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agriculturist will be acceptable； and as that history no doubt
contains suggestions of value to the entire agricultural community；
I have concluded to write to you through the Press。
I have been an honest old farmer for some four years。
My farm is in the interior of Maine。 Unfortunately my lands are
eleven miles from the railroad。 Eleven miles is quite a distance
to haul immense quantities of wheat； corn； rye； and oats； but as I
hav'n't any to haul； I do not； after all； suffer much on that
account。
My farm is more especially a grass farm。
My neighbors told me so at first； and as an evidence that they were
sincere in that opinion； they turned their cows on to it the moment
I went off 〃lecturing。〃
These cows are now quite fat。 I take pride in these cows； in fact；
and am glad I own a grass farm。
Two years ago I tried sheep…raising。
I bought fifty lambs； and turned them loose on my broad and
beautiful acres。
It was pleasant on bright mornings to stroll leisurely out on to
the farm in my dressing…gown； with a cigar in my mouth； and watch
those innocent little lambs as they danced gayly o'er the hillside。
Watching their saucy capers reminded me of caper sauce； and it
occurred to me I should have some very fine eating when they grew
up to be 〃muttons。〃
My gentle shepherd； Mr。 Eli Perkins； said； 〃We must have some
shepherd dogs。〃
I had no very precise idea as to what shepherd dogs were； but I
assumed a rather profound look； and said：
〃We must； Eli。 I spoke to you about this some time ago！〃
I wrote to my old friend； Mr。 Dexter H。 Follett； of Boston； for two
shepherd dogs。 Mr。 F。 is not an honest old farmer himself； but I
thought he knew about shepherd dogs。 He kindly forsook far more
important business to accommodate； and the dogs came forthwith。
They were splendid creaturessnuff…colored； hazel…eyed；
long…tailed； and shapely…jawed。
We led them proudly to the fields。
〃Turn them in； Eli；〃 I said。
Eli turned them in。
They went in at once； and killed twenty of my best lambs in about
four minutes and a half。
My friend had made a trifling mistake in the breed of these dogs。
These dogs were not partial to sheep。
Eli Perkins was astonished； and observed：
〃Waal！ DID you ever？〃
I certainly never had。
There were pools of blood on the greensward； and fragments of wool
and raw lamb chops lay round in confused heaps。
The dogs would have been sent to Boston that night； had they not
suddenly died that afternoon of a throat…distemper。 It wasn't a
swelling of the throat。 It wasn't diptheria。 It was a violent
opening of the throat； extending from ear to ear。
Thus closed their life…stories。 Thus ended their interesting
tails。
I failed as a raiser of lambs。 As a sheepist； I was not a success。
Last summer Mr。 Perkins； said； 〃I think we'd better cut some grass
this season； sir。〃
We cut some grass。
To me the new…mown hay is very sweet and nice。 The brilliant
George Arnold sings about it； in beautiful verse； down in Jersey
every summer； so does the brilliant Aldrich； at Portsmouth； N。H。
And yet I doubt if either of these men knows the price of a ton of
hay to…day。 But new…mown hay is a really fine thing。 It is good
for man and beast。
We hired four honest farmers to assist us； and I led them gayly to
the meadows。
I was going to mow； myself。
I saw the sturdy peasants go round once ere I dipped my flashing
scythe into the tall green grass。
〃Are you ready？〃 said E。 Perkins。
〃I am here！〃
〃Then follow us。〃
I followed them。
Followed them rather too closely； evidently； for a white…haired old
man； who immediately followed Mr。 Perkins； called upon us to halt。
Then in a low firm voice he said to his son； who was just ahead of
me； 〃John； change places with me。 I hain't got long to live；
anyhow。 Yonder berryin' ground will soon have these old bones； and
it's no matter whether I'm carried there with one leg off and
ter'ble gashes in the other or not！ But you； JohnYOU are young。〃
The old man changed places with his son。 A smile of calm
resignation lit up his wrinkled face； as he sed； 〃Now； sir； I am
ready！〃
〃What mean you； old man！〃 I sed。
〃I mean that if you continner to bran'ish that blade as you have
been bran'ishin' it； you'll slash h out of some of us before
we're a hour older！〃
There was some reason mingled with this white…haired old peasant's
profanity。 It was true that I had twice escaped mowing off his
son's legs； and his father was perhaps naturally alarmed。
I went and sat down under a tree。 〃I never know'd a literary man
in my life；〃 I overheard the old man say； 〃that know'd anything。〃
Mr。 Perkins was not as valuable to me this season as I had fancied
he might be。 Every afternoon he disappeared from the field
regularly； and remained about some two hours。 He sed it was
headache。 He inherited it from his mother。 His mother was often
taken in that way； and suffered a great deal。
At the end of the two hours Mr。 Perkins would reappear with his
head neatly done up in a large wet rag； and say he 〃felt better。〃
One afternoon it so happened that I soon followed the invalid to
the house； and as I neared the porch I heard a female voice
energetically observe； 〃You stop！〃 It was the voice of the hired
girl； and she added； 〃I'll holler for Mr。 Brown！〃
〃Oh no； Nancy；〃 I heard the invalid E。 Perkins soothingly say； 〃Mr。
Brown knows I love you。 Mr。 Brown approves of it！〃
This was pleasant for Mr。 Brown！
I peered cautiously through the kitchen…blinds； and； however
unnatural it may appear； the lips of Eli Perkins and my hired girl
were very near together。 She sed； 〃You shan't do so；〃 and he
DO…SOED。 She also said she would get right up and go away； and as
an evidence that she was thoroughly in earnest about it； she
remained where she was。
They are married now； and Mr。 Perkins is troubled no more with the
headache。
This year we are planting corn。 Mr。 Perkins writes me that 〃on
accounts of no skare krows bein put up krows cum and digged fust
crop up but soon got nother in。 Old Bisbee who was frade youd cut
his sons leggs off Ses you bet go an stan up in feeld yrself with
dressin gownd on & gesses krows will keep way。 This made Boys in
store larf。 no More terday from
〃Yours
respecful
〃Eli Perkins；〃
〃his letter。〃
My friend Mr。 D。T。T。 Moore； of the 〃Rural New Yorker；〃 thinks if I
〃keep on〃 I will get in the Poor House in about two years。
If you think the honest old farmers of Barclay County want me； I
will come。
Truly Yours；
Charles F。 Browne。
1。34。 BUSTS。
There are in this city several Italian gentlemen engaged in the bust
business。 They have their peculiarities and eccentricities。 They
are swarthy…faced； wear slouched caps and drab pea…jackets； and
smoke bad cigars。 They make busts of Webster； Clay； Bonaparte；
Douglas； and other great men； living and dead。 The Italian buster
comes upon you solemnly and cautiously。 〃Bu