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our boasted progressiveness is a delusion and a 

 snare. But our conditions of life forbid our 

 starting out with farms perfectly equipped 

 with every time and labor-saving device which 

 the ingenuity of the world has perfected. I look 

 with a lenient eye on land wasted in this West- 

 ern country, where land is abundant, by wide, 

 sprawling worm fences; on water courses closely 

 bordered by undergrowth of alders and sumac; 

 and on many other similar cases of neglect; 

 provided the land that is cultivated is well 

 cultivated, the land that is cleared is kept well 

 cleared, and the briars, and thistles, and burrs 

 are kept out of every corner, and the whole 

 aspect is one of constant growth toward com- 

 plete mastery and utilization of every foot of 

 land. "Haste -makes waste," is an old saying, 

 and in many senses a true one. It is better to 

 waste a little land in using a sprawling fence 

 than to waste more by missing the opportunity 

 of good cultivation for a crop by consuming 

 precious time in erecting a better fence. There 

 is another old saying in England that it takes 

 one generation to make a fortune but three to 

 make a lawn. If this is true of a small plot 

 of carefully tended land in an old country in 

 which the soil has long been subdued and 

 brought under the hand of man, how much 

 allowance ought to be made for us here in 

 the West, who but a few years ago began to 



