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formed by any one who looked as that fellow 

 did. The young man was at least partially 

 right. It was not the minister's business, how- 

 ever, to be ashamed of himself. It was the 

 business of the people who employed him year 

 after year, and who neglected to pay him as he 

 ought to have been paid. 



Isn't your second paragraph sufficiently an- 

 swered? Friend B.. you go right straight and 

 get acquainted with your pastor; follow him 

 about from morning till night, all through the 

 week: and if you do not decide as I have done, 

 that he earns his money as honestly and as well 

 as anybody does, then I shall be mistaken. 



I am glad to see your concluding paragraph, 

 and that you are trying to do the right thing. 

 If I have not answered you sufficiently, have I 

 not given you some helpful suggestions in the 

 line? And don't you believe we shall have 

 better homes and better neighbors when we 

 cultivate such a feeling toward our spiritual 

 leaders as I have. pictured to you in these brief 

 remarks? Remember, I once stood where you 

 now do. For many long years I found fault 

 with ministers — called them lazy, etc. May 

 God forgive me; and may the uncharitable 

 comments on the good clothing that every com- 

 munity absolutely demands that the pastors of 

 their churches should wear be forgiven. 

 Wouldn't it be best for all of us — carpenters, 

 farmers, schoolteachers, and ministers, if we 

 really and tiuly made it our business to seek 

 the kingdom of God. and his righteousness, 

 leaving it with God and the great wide world 

 to pay us for our services what we ought to 

 have? Oh! you do not know how much hap- 

 pier and pleasanter I have felt since I have 

 been working — not for money, but for God's 

 kingdom: and the astonishing part — at least to 

 me — is, that, as soon as I have forgotten to look 

 first after the money part, God has seen to it 

 that "all these things" have been added unto 

 me and mine most abundantly. May his holy 

 name be praised. 



Even so did the Lord ordain, that tliey which pro- 

 claim the gospel should live of tlie gospel.— I. COR. 

 9:14. 



Notes of Travel. 



ON THE WHEEL — CONTINUED. 



When I neared the well I was informed that 

 I would have to have a permit in order to get 

 over there. There was so much oil on the 

 ground, and covering the surface of the water 

 that stood in hollows, and even floated down 

 the creek, that they were very careful who was 

 permitted to go around the derrick, on account 

 of the danger of Are. When the managers dis- 

 covered that it was A. I. Root who was making 

 Inquiries, they not only gave me the permit, 

 but went over and showed me around. No 

 tanks had as yet been put up to save the oil; 

 and during the recent rain of sixty hours, a 

 great quantity of it was washed down the 

 stream. They had drilled through ever so 

 many hundred feet of solid salt; but as they 

 deemed the oil they have struck to be of more 

 value than the salt, their attention has been 

 turned to the former. 



There is one thing that is particularly pleas- 

 ant to the wheeler all through Summit County: 

 and that is. the beautiful pun^ soft waii'r al- 

 most everywhere you go. In some places the 

 springs are so plentiful along the hillsides, that 

 at almost every farmhouse there is a watering- 

 trough, with a running stream of pure water 

 right out along the roadside. I reached the old 

 home of my childhood in Mogadore, Summit 



Co., in the middle of the afternoon (feeling but 

 little fatigued after traveling more than 40 

 miles); but the matters that particularly in- 

 terested me there would not be of so much in- 

 terest to the readers of Gleanings. 



At Tallmadge I called on my relative, Mr. 

 Wilbur Fenn. He was out plowing a piece of 

 ground just 100 rods long; and the minute I 

 looked down the furrow he had just turned, 

 I uttered an exclamation of surprise and de- 

 light. Do you know why? This hundred-rod 

 furrow was about as straight as you could draw 

 a string. It was of even, regular depth its 

 ■ whole length, and the fine soft loam rolled over 

 exactly the same way from one end of the fur- 

 row to the other. In fact, the field was almost 

 ready to plant just as the plow left it. My 

 cousin, young Fenn's father, explained to me 

 that one reason why his son did so nice a job 

 just then, was that he was teaching his hired 

 man how to plow straight. Some of you may 

 say that a crooked furrow would give just as 

 good a crop as a straight one. Well, I suppose 

 it might under some circumstances; but look 

 here, my friend. The man who plows a straight 

 furrow like that, does every thing else accord- 

 ingly, in making his preparations for a crop. 

 The ground will be so well fitted, and the plant- 

 ing so accurate, that a good hill of corn will 

 grow on every foot of the soil, where there is 

 room for a hill. There will not be too many 

 stalks in a hill, nor too few; and there will not 

 be any good spots in the field, and i)oor spots. 



Young Fenn is in Terry's neighborhood, and 

 he has caught on to the ideas of good farming 

 that have been so vehemently taught. Let me 

 tell you something about how hard he has 

 worked to get his ground so he could plow such 

 a furrow. First, all the trees and stumps were 

 disposed of; then the rocks and stones. Why, 

 this same ground has been farmed for perhaps 

 fifty years; and when young Fenn got hold of 

 it he commenced getting out every stump and 

 stone that would make the plow dodge. In one 

 place, after digging out a stone that broke his 

 plow-point, he found .sixold broken plow-points 

 in the same spot. His predecessors had broken 

 their plow-points, one after another, and con- 

 tented themselves with putting in a new one 

 and going ahead and leaving the cause to do 

 the same thing again, year after year. Of 

 course, the ground is underdrained; but even 

 then I could not comprehend how that soil 

 should turn over so beautifully soft and even 

 and fine; but he explained it by saying the 

 field was fitted for oats when that sixty-hour 

 rain came; but the water settled it down so 

 solid and compact that he decided he would 

 not undertake to get the crop under in such 

 conditions. Theiefore he plowed it all over, 

 and was going to put in corn.* 



Just as I was stepping into the buggy to 

 leave, our young friend said we must hold on 

 just long enough to see his potatoes in the cel- 

 lar. Although it was the last week in May. he 

 had not yet planted them, and did not propose 

 to plant them for some little time. His forte is 

 late potatoes, and he does not undertake to put 

 in whe:it after them, ms frier.d Terry does. In 

 fact, he has a rotation of his own fashion, suit- 

 ing his own needs. The cellar was closed up as 



* You .see, the point Is that an expert farmer will 

 not undertake to produce a crop unless he Vias the 

 conflitions sonictliing' near what lii' thinks thej' 

 oug-lit to be. 1 have frequently liad grround titled 

 ready to i)lant, just as lie did; l)ut I went ahead and 

 put in tlie seed, tliinlting- 1 could not very well help 

 the nuittei'. Of course, this field 100 rods long was 

 doing things on a little larger scale, and it would 

 be rather expensive business to iKO ahead when 

 there is a strong probability of failure over so large 

 a piece. 



