Greene County herald. (Leakesville, Miss.) 1898-current, 1908-05-15

especially at breeding time. when half
a dozen so to counting one old hem
Young man." said he. you don't
catch my meanin There was folks
round here who never set q turkey egg
and yet when the fall roundup come
they had more turkeys than all the
folks for five miles around. These
folks was always complainin' bout the
foxes ketchin' their turkeys. and all
the time 1t was the two legged foxes.
well. we had whole lot of law
suits. and it ended with the lawyers
gettin' the turkeys that the other foxes
Didn't get, and Maria and the rest of
us, jest worn out by these scrappin's,
let the turkey business go.
Another thing against turkey rails
in" continued the farmer-"help IS
scarce.
1--WE can't keep our boys and girls
on the farm any more. These newspa-
perS arc blowin' round that the farm
er's havin' q good, easy time of 1t be-
cause there are self binders and hay
forks and hay leaders and manure
snreaders and windmillS. They have
US all sittin' in rockin' chairs, cuttin'
coupons and smokin' quarter cigars"
As if to give emphasis to what fol-
lows, the farmer shook the ashes from
his cob pipe and said: Il want to tell
you, young man, there are some wind
run by hot air too. What do these kid
gloved city chaps who sit behind glass
doors and drink champagne know
about farmin'?
Eyes, know they are tellin' us how
to do it.
scriptions on his old gray for the wind
colo, and that horse just up and died
the next day He went into town the
next week to see the editor, and they
told him the editor was away lookin'
after his fences.
''What do city editors know about
fences and farmin, anyhow?
swell, one day paper came here.
end at the top 1t read Go west, young
man, and grow up with the country
THAT night my boy John skipped
out, and the rest followed, and now
Maria and me are left alone, and we
can't do all the farm work. let alone
foolin' with turkeys"
But" we asked, "can't you get
help?"
Hardly" he replied, land the fell
lows you do get are lazy, good for
nothin.
at used to be, when the children
were home, we all took hand with
the work. John had the horses, Bill
stopped the pigs, Mary had the chick
ems, Dave had the COWS; Jennie the
oldest, had the turkeys, Sallie had the
butter, and Maria and me took hand
with all of them.
SHUT now" said the farmer as he
wiped tear from his eye, they've all
gone, and mother and me are left
alone to shift for ourselves, and turkey
raisin' is out of the question
ITO explain this turkey panic there's
one thing more | want to say said
the farmer. "and that's about black
head.
1.-THE farmers keep breedin' from the
same stock, and the turkeys get teeto-
tally worn out
''Then they get to droppin' yellow
stuff around, and they do nothin' but
loaf and drink and sleep and die off.
I cut one open, and it had sour crop,
it's liver was spotted, and it's innards
-:.sowed red spots"
'Can 1t be curedY' we asked.
EYES," he answered. MARIA and me
experimental with red pepper and
peppermint and cinnamon and lauda-
mum and liniment, and they was all
no good. We just put few drops OF
coal tar and quart of venetian red
in a gallon of water and gave the tur
keys nothin' to eat, and they soon
drunk themselves well.
But" unused the honest old farmer
1.-THE turkey days on the farms are
over, and the times a-comin' when al
the turkeys will be Matched and raiset
in machines and be done up In tin can:
and he sold In grocery stores. like 9th
er canned goods