by the farmer. After getting a
shave and offering in payment bill
! so big neither the barber nor we could
| change it, he bought some good CT.
| CARS and said he was ready
1t was a glorious morning. In the
| air there was no essence of redolent
cafaterias, no ancient alley-stench, no
cI np fntn
| cense OF meadow and field.
At the farm home the grass In the
front yard was clipped with a lawn
mower, there were a hammock and
easy chairs. The dinner was a dream.
The farmer spent the day enjoying
himself while the hired help did the
work. There were yet two picnics
and sale to attend that week. He
went to all three.
| We have always contended that
while the farmer feeds us all he usual
| ly keeps the best for his own larder.
There Is a huge overgrown belief in
town that farmer skimps his own
table to carry food-stuffs to market.
Perish the error; the farmer has fresh
eggs and vegetables. the yellow.
! legged chickens cavort about his legs
and the apples in his orchard are as
ruddy-hued as the cheeks of his pretty
daughters. His mail is delivered at
his door, he has telephone and takes
forty-leven periodicals which he reads
before passing them to that bourne
from which newspapers never return.
His life is not ideal, but 1t has a
leaning that way Don't pity the
farmer; save your sympathy for the
town slave.