The hummer. (Houston, Miss.) 1914-19??, 1915-04-23
A Day on the Farm.

The rooster crows and the farmer Jumps up. hhe
and his wife are partners he makes quick fire in the
kitchen While he is feeding the stock his wife gets
breakfast After the cup of coffee and bread have made
connection the farmer hikes to hitch up the old mule If
the hame string not broken or Of the lines gone he
runs the first furrOw just as the peepng the
rim Of the world Maybe the mule goes straight and may
be he doesn't and unless the first few minutes brings
whoa fool" a ripping series Of "cOnfOunds and dog
takes the farmer hasn't warmed up to his calling The
cods may fall his (Oe) and the dirt may stick If
resistbly to the wing of the plOw HhatfOesnt happen
in the days work he has not received his full share of the
joys and SORROWS of farming life Anyhow he escapes
Of these new ground fly backs shin breakers Lord
have mercies he look back as master Of the field
But his feet walking the shadow Of his head
and the old mule sghngy stops to his eager whOah
the farmer squints that inevitable eye toward the MONDAY
just the dinner bell tnkles the OysOme melody Of
come to feed Quickly the hamestring and the tum tum
band lOOsed and the mules hips culver downward
he rakes the names the sweay and drops them
the beam Of the pillow Gathering up the lines to
rens he climbs the mules back and rides sideways the
barn. Six nubbins shucked out to the paving mule
with 20 Gawd where the others to come from 2?
After the wash up and the brush up he slides into the
dining chair with grabs turnp green's potatoes
bread milk and other good things IF he and his wife be-
lieve in gardens Dinner down. the pipe filled up and off
into farming dreamland he falls the hard floor of the
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get busy prod from the wifes broom tells him the
call of the field Possibly this time he is to list
bottom land run out mddes in the cotton May
be he a twister a Georgia STOCK steel beam one
horse OF two horse buster" Maybe he must run
around with heel sweep attached to bar
off young stuff that makes his wrath kndle into
sweating perspTatiOn" About now he is kneeling down
to drink from gurgng spring while the old mule bsters
in the Thirst "squenched he makes some more 60
rounds and as the golden topples over the western
trees he bids the fields gladstone till tomorrow.
Supper finished he sheds his wet clothes and falls in
bed And before forget it. man is not real farmer
until he wiring water from every thread of his working
shirt and Overalls and also make soshy noise in his
shoes as he walks along
If the pillow points, sweeps, shOyels bull tongues and
twsters always sharp the land always ready to turn
and to puverze easily the gear always in good fix the
weather just right and mule that will whoa when you
want to tiny shOOt-then would the farmer be
happy? Maybe so and maybe not
We haven't forgot that while the farmer is in the field
the wife is busy too Cows milk dishes to wash beds
make up floors to sweep milk to chum eventy-leven
hours before the butter takes notion FORM chickens to
feed and take off, to fix and yards to sweep and
million other things like answering the phone and rackng
her brain with the thought Of what will cook next
And we leave him sleeping waiting for the four
o'clock and another wrasse with the old grey
mule on the hill