Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1918-03-21
INsrALLMENr NO. 100
fcoryr,oht. 1918. ov Public Ledger Comp

when the ground and the weather were
both favorable for the wheat
mo? Oh. veil dere is dime enough yet.
My fader used always to say to me IL 1t Is
September den 1t is not too early. and SO
long as it is September yet den it is,not
too late"
All Of Johns habits are steady and all
Of his instincts are conservative. The wind
bloweth where it listeth. but John stays
along the Perkiomen He lives upon land
which belonged to his paternal great-great'
grandfather, and the family in two hundre
and six years have not moved mile. He
buys manure in Philadelphia at dollar
ton pays the railroad dollar a ton more
for freight and then hauls 1t to his farms
but bone and fertilizers are tabooed with
a touch Of malice. I said to him:
John how do YOU think | would do
to put up srio?"
Some people say dey gets more milk
from, ,he cows dat way and some people
say dat dey is no goot But I don't put
I'D no sllo. My son. Isaac, he lits on my
warm in Perkiomen township Yum day
he comes to me and he say Pop SINK
a silo right dere by de creek And den
say to Isaac. You don't puild no silo dere
by de creek nor anyveres else. II you puiiu
a silo YOU gets off dat warm pretty QUICK
Women and Spiders
Three young ladies', John, my brother
James and myself had reached the middle
of the Perkiomen in a fiat bottomed boat
and were watching the shadows of the
shebarll and sassafras limbs as they
leaned over the beautiful stream, when we
were startled. In one corner lurked un-
observed, a huge black spider of abnormal
proportions and hideousness Suddenly
darting from it's hiding place it ran for
shelter under the clothing Of the tallest
Of the ladies' with a scream she rose TO
her full height and struggled to get on
the seat upon the far side. AS the boat
lurched the situation became dangerous.
"sit down" shouted my brother and l.
Reaching over among the timorous feet
.iO IL,
caught the horrible creature In his naked
hand and calmly tossed it into the water.
Women and spiders has no business to-
gedder in the same poat and so / puts
de spider in de grick," he explained as we
rsgained our poise.
Like some other, people whom I have
| known, John has no great opinion OF my
| horsemanship. To drive my carriage with
me in it would be contrary to all his ideas
of propriety. but he watches over me with
| tender care. His suggestions begin re-
motely and are hidden with delicate clever
| ness
| DE supervisors dey don't know nodding
spout de way to ment roads. Dey chust
dig out de cutters and drow de mud in de
middle, of de roat, an den ven it rains de
mud all washes back again and de ruts
| is deeper dan dey vas pefore and If feller
| don't go ferry slow ofer dem ruts he preaks
his wagon. Dere is one of dem ruts now,
| chust look once and see vat goot desc SUI
pervisors pc" And again, Dat Is ferry
| nice blace to hitch your horse, but de vies
| is awful pad and ven de sun gets around
! dere dey all comes out. Dat dree has
| more shade and is not so goot for de vlies "
| The wagon went slowly over the rut and
the horse was hitched to the tree.
| On tie goth of March, 1909. in that
marvel of rural energy and enterprise,
| Pennepacker and Bromer's store in
| Schwenksville. Prizer, the postmaster
leaned over the counter and gave John a
special delivery letter.
| John" said l, interrupting, Il have just
bought a farm and maybe / can borrow
some money of you to help pay for it,
| His eyes had an uncertain look but he
said Come ofer to de house vonce'
When / was seated In his old-fashioned
hickory chair with split seat he continued
Did you want some money? 1 hafe
a little money vot cot from a man ofe,
in North Wales. Or vas you only chokinT
Touched by the readiness of the offer and
its trustfuness, I hastened to explain
"Oh, no, John; the farm is paid for anc
l already have the deed"
well. thought maybe you vas only
chokin. I heard you pought de Gebert
place. Dat blaze belonged to my grand
fader, Chon Pannebecker. He cot it from
his fader olt Sam Pannebeclfer, and oil
Sam he cot it from his fader, Peter NJ
| grandfather he sold it to olt Pete Schneiter
Schneiter cut off de woods and sold some
of de land the Perkiomen Inn is puit or
dat land. My grandfather puilt de house
and de barn wiss oak timber vat dey Gu
on de place. In dem days dere vas NJ
pridge ofer de Berkiomen, and it vas fer.
bad ford But desc olt people dey nefel
mindet de high water. Dey vas no dunn
mics. Dey chust pushed dru wiss de ha,
wagons and on horsepack. My grandmut
ter say she often rode dru de Berkiomel
wiss de water up to de horses pelly. Sh,
pull her feet up out of de water and trus
to de horse You pousht dat place cheap
You viii nefer lose nodding."
Never Owned a Gun
II nefer owned a gun in my life" sal,