The Farmington times. (Farmington, St. Francois County, Mo.) 1905-1926, 1908-06-19


care to strike boldly and secure tho
prize To be as near city as one
need be; and TO be as far away as
will give one the comfort of wide
fields unto tired eyes" that Is the an.
swer to the problem of living; that is
the sum total Of happiness.
Our life on the farm had proved
this to us beyond all cavil And we
had looked about US and selected our
abiding place with this very end in
view And yet, when we came to 20,
to pull up stakes" was something
like roofing out our very heart-strings,
for we had come to know the farm
as 4 scholar knows the written page
We had seen the SHOWS melt In the
hedge corners and fade from the stalk.
strewn fields. We had watched the
cattle huddle before wintry blasts and
heard the north winds whistle down
the chimney and storm at the dis.
mantled lilies by the garden gate. We
had loved the visible and external out.
doors that had lowered about us, not
less in the bleakest season than in the
days Of June.
Always even In sad days, there had
been the solace Of flowers and bird
songs, the hopeful waves OF the grass
or the promise OF moonlight and star.
light. The very trees had become as
affairs to us, and one hill, crowned
with naples, and in autumn a miracle
In gold and scarlet will forever haunt
us with its spiritual glory OF flaming
beauty Surely II some vCstal virgin
Of the season could keep nlight for.
ever the fires that burned in those
leaves the vision would be too lovely
10 last, too blindingly beautiful to
other than turn 10 tears the eyes
which should behold Il.
The century.old oaks that grew on
the farm, how we should miss their
Druidical calm. the faint tops breath.
ing In the summer winds. the lower
drapery as still as Dodonian spaces
beneath sibyllic shades. The sharp.
armored hickories, the walnuts, the
elms, the brilliant sassalras. the
towering and tcmple,like sycamorcs
how We should miss them all when
we were gone
On one long hill that slopcd TO the
river we had stood many times, and
watched the shadows grow deeper
over the water. and heard the night
winds rustic in the leaves, and bark.
cncd TO the twilight sounds that begin
TO creep in over the tides of darkness.
Now, ncvermore! Goodbye! Fare
well to l.ochaber." All the long curves
OF valley and hilltop. all the wide
sweep Of grain field and forest, all TO
pass with our departure, all TO vanish
with our going. The gnarled and
scraggly saplings that hung over the
deep raynes, the Aaunt OF the fox
squirrels brush in the naples
branches. the rock lined stretch OF
rugged roads down tumbled hills. the
flight of wild fowl and the call OF the
owls and crows by night and by day.
the drift Of sheep In the sloplng pas.
lures. the rise Of a yellow.breasted
lark from the meadow. not again; no
more: "Lochaber no more, farewell 70
Lochabcr."
1t is impossible for anyone with a
real hunger at his heart for outdoors
not TO be affected by leaving any
place where he has wandered for
many months, getting acquainted with
every nook and Granny of his sur.
roundings. and getting closer and
closer to the environment as the sea.
sons come and go
There was scarcely foot In all the
acres that we had not actually COW
cred In our tramps about the farm,
and on every slope and through every
stretch of woodland the baby had
played and tumbled. For myself.
knew every tree on the place. had
gone, especially on my hunting expedi.
lions. not only over every inch OF the
ground on this particular tract. but
had explored the surrounding country
for many miles. and knew every ra.
vine and creek as well as | did the
alphabet itself.
Many times we sat by the windows
and looked out over the farm, and
we'll as we knew the wisdom OF get.
ting closer In touch with the city, and
yet holding fast 10 the integrity OF life
on farm, there was very sincere
and genuine regret at the ordeal be-
fore US There must be somewhere a
curious physiological attachment to
the soil In some natures. Perhaps
the Swiss may have 1t more particu-
larry than any other race for they
seldom leave their native land, and
are the most prone to Inconsistencies
of all peoples.
However. our lease was nearly up,
and we had made all arrangements to
move, and so the task OF getting ready
for the journey stared us straight in
the face.
The two years on the farm had been
great. II not the greatest, OF all ex.
periences. 1t had taught us life in the
cities is mostly mockery. and yet that
there was germ OF the spiritual. of
the higher mental sensations, which
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