1858. 



NEW ENGLAND FARMER. 



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read little and profit nothing from the stores of 

 knowledge treasured up in their libraries. Fine 

 collections of books nicely arranged on shelves 

 may beget desires of covetousness, but can im- 

 part little or nothing, only as they are read, 

 studied, and referred to. 



Every farmer, whether rich or poor, learned or 

 unlearned, should have a collection of books on 

 agriculture, horticulture, and the several sub- 

 jects more or less intimately connected with the 

 objects of his special pursuit. A few good books 

 costing but little, should make the beginning of 

 the farmer's library. 



grasp, till slowly upturning its huge roots to view, 

 down sank "the evergreen pine" to rise no more. 

 It is fearful, almost, to witness the exercise of 

 such power, but pleasing to see it subjected so 

 perfectly to man's power for good. 



The day following the exhibition was rainy, but 

 the next day, which was the Sabbath, saw, per- 

 haps, as many spectators on the field of opera- 

 tions, as would have filled a church, wondering 

 at the sudden upturning of those old fogy stumps, 

 in this radical manner. 



Our farm has somehow grown very attractive 



For the New England Farmer, ^.j^i^j^ these few days. The ladies, even, or per- 



WILLIS'S PATENT STUMP PULLEK. haps the fairies, have left in the moist, soft soil, 



We have a great deal of hard work to be done their delicate footprints, and we know, at least, 



in this country, and comparatively few hands to of one fair daughter of an eminent farmer of the 



do it. He is a public benefactor, who invents a Green Mountain State, whose bright eyes beamed 



new mode by which science may be substituted 

 for human muscles, in the fulfilment of man's 

 mission to make the earth fruitful and beautiful. 

 We fight a hard battle with hands and small 

 tools, alone, against the great forest trees. We 

 easily enough cut away the top for timber and 



brighter in admiration of the work of this new 

 civilizer. 



And so we wish Mr. Willis all success with 

 his invention. In moving stones or buildings, 

 in propelling a ditching machine, which somebody 

 must invent very soon, for underdraining, in any 



fuel, but the ugly stump remains, and we are too work where immense power at low speed is re- 



fast a people to sit down quietly and wait the 

 process of "a mild decay" to destroy it, and too 

 economical to dig it out by hand, and too neat 

 in our notions of good husbandry to think of 

 tilling among such obstacles. 



Willis's machine solves our difficulties. It pulls 

 out the stumps by main force, asking no favors, 

 if you will only find a place where to fasten a 

 chain to a root strong enough to hold. The ex- 

 hibition by the inventor, at Exeter, last Friday, 



quired, this is, of all others, the machine. 



In another column will be found the adver- 

 tisement of Mr. Willis, which will give all need- 

 ed information on the subject. 



Exeter, N. H., Nov. 1. H. F. French. 



For the New England Farmer. 

 MANUFACTURE OP BREAD. 

 If there is any foundation in truth and nature 



was witnessed with universal satisfaction by ajforthe standard phrase, "Bread the staff of life," 

 large number of persons. Some twenty-fiveh^'T^y ^ ^^"^" discussion, will be profitable now 

 , ° ^ 1 • /. , iand then, ou customs which seem to have in 



large stumps were extracted ma few hours, some I ^jogt instances become nearly or quite stereo- 



of them yellow pines, recently cut, and some 

 white pines, whose wide spreading roots brought 

 up with them tons of clay from their beds. The 

 power of the machine seems almost without limit, 

 by shortening the short arm of the lever. A sin- 

 gle yoke of oxen, in five minutes' time, easily 

 uprooted the largest trees upon our lot. Four 



typed. Hence I was glad to see, in a late num- 

 ber of the Farmer, a receipt or two for manufac- 

 turing "brown bread." On a subject of so much 

 importance Hove to see the smallest symptom of 

 progress. 



It is indeed true that I am opposed to all kinds 

 of receipts for bread-making which involve the 

 necessity of fermentation or raising; still, if this 



men, in one instance, with no help of cattle or! stupid custom must be continued, I wish to have 

 ,, i 1 . ,. u- u r 1 'the work accomplished in the best, that is, the 



other power, turned out a stump which tour yoke I, ^ ,- ^. iS 



^ ' J. •' [least objectionable manner. 



of oxen could not, without machmery, have start- i ij^t ^-hat is the reason, Mr. Editor, that a corn- 

 ed from its bed. munity like our own can see no beauty in sim- 

 One solitary pine, which stood alone, was leftplicity ? Why is it that almost everybody revolts 

 for a last victim. Its wide-spreading top tow- 1 at the idea of making bread for the table by merely 

 ered at least sixty feet in the air, and its trunk jPf^^^^.tog.ether^ the m^^^^ 

 was about two and a half feet in diameter. A 

 chain was attached to it about twenty feet from 



the ground. The oxen were put moderately to 

 their work. With a steady, irresistible {jower, 

 the tall tree was drawn from its erect position. 

 The ground for a space of twenty or thirty feet 

 about it began to rise and heave as with an earth- 



it? Why is it that William Hunt's little book, 

 entitled "Good Bread — How to make it light 

 without yeast or powder," is so little admired ? 

 Why, sir, if I don't mistake, this little book, 

 which only costs ten cents and a postage stamp 

 of one cent, and which in any sensible house- 

 keeper's hands is richly worth ten dollars, though 

 it has been published several months, has scarcely 

 sold, as yet, to the extent of ten thousand cop- 



quake. The remorseless giant tightened his i^s. One hundred thousand of it, to say the 



