The progressive farmer. [volume] (Winston, N.C.) 1886-1904, 1904-02-09

is sent back to the barnyard for the little calves
and the b%uttermilk is poured to the little pigs.
I like to see thirty or forty little fat-back pigs
as they stand knee-deep in butter milk, and little
canary-colored ducks swim about in a large pan
of the white fluid. 1t is all beautiful to me be-
cause I love the home life.
After the quiet evening meal, my husband and
I for we live alone) sit together around a glow
ing fire. | have my music, both vocal and in
strumental, and he keeps to The Progressive Far
mer, Southern Planter, and lots and lots of Gov
eminent bulletins; he gets a monthly report and
keeps a stock of them on hand. And if l should
tire of the piano, l get down one of Dickens
and begin to enojy Mr.. Pickwick. Just as l am
beginning to get well into the story, | must needs
stop to listen to Mr.. T., as he reads aloud some
thing from the pens of either Professor Massey,
Doctor Kilgore, or perhaps It's a fine COW that
Professor Burkett has written about that IN her
record is ahead of even our own "Queen Vic
toria." Well, we will have to get Professor Bur
kett to tell us more about this fine COW. He reads
aloud, and we comment together, and the evening
with us is almost over. -
For we must be up early, and out for a walk in
the early dawning to enjoy the exquisite pleasures
of nature and drink in the invigorating and re-
freshing breezes (nature's best tonic) and enjoy
the soft, mellow light of the early morning and
the beautiful panorama of natures best theatrical
performance. As we walk, we stop to observe, and
now the dark blue curtains Of heavens vault are
folding back and we observe the glorious orb and
admire Gods beautiful sun, as he energies from
the gilded gates of the east and comes slowly and
deliberately, but never failingly, on the stage Of
action. The glare of the MONDAY sun and the
glow of the evening sunset, have each their
charms, but the pink rays of the rising sun shed
a soft, mellow light that lulls to sleep the twink
ling stars and bushes the songs of the merle and
the nightingale, and we catch the first sweet notes
Of the lark. It's then that the other birds sing
more sweetly, too, but they are away from home
Just now-gOne away to the Southlands to enjoy
a brief vacation. They will be back in the early
spring and build their nests in the orchards and
form a choir in the big oak trees and MARBLE their
songs the live long day. | love to catch the diff
ferent notes and tune them to the piana. I am Of
ten asked the question if l never get lonely. The
little birds are my nearest neighbors, but they
don't gossip about me. | have my morning duties,
and III the afternoons l am self-suticient.
Soon it will be the spring-time, and then | will
take care of the little chicks. | wonder how many
Of the Cousins want to race with me raising little
chicks? l have some beautiful Barred Plymouth
Rocks, and until last year | was never physically
able to raise them myself, but | took care and
attended to them through last spring, and l had
Just such success! They were like Uncle Eben
Holders wash hilers'- there was "such a slew
of them chicks"-and that is just what Aunt Jen-
ME will be saying about this letter, 50 I will quit.
and bid you one and all a cordial good night.
MRS. G.. n. T.
Oakland Dairy Farm, Middleburg, Vance Co.,
n. G..