72 MY FARM. 



involves a large outlay for fertilizing materials and 

 for labor which at certain seasons must be at ab- 

 Bolute command. 



In view of these considerations, which I com 

 mend to the attention and to the criticism of the 

 Agricultural Journals, I determined that I would 

 have my herd of milch cows, and commence profes 

 sional life as milkman ; keeping, however, the small 

 fruits and the vegetables in reserve, against the time 

 when the land by an effective recuperative system, 

 should be able to produce whatever the market might 

 demand. 



Happily, too, a country liver is not bound to a 

 single farm adventure. If the cows stand sweltering 

 in the reeking stables, it shall not forbid a combing 

 down of the ancient pear trees, and the tufting of all 

 their tops with an abounding growth of new wood, 

 that shall presently be aglow with the Bonne de Jer 

 sey, or with luscious Bartletts. 



If there is a rattle of tins in the dairy, the blue 

 birds are singing in the maples. If an uneasy milker 

 kicks over the pail, there is a patch of Jenny Linds 

 that make a fragrant recompense. If the thunder 

 sours the milk, the nodding flowers and the rejoicing 

 grass give the shower a welcome. 



