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change of place was a going to change their characters, 

 and make such shiftless farmers thriving men. 



Now I have been thinking that these weaker brethren 

 were living on &quot;Missionary ground&quot; as the saying is, and 

 that the farmers who read the papers ought to come over 

 and help them. It is no use for you to advertise your 

 paper on this account, for such people do not take any 

 paper, either political or religious. If one of your agents 

 were to come along, and ask them to subscribe, they 

 would feel insulted, if they could get near enough to them 

 to make their business known. I am going to propose to 

 our Farmers Club to go out among these weaker brethren 

 and see if we can t get them to take the papers, and mend 

 their ways. You see they can t say we are mere book- 

 farmers, and that our notions are all moonshine, for they 

 know that our farms look enough sight better than theirs, 

 and that our farmimg pays, so that we have money to 

 lend. After all, Mr. Editor, there is nothing like an argu 

 ment with the hard coin at the end on t. It does weigh 

 They appreciate the farming that brings the clean cash. 

 That is the kind of farming we find your paper recom 

 mends, and as it is a poor rule that don t work both 

 ways, I send you the clean cash for a dozen subscribers 

 gathered among these weaker brethren. Consider these 

 as the first fruits. Yours to command, 



TIMOTHY BUNKER, ESQ. 



NO. 16. TIM BUNKER ON CURING A HORSE- 

 POND. 



MR. EDITOR. Your readers have already heard some 

 thing about Jake Frink, and how he took the Premium on 

 carrots over me at the Hookertown Fair. Perhaps they 

 would like to hear something about a horse-pond that Jake 



