The Frankfort roundabout. [volume] (Frankfort, Ky.) 1882-1908, 1906-08-04
[For the Roundabout
ACROSS FENCES-FARMING.

Leaving DeHlIIu HE GHe uuSGy,
hot streets. and the hustle of con-
ventional life, | went my way out
into the country-that paradise
of God yet unbroken of its rest
by the cruel tyranny of man.
On either side of the broad
sweep of white turnpike the farms
had an expression of serene COM
posture, as if, in producing an
abundant harvest, the tinted
fields, with their wealth of grain,
evidence of compensated labor,
were both beautiful and prac-
tically full of object lessons
wherein one learned the truth of
holy writ:
Whatsoever man soweth
that shall he also reap"
The farmers are a class of men
willing and glad to be interro-
gated. The wisely religious men
one may question in vain; the
contemplative business in vain;
the wise-worldly, city man in
vain; but the men who press and
keep the farms-making them
gardens of beauty-"hewers of
wood and drawers of water" bent
under burthens and often torn by
scourges-these are they who
mind not hardships or toll, but
as a good guide works quietly
without word. only do his eyes
speak where need is, and his arm
like an iron bar if need be.
The wheat crop in this delect-
able part of the county of Frank
lin, at the meeting of the waters
across fences, was most satisfac-
tory. The best crop harvested in
five years, so some old residenter
said, the plumpest grain, the
soundest and roundest yield. A
local buyer bought it up for spot
cash-90 cents for most, a smaller
per cent for many bushels, shipped
on the F. & G. The acreage in
hay, timothy, clover and alfalfa is
remarkable, with most gratifying
results. The corn crop promises
to be- the best in years, while
crops of small fruits, plums and
apples compensate for barren
years, while the season of summer
has been full of blessings, the
weather most pleasant, and con-
tentment rests amid the bloom of
the bluegrass with a serenity
peculiar to the Anglo Saxon. To
trust is happiest, that trust in
believing that we should teach the
children the meaning and sacred
ness of life. The paternal rever-
ence, the beauty Of fields and
waters, the patriotism of every
day heroism, what home means,
what our country signifies?
As Ruskin said: Beautiful,
indeed, upon the mountains had
been the feet of any who had
spoken peace to the children,
who had taught those princely
peasants to remember their line
age and their league with the
rocks of the field, that so they
might keep their mountain waters
pure, and their mountain paths
peaceful and their traditions of
domestic life holy.
1t was at wayside we'll that
we rested, and listened to the
quaint, old-fashioned sound of
the hammer of the village black
smith as ne >shod the riding ami
NAL of the old gentleman who
talked the idle waiting:
Come back to Gods country,
hev you? That's goodl Stay out
Nv doors and git strong, yer look
kinder peeked. Coin ter live in
the country an on farm? A
little lonesome some times, but
then thars work ter be done that II
keep yer spirits up. Farmin' is
Their best employment man or
woman ever engaged in. grow
terbaccer, but haint cut any tree
often my farm yet. Cum up ter
see us, me an ther old woman will
be powerful glad ter see ger.
Cum Tomorrow. f" And 60 We
did.
The path to the front door, bor-
dered by cedars, was well worn
and the old-fashioned style, over
which we climbed, was holy with
memories. A broad porch. with