The mirror. (Stillwater, Minn.) 1894-1925, 1903-05-14

streams of lacteal fluid into pail.
am dreaming of the city with all its
hustle and noise, with its glorious
achievements and joys of battles where
man is arrayed against man, and where
ones genius and intellect are taxed to
to their uttermost in the struggle for
supremacy. Now victory is about to
perch upon my banner, when, 10, there
is a sudden shock and 1 can feel some
thing warm and wet drenching me.
Yes, have been dreaming, having fall
en- asleep while persuading Cherrie to
give down the rich store of milk she
gathered during the day, and hav-
ing fallen asleep continued in the op-
peration of falling, by falling off the
milk stool and turning the milk over
me.
Well, as I have finished milking, there
is nothing more to do except to look
around and see that all is safe for the
night, assist in straining the milk, get
in some kindling, wood. and water for
morning use. It is now only 1920 or
IL o'clock and were 1 at all socially in
ciined I might sit up with my family
for an hour or two, discussing the latest
novel or some new opera. But un-
fortunately my wife has labored as
hard as myself; doing the housework,
taking care of the milk, churning, set
ting the hens, looking after the chicks,
and recuperating from all this by as
siduously plying the hoe in the garden
as sort of recreation during immunity
from other duties. She is worn out
with the fatigues of the day and has
already retired. How would like to
luxuriate in bath, but unfortunately
bath tub and water supply is not one
of my possessions. So am content
with hurried sponging off and retire
to repeat the same routine on the NOR
row. Yes, 1 once had an attack of
farmentia myself.
Throughout the summer I labor thus
and in the winter am equally busy;
doing chores and hauling the fruits of
my labors over miles ofpoor roads to
market. The summer rains melt my
pavements into a consistency of soft
mush that has distinct odor of the
barn, and as paddle through the COW.
yard in chase of some refractory bovine
that persistently refuses the shelter OF
the barn; 1 sing in a deep bass: "My
country it's of thee, sweet land of lib
erty." My singing is liable to be pune
tured with remarks not very compliment
!; tary to the ancestry of cattle in genera
J and very derogatory to those of thai
! particular specimen. The poet sings
of the sweet scent of the clover blossom
and goes into raphsodies over the sweet
; incense of new mown hay. It's dollars
. to doughnuts that that poet has never
worked in the hay field with the ther
! mometer registering 1O2 degrees il
. the shade. 1t is also ten to one sho
that were he to make the farm hi
home, his nostrils would be more Otter
treated to the pungent odor of th'
J barn yard and pigsty than to the seen
of apple blossoms and lilac.
To assume that man in thecountr.
has not the same hopes. fears and am
| bitions, aye, even temptations, as hi
f brother in the city, is to assume that b
, is separate and distinct creation o
God, set apart for the express purpos
] of tilling the soil, content with his 10
Q whate'er his lot may be.
The man without ambition is like
4 ship without sail or rudder. He is
Q derelict drifting about upon the sea o
9 life; a menace to the honest vessel o
It traffic. He is the bohemian, tramp
n vagrant; call him what you will. Hi
!, only care is to satisfy his immediat
9 needs. He is Needless of the future
k He is coutent to live upon the industr
and charity of his more upright an
a ambitious brother. Away with hin
= I hold that every man owes to societ
g a debt which he can only repay by gi1
d ing to society all that is best in hin
j. If he has talents let him use then
s Whether bis ability is along the line