The progressive farmer. [volume] (Winston, N.C.) 1886-1904, 1904-02-09
How One Farmers Wife Spends Her Time.

Dear Aunt Jennie :-Having taken our imagin-
airy excursion to city and country homes last
week, / will now take the Chat readers into my
own home.
In the afternoon, there is a walk through the
meadow to bring up the COWS. I have some beauti-
full ones, and | love to go and watch the lowing
herd as they wind slowly DER the lea" in their
march from the pasture lands to their places in
the barnyard stalls. They are all beautiful Jer-
seys. Here they come now. They have gone
down into, and are passing over the small stream
and up they come again and around the brow of
the hill. There is merry Maiden in her frolic-
some way, and meek-eved Golden Ora" They
are all so gentle and docile with their large
udders, and a BRIGHT, intelligent look in each of
their faces. as they stop by me to be patted or get
a caress from my hand, and looking up as if they
would say: owe are doing the best that we can"
If / had the time, I would introduce them to
Aunt Jennie-some of the older ones, at least.
that have been for years doin~ service in their
way of buying sugar, coffee, salt, and other sea-
sonings, but | must hurry on, or I will lose the
chance opportunity of gaining "Gordon Keith"
Bruno, a favorite Scotch collies, always goes
with me, and sits back and busily moves his head
backwards and forwards as if to count them as
they pass him 70 make sure that not one is left
behind, as they skirt a small stretch of pasture
land and turn in the long lane that leads up to
the big road. At the gate they must halt, or
there might be a stampede, for just over the big
road lies the road-bed of the Seaboard Air Line
Railroad System, and the shrill whistle of a loco
motive can already be heard behind d strip of
woodland. 1t is the evening fast train passing
swiftly by on its way South. 1t is gone in an in
slant, and in their restlessness, they stamp i'm
patiently, eager to get through the gate and begin
the march around the big road that leads to the
b%arnyard. If we follow them around, we will
find them each in their accustomed places in the
stalls; indeed, one could not prevail on them to
change the positions to which "Massy" has de-
signed them. oh! that man would keep as we'll
to his designated placeD
And here is the little colt and the bessie calves.
They would feel so sighted if Missile did not even
mention them-the four baby ones at least. By
their names, there is Onwa, Cretesia Bellturia and
the Countess Highclere, in their thick, glossy
coats, and wrinkled necks, and here. too, is
CLEOPATRA that Haywood, the colored milk man.
would insist on calling "Killepatter." All shy
little fellows, they are, waiting for their supper.
Soon the milking is over, and we will away to
the separator room to see the milk turned through.
| use an improved separator, with a capacity of
from three hundred and fifty to four hundred
pounds per minute, the closest skinner on record
and an a~reator, too. The cream is thoroughly
clcansed, and set away to ripen, after which it will
be churned and moulded into cakes. Every effort
has been made to raise the "Oakland Dairy But
ter" to the highest standard of butter excellency
"a butter rich aroma and free from all impure
bacteria after moulding. It is papered to pro-
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