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where to thurst his spade to draw off the water from the 

 dropsical swale, that it may grow into verdure and beauty. 

 He knows the nature of soils, the times and seasons they 

 require. He reads the signs in the heavens. 



His crops grow bountifully. The fields vie with each 

 other in the luxury of summer growth, and when the 

 golden days come, it is a joy to see the great harvest 

 gathered in, as one by one the fields yield their increase 

 and patient oxen with measured step bring in the heavy 

 wains. 



That man's farm does not need a label nor a pattern 

 fence. 



The true American farmer is a model for all the world. 



We are thankful to the Old World for what it has given 

 us in the start. We take the Saxony sheep and let them 

 graze in our clover pastures and in the ranches of the 

 West, and it is not uncommon to sell back to the breeders 

 of the Old World, at a decided premium, our improved 

 stock. 



About three score years ago, the shorthorns were im- 

 ported into this county of Essex. They spread rapidly, 

 and in 1873, Mr. Campbell of New York sold a herd for 

 $380,000, and of this, $147,000 was paid by English 

 breeders. 



It improved men to come away from England to live in 

 the New World. It appears that it is also good for the 

 cattle and sheep, and there is reason for it. The English 

 farmer is a servant. He does the will of his lord. The 

 American farmer is his own master. We have four million 

 farms. Three million of them are carried on by the men 



