The Baraboo news. [volume] (Baraboo, Wis.) 1884-1911, 1906-01-10

intended'it should be? Not only in
every state of the union but in
the far away islands of the
Pacific Ocean this influence for
good is being felt. Why, Adam,
the first and most perfect man that
ever existed, was farmer. Luther
Burbank, of California and W. A.
Henry, of Madison, Wis, are giving
all their time and money and all
the money Carnegie can spare in
the furtherance of agriculture and
horticulture. Not onlY'these gentle
men but thousands of the brainiest
and most intellectual men in the
country today are farmers. 1t is
your class that is proving the drag
or brake on our wheel of progress.
It is you and your ilk, when seen in
the fields, that cause the passerbY
to cry out mossback Here he
stopped to catch his breath when l
broke in by admitting that, previous
to his fall Adam was the most per
feet type of manhood, - purely
human-that' ever walked this earth
yet he made an awful mistake with
his apples-a mistake that not only
bankrupted himself but the influence.
of which has been manifested down
through all the ages even to the
present day, and in all probability
will be telt by generations yet un-
born. My follies will beforgotten 200
years or less after have become
retired farmer -
Seeing what poor luck I was
having Charley Meyers advised me
to plant potatoes. He said many
farmers were getting rich growing
potatoes. That twas not uncommon
to get two and three hundred bush
els from an acre. But even one
hundred bushels at one dollar per
bushel paid better than almost any
other crop. So I gathered together
every penny could find and bought
seeds at one dollar a bushel, enough
to plant acres. There was still one
acre lett that I wanted to make one
hundred dollars off so found man
who would trust me for the seed
and I planted it. In the fall potatoes
were worth 19 cents so put mine
in cellars until I could get one
dollar. In the spring I managed to
sell 100 bushels at 8 cents, the bal
ance I hauled out and buried in the
woods. Not much poetry in that
transaction.
Then every day, often many times
a day, I get shots like the following
fred by smart farmers: Digging
post holes? Why don't you go over
to Bill Bassett's, he has a lot piled
up that he will sell cheaper than
you can dig them" What kind of
potatoes are you planting3 Car
man No, 3, why don't you plant
potatoe chips, they sell well in the
city," ''Your COW has gone drYY
Well she will bring more In the
market as you can sell her for dried
beef"
And yet, forsooth, kind reader,
love the country. love her sturdy
hills against whose rugged slopes
the wild storms beat in vain. I love
her every vale where bursts the
morning sun. And I am perfectly
content, and it is said that "to be
content, is rich and rich enough"
and if can't have the rainbow for a
byke nor the auroraborealis for a
hat band / am not going to build
the spasmodic sigh nor spill the
scalding tear. And when my poor
emaciated frame sinks forever be-
meath the drifting sands of mother
earth | have but this one request to
make upon the cold charity of this
world will some kind friend grab
Ed. Rich by the narrative of his
alpaca shirt and fling his body far
out into the waters of the Lake?
Hugh Kelley.