CYRUS HALL McCORMICK 



of housekeeping in all its old-fashioned com- 

 plexity; and she worked at it from dawn to 

 starlight, with no rest except the relief of flitting 

 from one task to another. 



"Mrs. McCormick came riding by our farm 

 one day," said an aged neighbor, "at a time 

 when my father and mother were hurrying to 

 save some hay from a coming rain-storm. 'If 

 you don't hurry up you '11 be too late/ she said; 

 and then tying her horse to the fence she picked 

 up a rake and helped with the hay until it was 

 all in the barn. That 's the kind of woman she 

 was, always full of energy and ready to help." 



But Mrs. McCormick was much more than 

 industrious. She had a fine pride in the owner- 

 ship of beautiful things, flowers and hand- 

 some clothes and silverware and mahogany 

 furniture. Her flock of peacocks was one of 

 the sights of the county; and in her later life, 

 when she was for ten years the sole manager of 

 the farm, she was accustomed to drive about in 

 a wonderful carriage with folding steps, drawn 

 by prancing horses and driven by a stately -col- 

 ored coachman, an equipage of so much 



