The Democratic advocate. [volume] (Westminster, Md.) 1865-1972, 1910-02-18
WEST THE REAL HOME OF EVERY
THING BIG.
Here are Few Little Stories, Vera
ciOus Of Course, Tending to Prove
the Assertion.

Here are a Few Little Stories, Vera
ciOus Of Course, Tending to Prove
the Assertion.
LOS Angeles, Cal, Saturday. The
great West is big. Every year the
East hears a new crop OF stories
about the business of the West that
makes 1T marvel. Here is q portion
Of this last seasons crop Of big stor-
les of the things of the West -
During corn growing time a Kan
sas newspaper printed a startling dis
patch from the southern part OF that
State saying that boy climbed corn
stalk to see how the clouds looked and
the stalk was growing faster than the
boy could climb down.
AT the date Of the despatch the boy
was clear out of sight. Three men
were engaged to cut down the corn
stalk with axes to save the boy from
horrible death from starvation, but
the stalk grew SO rapidly that they
could not hit twice in the same place.
The boy was living on green corn
alone and had already thrown down
more than four bushels of cobs.
The later fate of the boy is not
known. That is of minor Importance,
anyway. The great and burning ques-
ton il Does corn really grow that
fast in Kansas
A man whose word has never been
disputed with any degree of success
went east with this story from South
western Kansas His two brothers
were working clearing out the weeds
in a deserted pasture lot. After a
trip to the farmhouse one of the broth
ers returned to find the other missing
Where are you, Eb ?" he shouted.
Here l ann he heard the answer
ing voice of Eb, coming from some
where near the fence.
"WeIl shake a weed, SO II can tell
where you are" commanded the
brother.
They tell Down East that if a farm
er i'm the West plants his ground with
corn and takes first class care of 1t he
will get a hundred bushels to the acre,
and if he takes middling care of it he
will get seventy-five bushels to the
acre, and If he does not plant at all
he will get fifty.
1t is also told in the East that West
ern farmers have been known to start
out i'm tine spring and plough furrow
until fall, and then turn around and
harvest back; while man in Detroit
has a friend in Dakota who owned a
farm on which he had to give mort
gage and the mortgage was due on one
end before they could get it recorded
on the other.
Not SO long ago a man-perhaps it
was the same man-was telling some
acquaintences about pathetic scene
he witnessed on one of those big Da-
kota farms three years ago. He said
he saw an entire family Frustrated
with grief-women yelling, children
bawling and dogs barking. One man
had his camp outfit packed on seven
four mule wagons and was going
around bidding everybody goOdby.
where is he going ?" asked one of
the party.
Half way across the farm to feed
the pigs" was the answer.
Some one wanted TO know III he ever
got back to his family again, but the
narration said it was not time for him
to get back yet.
One man, so it il said, started i'm to
cut tree Of his place. When he had
cut away at one side for about ten
days he decided to take look around
on the other side he found man who
had been cutting at that same tree for
three weeks and they had not heard
the sound of each others axes.
The quick growth of Western cities
il matter of common talk and the
East no longer doubts these tales. An
engine driver of a train crossing the
prairie was surprised one day to see
a town of considerable size just
ahead, at spot where there was
nothing the day before. He yelled
over to his fireman, asking what town
it was, but the fireman was stumped
too. When he pulled into the station
there were nearly thousand persons
waiting to see the first train come in.
When they pulled out the conductor
stationed a brakeman on the rear
platform to watch out for any towns
that sprang up after the train got by.
They never have anything small or
ordinary out in that section at all.
Wind storms blow down wire fences,
draw stoves out of the chimneys and
blow the bottoms out of empty bottles.
During one of these remarkable wind
storms whiskey barrel standing in
front of a saloon was sucked out of
the bunghole and turned inside out,
and the dirt was blown from around
the post hole in the hillside, leaving
the hole sticking out of the ground
about two feet with no dirt around It,