1856. 



NEW ENGLAND FARMER. 



439 



THE BLUEBERRY TEAR. 



Mr. Editor : — The year 1856 will be remem- 

 bered here, in all coming time, as the blueberry year. 

 Two years ago, large tracts of forest land were 

 burnt over, leaving the ground in many places, fit 

 for the harrow ; these lands have f ince grown up 

 whortleberry bushes, and they are literally covered 

 with them this season. A bushel a d^y is an ordi- 

 nary day's toil for a boy. The berries would com- 

 mand from 8 to 10 cts. per qt. at the fir^•.t picking, 

 but now they will not bring in Bangor market more 

 than from one to two cts., and no sale at that. I 

 have eight bushels which I bought to-day at the 

 low price of 4 cts, per qt., and they will not pay me 

 the freight on them to Bangor, a distance of 25 

 miles. What shall I do with them ? Will they 

 bring anything dried, in Boston market, next win- 

 ter ? Some one suggests to fill a barrel with them, 

 and again fill with pure water, and then keep them 

 in a cool place, and they will be good for pies, not- 

 M-ithstanding they become sour by fermentation. 

 If so, will they be saleable ? I can purchase 50 

 bushels of the nicest berries that were ever grown 

 for 3 to 4 cts. per qt. Please to give us some in- 

 Ibrmation whereby so much of this bounty of our 

 woods may be made to clothe our children, and 

 still dispense a luxury to those far av/ay. 



Yours, C. *S. Weld, 



Ramon, Penobscot Co., Me., 1856. 



MORRILL HORSE. 



Mr. Editor: — I notice in your ])aper of the 

 21st inst. an inquiry about the Morrill Horse. Being 

 a subscriber, I thought I would give the desired in- 

 formation. 



The Morrill Horse is owned by French Morrill 

 of Danville, Vt., and kept by him at that place 

 Mr. Morrill has been the owner of the above horse 

 since he was 3 years old ; he is now 13 years old 

 of a jet black color, and weighs 1226 lbs. 



pedigree. 



The Morrill Horse is a true descendant of the 

 Justin Morgan and Messenger blood ; he was sired 

 by .lannison Horse, Jannison Horse by Young Mor 

 gan Bulrush, Young Bulrush by old Bulrush, and 

 old Bulrush by Justin Farrington Horse, Farring- 

 ton Horse by Vance Horse, and the Vance Horse 

 by the celebrated Messenger Horse, an imported 

 horse. 



The Morrill Horse is probably the best stock 

 horse for all work that can be found in New Eng- 

 land; his stock has proved well and sells very high. 



Danville, Vt, July 28th, 1859. a. m. w. 



CROPS in ILLINOIS. 



The July number of the Farmer has reached 

 our prairie home as usual — we found it full of in- 

 terest and encouragement for the farmer, perhaps 

 more so to me, it being published in my own na- 

 tive State. We are now in our wheat harvest, 

 which is excellent. Henry Co., as usual, will turn 

 out a large surplus. Corn is growing on at a gal- 

 lop speed, and bids fair to fill the granaries again 

 to the brim. I wish I could induce some 50 or 100 

 young farmers from New England to come out here 

 and occupy the thousands of acres now in view lay- 

 ing uncultivated within 3 or 5 miles from the great 

 thoroughfare to the Atlantic. D. Stebbins. 



Bums, Henry Co., Illinois, July, 1856. 



BOYS' DEPARTMENT. 



SIT UPEIGHT. 



"Sit upright! sit upright, my son !" said a lady 

 to her son, George, who had formed a wretched 

 habit of bending whenever he sat down to read. 

 His mother had told him that he could not breathe 

 right unless ho sat upright. But it was no use ; 

 bend over he would, it spite of all his mother could 

 say. _ 



"Sit upright, Master George!" cried his teacher, 

 as George l>ent over his copy book at school. "I. 

 you don't sit ujiiight, like Master Charles, you will 

 ruin your health, and possibly die of consumption." 



This started Master George. He did not want 

 to die, and he felt alarmed. So after school he 

 said to his teacher : — 



"Please, sir, explain to me how bending over 

 when I sit cancans-} me to have the consumption?"' 



"That I will, George," replied his teacher, with 

 a cordial smile. "There is an element in the air 

 called oxygen, which is necessary to make your 

 blood circulate, and to help it purify itself by 

 throwing off what is called its carbon. When you 

 stoop you cannot take in a sufficient quantity of air 

 to accomplish these purposes ; hence, the blood re- 

 mains bad, and the air cells in your lungs inflame. 

 The cough comes on. Next the lungs ulcerate, and 

 then you die. Give the lungs room to inspire 

 plenty of air, and you will not be injured by study. 

 Do you understand the matter now, George ?" 



"I think I do, sir, »and I will try to sit ujn-ight 

 hereafter," snid George. 



A TtiRKisn School. — What a pictvn-e it was! 

 On the cushioned divan, which ran along one side 

 of the room, sat three venerable-looking Imaunv:, 

 in flowing robes, long beards, white turbans, and 

 with chibouque. On their right and left, upon the 

 divan, were seated a dozen boys, of ages varying 

 from six to twelve, whose dress marked them of 

 high rank. In a conspicuous position among these 

 was a tiny l)oy, about four years old. He wore a 

 little coat of crimson velvet embroidered in gold ; 

 trousers and vest to match ; a leathei band, richly 

 worked, round his waist, from which hung a tiny 

 sword. On his head a velvet fez, beautifully em- 

 broidered, with a heavy gold tassel, completed his 

 attire. On a small derk ijerore the Imaums weie 

 several large books in the Turkish language. Otv?. 

 was lying open. Belov.' the divan were rows of lit- 

 tle Turks all dressed alike, in the coat and trousers 

 and crimson cloth fez. They sat in rows on the 

 floor, like an English infant school, and their little 

 red caps made them look in the distance, like a bed 

 of poppies. Truth to say, they behaved a great 

 deal better than the same number of little Brit- 

 tons would have done. Our entrance attracted 

 their attention. Only for an instant they gave us 

 a look, then settled themselves again. And now, 

 one Imaum called up one boy after another to read 

 a sentence out of the great book ; when he had 

 finished his sentence all the scnool cried out "Amen." 

 At length, the little boy whose dress wo have de- 

 scribed descended from his seat, and stood at the 

 Imaum's feet, then slowly repeated each v/ord after 

 the Imaum. He accomplished a sentence ; a very 

 loud "Amen !" followed, and there was a buz and a 

 smile on every one's face, as if some feat had been 



