Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1907-09-06

turnout the day; a ptlny pig died
in the morning, calf shed it's muz7le
and milked the cow, two year cid
steer left at noon via Glover Bluat
route, colt angled against the barbed
wire fence and tore a chunk Of
meat out of its shoulder. the sand
checked the deep well pump, the hired
girl and the hired man served notice
that they would work no more for the
present wage schedule and the family
doctor gave it as his opinion that the
mother was showing alarming synp-.
toms of appendicitis.
The farmer remembered all these
contrary contingencies end he had
not been asleep more than ten min
utes when he began to dream dreams.
He thought that he listed" mis-
farm for sale With a local agent and
in less than week one of his neis,h-
bors took the place at what looked
like a good price. He moved to Soith
Dakota where he bought four acres
with what 1et received for one in
Iowa. He broke OUT the farm and
gave it TO wheat and corn. The rust
ruined his wheat and an early frost
embraced the corn while it was yet
Sin the dough" Two OF HIS children
were taken Ill from the effects of
alkali water, and his wife cried her
self to sleep every night over the loss
of her neighbors and friends. He
spent one winter there fighting the
flying sauadrons of the blizzard that
swept the keen edged sahres In the
frost"
He sold out again and concluded
to try Texas The green bug fell
like locnsts upon his wheat, a birn-
ing. blistering wind made his corn
field look like patch of parsley, the
boolweevil ruined his cotton his
cows became infected with the fever,
a sportive tornado pulled up all his
post holes and scattered them to the
seven winds, he got into an argument
on the rest question with Texas
colonel and spent eight weeks in a.
hospital for his rashness and as he
lay there on his bed OF pain Memory
accentuated his anguish by pict,lring
to him his old home up there In iowa
with the chickens cluclsing around the
yard. the fat Poland CrIina hogs g,unt-
ing in the shade. the cattle cropping
the rich grass, the red clover pouring
It's crimson foam across the meadow,
the timothy showing its pale blue bios
som to the sun. the long low rustic
of the corn when stirred by the soft
night breezes. the wheat whitening
for the harvest. the sumach hanging
Its yellow coneshaped flower across
the fence, the rose running riotously
by the kitchen window, the tank filed
with the purest water from the
deep well. the big barn ready for the
on-coming hay and the crib filled yet.
to bursting with last years crop.
He remembered years in Iowa when
rain fell every day and he still harv-
ested a good crop. He remembered too,
when it was dry from July to Octo-
her, and still he raised crop. He
sees all these. then the canvas shifts
and he fancies himself talking 10 Bill
Smith, his nearest neighbor about
building slo. He sees his children
coming home from school AMI the
old dinner bell tells him with itsl iron
tongue that the supper awaits him at.
home His blue eyes moisten when
he thinks of Iowa and then he re-,
members what General Sherman
said, about renting Texas and living in
hell, and just then the faithful alarm
clock wakes the dreamer and he
springs out of bed, and bending the
hinges of his knees, thanks God that
all his troubles are but dreams and
that he is still on his old Iowa
farm And you couldn't buy that
mans farm today at any price it's
not on the market