314 THE IRRIGATION AGE. 



similarly situated, and they may rest assured that the exercise, etc., will 

 put such life and spirits into them that their employers cannot help notic- 

 ing the improvement in their general manner as well as ability to do 

 more and better work than before. 



Next yea*- we hope to be able to present some photos showing the 

 advancement that our young friend has made with his agricultural enter- 

 prise, and we feel pretty certain that they will be admired. 



HOW DOES IT SEEM TO YOU? 

 It seems to me I'd like to go 

 Where bells don't ring nor whistles blow, 

 Nor clocks don't strike, nor gongs don't 



sound, 

 And I'd have stillness all around 



Not real still stillness, but just the trees' 

 Low whisperings, or the hum of bees, 

 Or brooks' faint babbling over stones 

 In strangely, Softly tangled tones. 



Or maybe a cricket or katydid, 

 Or the songs of birds in the hedges hid, 

 Or just some such sweet sounds as these 

 To fill a tired heart with ease. 



If 'tweren't for sight and sound and smell, 

 I'd like the city pretty well; 

 But when it comes to getting rest 

 I like the city lots the best. 



Sometimes it seems to me I must 

 Just quit the city's sun and dust, 

 And get out where the sky is blue. 

 And say, now, how does it seem to you? 



EUGENE FIELD. 



