Bisbee daily review., 1911-04-20

of a Holstein blOtched the green.
 Tt yaps better to do one thing think she went on. It is the tendency of today. I used to think there wss waste in raising so many
 different things and then buying feed. So now" She pointed to the stretches of Canada fieid peas. We raise our own hay. and we have a silo. and we sell our milk and our chickens, and that's all. We aver age about a hundred cows, and we have p?t away something like three thousaG. a year
 | saw the great cool, roomy barn with its swinging stanchions and piles of green feed and clean drink. ing cups, all filled from the spark ling arteslan supply for which Miss
 .cholson drilled over two hundred
 ret. It looked as if it would De vssE T{easannt to be a COW under the circumstances, but later the lot of the hen allured, when we passed through tAs sun-fiooded chick en-house where. in tiers of boxes as oompactly arranged as an up-to- date flat. the portly buff cochins dwelt in content. But above all shown the delight of the human lot at one o'clock; for neither COW nor hen may know the joy or Jersey berries in Guernsey cream. Of aspar asus budded that morning, of toma toes and lettuce fresh from the gar den.
 We don't make business O truck" said Miss Nicholson, put we like to raise what we use. and its good for a woman to work among her fruit and yegetaoses. ueFoi know what it is not to fall asleep the minute I touch the pillow.
 She was summoned. One of th hands was repairing a wagon and her advice was needed.
 There isn't a detail l don't su pervise. she told me. that's the only trouble. never take a vaca ton, for things will go wrong in my absence.
 However, st-e seems to need vacation less than any hard-worked woman I ever met. She sleeps and she eats and she praises God and she isn't conscious of having nerves and she is tingling with the warm sympatbies that a broad, out-of-door fife develops.
 We take care not to let country life make us narrow, she said. "Vir- ginia says: Sister, thee must be sure to ask friends to see us so We wont get queer.
 All over New England. farm land is being reclaimed by women-many of them worn out by the strain ot clerical or professional life-seekins the country as a refuge. It is the opinion Of Miss Fanney Morri smith, who has run a Connecticut farm for seven years, that the harL est problem for the city-trained wo- man who undertakes farming Is to learn to live without buying at the store.
 I've learned, she told me sagely. but it took time My sister and ] have at last reduced our purcnasea to flour, sugar, salt, lemons, cereals, kerosene, soap tea, coffee, codfish. sal mon yeast. brooms, baking powder and spices. We have recovered the les; art Of New England cooking with salt pork; aided the new art or process canning; We make sau sage. head cheese. serapple: corn our beef and smoke our hams; ano render our own lard.
 Another scientific farmer Is Miss Smith, who, to prove her case, cites a total cash receipt of Esperanza farm as S5JS a decade ago in com parison with s2.O0O in 1909, under her modern eyes. She has fed her and as if it were an invalid, and it passed through convalescence to health under her nursing; she chose the right succession of crops; put the land into proper physical condi fe dit with plant food, chemicals and farm manures. Fields that once gave rom a half ton to s ton and hall Of hay are yielding five, and "IVf only begun" Miss Smith announces