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NEW ENGLAND FARMER. 



Dec. 



Discretionary premium, to G. W. Hildreth, of Greenfield- 

 Mass., for litter of Pigs, f lU ; to James A. Stearns, of Manches, 

 ter, N. H., for fine Boar, $10 ; to G. W. Hildreth, of Greenfield, 

 Mass., for fine Boar, $lu ; to B. Y. French, of Braintree, Mass., 

 for fine Sow, $10. 



No. 32 — Essex Boaes. 

 Soars two years old and upwards — 1st premium to L. G. 

 Morris, New York, for Fisher Hobbs, $26 ; 2d, C. A. Stetson, 

 New York, $1;'). 



One year old and upwards — 1st premium to L. G. Morris, 

 New York, $20 ; 2d, C. B. Clark, Concord, Mass., $10 ; 3d, 

 William A. Harris, Newton, diploma. 



Hows, two years old and upwards — 1st premium, to William 

 A. Harris, Newton, Topsey, 3d, $25 ; 2d, L. G. Morris, New 

 York, Aunt Cloe, $15 ; 3d, V. B. Clark. Concord, Mass., diploma. 

 One year oldand uptvurds — 1st premium to C. B. Clark, Con- 

 cord, Mass., $20 ; 2d, L. G. Morris, New York, Topsey, 2d, $10; 

 3d, to L. G. Morris, diploma. 



Essex Pigs — C. B. Clark, Concord, Mass., $15 ; also a diplo- 

 ma to the Sow Beauty, owned by George Bacon, of Brookline, 

 Mass. 



No. 33 — Boars of Other Breeds. 

 Two years old and upwards — The committee being unable 

 to decide ou the respective merits of the Berkshire and York- 

 shire breeds, recommend a first premium on each breed, viz : 



On Boars two years old and upwards — 1st premium, $25, 

 Yorkshire boar, Hungerford, Brodie & Converse, EUisburg, N. 

 Y.; 1st premium, $25, Berkshire Boar, L. G. Morris, Fordham, 

 N. Y.; 2d, $15, Berkshire Boar, L. G. Morris, Fordham, N. Y. 



Boars one year old — Only one entry was made under this 

 class, and the committee therefore award the 2d premium, $10, 

 Berkshire Boar, L. G. Morris, Fordham, N. Y. 



No. 34 — Sows of other Breeds. 

 Two years old and upwards — 1st premium, $25, Josejjh Tut- 

 tle, Dorchester, Mass.; 2d, $15, Charles R. Damon, Cochitu- 

 ate ; discretionary premium, $10, J. A. Stearns, Manchester, 

 N. H. I 



One year old and under two — 1st premium, $20, Joseph Tut- 

 tle, Dorchester, Mass.; 2d, $10, L. G. Morris, Fordham. N. Y. 

 No. 35 — Pigs of other Breeds. 

 The committee would report that there were no pigs of other 

 breeds presented to them which answered the condition which 

 required not less than six in a litter, and therefore made no 

 award. 



In cases where no mention is made of second and third pre- 

 miums, they wei'e not awarded by the committee. 



CUEING BACON WITHOUT SMOKE. 



"0,the trouble folks have taken. 

 To smoke and spoil their bacon." 



To smoke the best bacon, fat your hogs early and 

 fat them well. By fattening early you make a great 

 saving in food, and well fattened pork. Then kill 

 as early as the weather will allow, and salt as soon 

 as the animal heat is gone, with a plenty of the pur- 

 est salt, and about halt an ounce of saltpetre to one 

 hundred pounds of pork. 



As soon as the meat is salted to your taste, which 

 will generally be in about five weeks, take it out, 

 and if any of it ha« 'been covered with brine, let ilj 

 drain a little. Then take black pepper , finely ground, [ 

 and dust on the hock end as much as will stick, then 

 hang it up in a good, clean, dry, airy place. If al! 

 this is done as it should be , (it ought to be don*' 

 now,) you will have no further trouble with it, lor 

 l)y tiy time in spring, your bacon is so well cured 

 on the oulside, that files or bugs will not disturb it. 



Curing bacon is hke the Irishman's mode of ma- 

 king punch. He said : — "put in the sugar, then fill 

 it up with whiskey, and everj- drop of water you 

 put in after that spoils the punch." Just so with 

 cui'ing bacon, after following the directions given 

 above, every "drop" of smoke you put about it 

 sj)oils the bacon. — Poiiage Democrat. 



Mixed Diet. — All the Grahamite philosophy in 

 the world cannot contradict, by reason, the asser- 

 tion, that a mixture of animal and vegetable food is 

 best for man. To supj)ly the daily loss of nitrogen, 

 a healthy, laboring man, if living on bread alone, 

 would require four and a half pounds — if on pota- 

 toes, eighteen pounds. Tliis would overload the 



stomach with starch. One and three-fourths pounds 

 of bread, and three ounces of cheese, would produce 

 the same amount of nitrogen, without overloading 

 the stomach with carbon, and producing indiges- 

 tion. 



HAVE WE A BURNS AMONGST US? 



The foregoing question was in our mind when we 

 had finished reading the following beautiful lines 

 sent to us by one, who says, in the letter accompa- 

 nying them, that they were composed while he was 

 "engaged in the verj- poetical work of potato-dig- 

 ging." Several of his productions have appeared 

 in our columns, but we think no one so beautiful as 

 this. Write on, Mr. Canning, — the name you bear 

 has already taken a lofty place in the British an- 

 nals of eloquence — you may cause it to take a lilie 

 position in the American annals of poetiy. 



For the New JEnglaiid Farmer. 

 INDIAN SUMMER, 



BY THE "PEASANT BARD." 



Soft falls the hazy light upon 



The hill-side, plain and vale ; 

 The yellow leaves bestrew my path, 



As down the stream they sail. 

 I note them halting by the brink, 



And idling as they run, 

 Or dancing o'er the ripples bright 



That glimmer in the sun. 



On yonder woody bank I hear 



A rustling 'mid the leaves ; 

 Borne on the still and hollow air 



The sound my ear deceives ; 

 I deem the heavy -treading kine 



Are coming down the brae, 

 When nothing but a squirrel light 



Is skipping there away. 



The hunter's distant gun I hear 



The forest echoes wake ; 

 'Tis pity that such sullen sounds 



The holy calm should break ! 

 I fancy how with dying throes 



The harmless quarry bleeds : — 

 Plow man but little mercy shows, 



Who so much mercy needs ! 



A solitary bee a-field 



Allured by these bright hours. 

 Flits like a fay before my eyes ; — 



She'll find no honey-flOwers, 

 For they have iDcrished ; one by one 



I marked them fade from view, 

 And nothing but the blackened stalk 



Appears where late they grew. 



How kind, how pleasant is this sun, 



When cold the winds have blown ! 

 The winds that bear the early frosts 



Down from the bleaker zone. 

 'Tis not the burning August sun, 



Nor that of fierce July , 

 But soft effulgence lights the earth, 



And glorifies the sky. 



It is the Indian Summer time ' 



So full of placid joy ; 

 The dolcefar niente that 



I dreamed of when a boy. 

 And it is like a blissful dream, 



Like such it soon is past ; 

 Too bright to linger with us long. 



Too beautiful to last. 



