The Fulton County news. [volume] (McConnellsburg, Pa.) 1899-current, 1909-12-23
PAPER NO. 2.
From the Pen Of D. W. Fraker, Of Cando,
North Dakota. Notes on His Trip
Home Last Summer.

To once more slu m ber at my
birth place, to greet the sun at
early morn amid the scenes of
my childhood, to sit beneath the
shade Of the mighty trees--oh,
those magnificent and stately
oaks, centuries old-they, too,
touch me. | feel like declaiming
IN the words of Morris; Wood
man spare that tree, Touch not
single bough, In youth IL shell.
tered me. And I'll protect it
now."
To ramble over the hills and
through the vales to swim iu the
quiet pools, or loiter in some fa-
mlllar spot on an elevation COM
handing view of the sights be.
low filled nv heart with pleasure.
While ascending Gobbler's
Knob, the pen pictures of Wash.
ingtons Irving, of the Adiron-
dack region In Rip Van Winkle,
very vividly came to mind; aud
when father and 1 had gained the
summit and could look out over
the country side from the very
tlptop, at that grand old noun
tain, we could look down and
view country rich with wood
land, andinterspersed with farms.
We could see at a distance the
lordly Aughwick far, far, below
US moving IN it's silent and males.
tic course with the reflection of a
purple cloud, or shut off entirely
from our view by overhanglng
trees, and at last losing itself in
the valley to the north. On the
other side, we could look down
INTO a rugged valley that, showed
the ravages of the lum berman's
axe, finally breaking through a
gap between impending cliffs.
We were IN search of buckle.
berries instead of fleeing from
any attacks of a curtain lecture
from a termagant dame. Not
having the opportunity for a
cherry pick for so long. l HE'D
myself away to a forward spot
of the pity fruit, securing para.
phernalla to distinguish myself
as cherry picker. The words
of Robert Louis Stevenson in his
classical little song on "Forelgn
Land" entered my mind: "Upln
cherry tree, who should climb
but little me; 1 held the trunk
with both my hands, and looked
abroad on foreign lands"
Visiting with relatives and
frlends-even visiting places
within ten miles of home that /
had never seen before-all seem.
ed so interesting. One thing IN
particular that interested me was
the tendency to redeem much of
the fruitful soil of good old Full.
ton. The application of lime and
fertilizers, and the educational
value of studying roots-not cube
or square roots, but clover roots,
alfalfa roots, soy pea roots, etc.
The old saying, "lt's an i'll wind
that blows nobody some good"
the remoteness of the section of
timbered country from the rail-
road, the demand for wood for
paper pulpit is a blessing IN
disguise that the expense of
furnishing pine to paper factories
exceeds the profits, Is one way OF
facilitating conservation of for
ests to form a water blanket for
your hills, preventing the deple.
tion of the soil on your hillsldes
by erosion during excessive
rains, as well as rational out
put of lumber IN any locality.
We studied Geography Is years
ago, and learned that our pilgrim
fathers found forest country
which is inexhanstiple, but at the
present rate of consumption
where will our merchantable
lumber be in 25 years? Our
fathers could remember when
the rich b)ught pine to finish the
interior of their houses, and the
poor had TO use oak; to-day 1t is
the reverse-a little like the Irish.
man on ice;''you, rich, have your
ice in the summer. but we poor
people have ours IN the winter.